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Rested after a good night sleep

It was amazing how much difference one good night of sleep could make. Especially since that sleep had been thanks to Clark holding her, and finally being able to talk to him about intimacy.

That one good night had led to a couple more, and today April was feeling 100 per cent better. And because of her good mood, had spent the better part of the afternoon making phone calls, arranging some details, and basically had a nice surprise all lined up for Clark.

All that was needed was the guest of honor. So she would give him a call.

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"Yeah, I am. I'm a big dumb alien who constantly runs the risk of setting his girlfriend on fire. Though in my defense, you are rather hot already."

"No insulting the alien I love. You will learn control over this Clark. Look at everything you have done, that you didn't think was possible."

She smiled at the compliment. And leaned in to kiss him. "I believe in you."

He kisses her back through a smile, and though there's a faint glimmer of gold in his eyes, that's as far as it goes. "Speaking of control, I haven't started any fires yet." He's a little pleased with himself, and with her. "I think having conversation to focus on helps." More of the emotional aspects to outweigh the physical. Although how much of that is the subject matter, he doesn't know. Thinking about Krypton and his alien heritage has always made him feel more stable, once he accepted it, that is.

"I had noticed that." April smiles at him. Very proud he has found something that gives him control. "I can balance between talking and kissing. If conversation helps."

"I like hearing you talk." So making out will require multitasking, something he's not entirely objecting to, but once they're ready to take the next step he might have to find something different, or get those candles ready. Or make sure a window's open with nothing in the way outside.

"Awwww." April kisses him softly. "That is sweet. I like talking to you."

"You know Clark." Kiss. "I know it is tough being the last one of your kind." Kiss. "But I think there is one thing you haven't considered." Kiss. "You have this great gift, to learn about your culture, history and language." Kiss. "And as long as parts of Krypton are kept in your heart, you will be able to preserve it." Kiss.

"And someday. When you are lots older. Maybe you will be a father." Kiss. "And pass on that history to your children. You can pass it on to their children."

It's interesting, balancing kissing with talking, and he supposes it's rather harder for the talker than for the other kisser, so he does his best to make up for it by running his hands through her hair. It's so much longer and smoother than his own, and so fragile beneath his fingers.

His heart lurches a little when she mentions children. "I hope so. I mean, I don't know if I can, with other species." He doesn't dare get into who these children might have as a mother. Doesn't want to presume, or scare her off, or dare imagine it for himself.

His hands in her hair is nice. And she will steal a couple more kisses before responding to his next statement.

"I know what you mean. I was created by magic, really. So I don't even know if I could ever." She shrugs. It is not something she needs to think about now.

"But that is why I don't like seeing you so sad about having no one else from Krypton." She kisses down to his neck. "You have this whole heritage to preserve and that in itself is amazing. Me? I have no culture. I am the first of my kind."

He has to smile a little at that, even as he progresses to slowly stroking down her back. "We're a matched set, huh? The first and the last. I get to discover who I am, and you get the freedom to create who you are." All the while, he drops kisses on her lips, cheeks, throat. His eyes are hazy with golden light, but the blue is still visible, and Clark idly hopes that one day he can condition his body to stay like this even without the need to talk. Not that he minds talking with her, not at all, but there are other forms of communication he'd rather engage in.

"I can try to teach you written Kryptonian, if you want." He's never taught anyone anything, let alone something as complicated as his native tongue, but he wants to share his ancestry with her.

There is a breathless feeling that washes over April when Clark mentions they are a matched set. She had never thought about it that way. And it is a nice feeling. Of course, another nice feeling is the slight shivers of excitement when he kisses down to her throat.

"I would enjoy learning anything you have to teach me." There is a slight hint of seduction in that simple comment. But there is also the fact that she would be delighted to share his ancestry.

