slayers_desire | darkness comes when she sleeps ((Smallville))

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darkness comes when she sleeps ((Smallville))

Returning to her apartment after hanging out with Kairos, April found another white rose at her doorstep. The gifts continued to be a pleasant discovery. Especially since the young woman was still under the perception that they were gifts from her boyfriend.

The vase in the kitchen was getting too small now that she had three roses. So she found a slightly bigger vase and moved the flowers into her bedroom. And took a moment to appreciate their smell, before turning in for the night.

Three hours later, April woke with a start. Her eyes glowed red, as she searched around the apartment for something that wasn't there. A frustrated growl crossed her lips. The vampire had been awakened. And it had several desires to fulfill.

Getting out of bed, she dressed and grabbed her PINpoint. There was one place where April would find what she desired right now. Smallville. And with a press of a button, she had teleported to the small Kansas town. No one had seen the portal appear, as she had been smart enough to ensure that it had been in an out of way location.

Entering Smallville, April noted that time was slightly different. It had been quite late at night at her apartment, but here the sun was just setting. The revelation gave the vampire a smile, after all it meant more night to play with. She heard music from a close by coffee shop, and turning moved down the street and entered The Talon.

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He reaches for her hand again. "Good. I want to protect you tonight. Even if the only foe I defend you from is Lois before she's had her morning coffee."

"Hey that is very important." Feeling better as her system returns to normal, April places her hands around his neck. She is still tired. It was a long night after all.

Clark can hear the back door swing open again, and the soft tread of his parents' footsteps. His mother visibly relaxes when she sees the pose they're in, and the emptied milk bottle on the end table. She and Jonathan quietly go upstairs for the night, leaving the two of them alone.

From this pose, it's easy to pick her up as carefully as he would handle a newborn calf, and he carries her the short distance to the couch, setting her down gently. The blankets and pillow carry his scent, and the cushions are slightly depressed in the shape of his body from weeks of sleeping there.

Having his scent around her as she is settled on the couch is nearly as good as sharing a bed with him. Those few nights they have spend together have been so important to April. There is nothing better in this world than finding comfort in his arms.

Tired, April will fall asleep quickly. For the most part her sleep is restful, and those few times that she wakes up because of the haunting visions, it does her soul good to see Clark standing guard.

The waking suddenly only happens twice. And by the next time she awakens, it is the natural start of the morning.

Clark only leaves her side once, after she falls asleep, to wash the milk bottle of any trace of blood so Lois doesn't get nosy. He spends the entire night next to the couch, occasionally moving around the room, but always watchful of her and every sound in the house. And when the sun comes up, he's sitting in front of the nearest window, letting the sunlight fall across his back while he watches her.

Waking to the sight of Clark bathed in sunlight is a nice welcome to the morning. He looks so majestic and heroic sitting there. She falls in love with him all over again, and smiles softly as she sits from her 'bed'.

"Morning handsome."

He smiles back. "Good morning, gorgeous." He doesn't ask if she slept okay. He knows exactly how. "Feeling better?"

He's a little tired from staying up all night, but what sunlight is touching his skin is slowly re-energizing him.

"A little better." She no longer feels tired or hungry. And while the issue with The Scourge is still there, it is not going to bother here while she is safe in the Kent farmhouse.

Moving from the couch, April walks over to him and gently touches his face. "How about you?" Clark too had a rough night and she is concerned for his wellfare.

He puts his hand over hers, glad to see that her physical wellbeing seems much improved. "I'll be okay. I'll get some more sun later when I'm doing my chores."

His dad got up an hour ago, before sunrise, and is already outside feeding the livestock. But not before pausing to let Clark know that it's okay if he doesn't do his chores until a little later in the day.

Clark is still upset over Alicia's death, but it has mostly been pushed aside by his concern for April. Both her physical health as well as her emotional state, and the fate that is going to find her soon. He feels better, knowing that she's here under his protection, and even with the glorious rising of the sun he's dreading having to let her go back. He's had all night to think about it, listening to her breathe and knowing that he can't shield her forever.

"Don't let me delay you from chores. Or basking in the sunshine." April gently squeezed his hand. She can sense that Clark is still a storm of emotions, both from what happened to Alicia and what will happen to her.

She moves forward. Into his arms. "Have I ever told you how much strength you give me, even when you are not physically in the vicinity?"

More than Clark realizes, he will be her strength when she needs it most.

He embraces her without hesitation. One of the hardest parts about watching her sleep was not being able to touch her without the fear of waking her, though he did occasionally give in and lightly stroked her hair while she slept, as if to reassure himself that she was still there and okay.

"I'd rather be with you in person," he murmurs. "But I feel better knowing that I help you anyway, when I'm not there."

He pulls back a little, not letting go of her completely, but enough so he can look her in the eyes. "You'll still be here when I get back?"

"Of course I will." April promises him. Capturing a soft reassuring kiss.

"I am not going anywhere today."

Some of his fears are eased, and he kisses her back. He was a little afraid to come back and find her gone, deliberately putting herself in the hands of those who are coming for her, so that he wouldn't have to say goodbye. It's something that he might have done, in her place.

"Good. I'll be back in about twenty minutes." The work that Clark does in twenty minutes would keep five men occupied for hours. Without their alien son helping keep the farm running, the Kents would either lose the farm or be forced to hire extra farmhands to help.

"Lois probably won't be up for another hour, but Mom's cleaning upstairs and Dad's out with the cows, so if you need anything, just ask. Or give me a shout." There's no way he won't still be listening, even from the other side of their land.

April will always give Clark a chance to say goodbye. And it is all she hopes for, when in five years it comes time for him to embrace his destiny with that blue-kyptonite knife — a chance to say goodbye.

"I am going to shower." Even though she will be wearing the same clothes twice, there is always something appealing about a warm shower in the morning. "And if I run into any troubles, don't worry I know how to call for you."

He kisses her again, a briefer but no less emotional kiss. "See you in a few, then."

Even though he knows she's perfectly safe and happy, it's so hard to turn around and walk out the door after standing guard all night. Fortunately the warm sunlight is distraction enough, and he strips off his jacket to maximize skin surface area while he speeds off to the fields to check the fences, keeping one ear attuned to the sounds inside the house.

Stretching, April moves from the living room and remembering her tour heads towards the bathroom. She still doesn't know what to do about clean clothes.

Entering the bathroom, she strips down, runs the water and steps into the warm water. It feels good on her skin. It seems to wash away all her fears.

She will be careful to conserve water, just in case there are any issues in that regards. But still have enough time to lather, rinse and repeat.

When April gets out of the shower, she will find a fluffy towel on the old wooden chair next to the bathtub, placed there by Martha for her. As April and Martha are about the same height, she has also left a loaned change of clothing, should she choose to accept it. It's more modest and rural than April's usual style, but they're clean and should fit all right until she can change into her own.

Martha herself is downstairs making coffee and a modest breakfast. Breakfast in the Kent house is more of a come-eat-when-you're-ready event than a family occasion, since they all often have different schedules, but oftentimes they choose to eat together when it's already been made.

Touched by the simple gesture, April does take the offered clean clothes. There is a lot of cemetary dirt on her clothes from last night, and it is better to be in something nice and clean. And even if it is not something she would typically wear, April loves the flow and freedom of the outfit.

After drying her hair, April comes downstairs and smiles in appreciation to the smells of breakfast. "Good morning Martha."

Martha smiles at her. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

And, after noticing that she's wearing the change of clothes, offers, "If you're going to stay awhile, you can put your clothes in the hamper at the end of the hall. I'm going to run a load of laundry after breakfast."

"It was a good night, I feel much better."

"Oh that would be greatly appreciated, they need a good cleaning." April looks around the kitchen. "Can I do anything to help?"

"You can set the table, if you like. Plates are above the counter next to the stove, silverware's in the drawer to the right of the refrigerator." While Lois usually gets up whenever she feels like it, the Kent men must be up bright and early to take care of farm work, especially Clark if he wants to get it done before school. Fortunately, Clark does not have classes today, and normally he would sleep in a little.

"Jonathan should be taking a break soon. And Clark won't be long." She smiles a little. "Lois will drag herself downstairs sooner or later." The smell of coffee may entice her out of bed soon, at least.

Setting the table makes April feel useful. She may not be as fast as Clark, but she does get the job done.

"Hopefully I don't have to field too many questions from Lois." April smiled. Clark's opinion rubbing off on her. Questions from his parents, on the otherhand, would be answered as best as she can. She knows they most likely still have concerns from last night.

"Lois can be a little... abrasive," Martha says in friendly warning. "She can take some getting used to. She'll probably do most of the talking and won't let you get a word in edgewise."

"Works for me. It will lessen the chances of having to think on the spot." April makes the final touches of the table.

A slight breeze heralds the return of Clark, who zips through the house and into a change of clothes of his own before appearing in the kitchen. He skips the shower - as someone who doesn't actually sweat under normal circumstances, he really only needs to every other day - but does wash his hands. "Dad's on his way in," he announces to his mom, and snags a piece of bread to make toast.

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