With his hands still on her back, he's in the perfect position to trace Kryptonian symbols on her shoulderblade, opposite the rune. "Kal-El," he murmurs, spelling out his name. He never writes his human name in his native language; it seems wrong somehow. Like he's dishonoring his kind if he writes anything other than his birth name. But hers, he approximates, using what symbols he can to spell out her name. "And April."

Another slight shiver. "Mmmm do they share any common symbols?"

"Part of one." He traces the interlocking circles, the almost-eight in the center of the symbol of El, in the slight dip of her upper spine. "By itself, it means symmetry." Meanings of Kryptonian writing change depending on the context and association with other symbols, adding or reducing complexity. Scores of Kryptonian poetry and literary works once relied on using the layers and layers of meaning to evoke deep emotional significance, and the sheer complexity of the language and culture is one of many reasons why his people seem cold and distant. There's much more going on beneath the surface than simple black and white emotions and ideas. Much like the two of them.

"Symmetry." She kisses his neck. Another shiver of excitement at the sesnation at her upper spine. "I am glad we share that one. It seems appropriate."

"Me too," he agrees. "In my name, it's part of my family crest, the symbol for strength." He traces El, the circles enclosed in an asymmetrical pentagon. "In yours, it's part of the sign for soul." He traces Il, the interlocking circles framed by two dots above and below.

"Strength. That is what I feel from you so often. It was what I first noticed about you." April murmers at his neck. A kiss here and there.

"Matched with soul, and it is no wonder we have faced so much together. And made it through difficult times stronger."

He's not surprised to hear that. He is the strongest man in the world, so far as he knows, although he's thinking in terms of physical rather than emotional strength.

"If I have one regret, about us," he says, carefully catching her cheek with his hand, "it's that I didn't find the Nexus sooner."

It is ironic in a way, because April is refering to emotional strength. Because she saw the strength in his aura. Not in his handsome and strong body. (Though that was noted quickly after).

Smiling at his regret, April moved so that her forehead was against his. "I think you came at the right time. When you needed me most. And I needed you."

He smiles too, and this close, he can easily steal a kiss without having to move. "It's funny, isn't it? We met during a conversation about destiny. You helped me accept mine." Even if he hasn't fully embraced it yet. "And this, what we have now... I don't know how this will turn out in the end, but I think it's far better than what I had before. I feel sorry for the other mes that never got to meet another you."

"And I had known I had deeper feeling sfor you, when you came back the next time all brainwashed." April confessed. Seeing him in such a state had worried her deeply.

"Your other yous might not know other mes... but I am sure they all find strength somewhere. In someone." After all, the comics all tell the tale of Clarks relationship with Lois.

He's a little surprised. "That soon?" He wishes he could say the same, but as Kal-El he was not interested in anything but his mission, and he's always been terrible at sorting out his own feelings when he's in his right mind. It wasn't until their first sparring session that he began to realize what might lie between them.

"Yes, they might... but they're still not you."

"It had been the worry. The want to do anything possible for you. I just knew that there was more than just attraction." April then smiled, and kissed his earlobe. "Though attraction was there prior. You and your hot alien body."

"Later, after you had been LOL'd to a younger age, I had actually gone into the Nexus to ask people if they thought cross-dimensional relationships worked."

"Well there you go. You have me all to yourself. Count yourself lucky."

He smiles at that. "Good thing I'm not a little green man, huh?" And he's flattered that she asked the Nexus for advice, so now he's rather curious. "What'd they say?"

The alpha male part of Clark really likes the idea of her being his. "Oh, I do."

"Most of the people I talked to were supportive of cross-dimensional relationships. And encouraged me to ... well to go after you. Sort of conquer you." She senses the slight alpha-male ness. And drops her voice into a low, seductive whisper. "Though I have to admit that I prefer it when you are the conquerer."

"I'd much rather conquer you than the world, any day of the week." He's blushing a little when he says it, and has to close his eyes for a second to stave off the simmering heat, redirecting it to radiate from his skin instead.

Rested after a good night sleep

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