stands_for_hope | Clark Luthor and Darcy

As continued from THIS thread, specifically here.

That was the best part, though, at least as far as Clark was concerned. He could hear the way her blood rushed, the beat of her heart, the near-silent little skip of her breath as he found a sensitive spot or touched her in just the right way. It was a rush of power that had no guilt surrounding it and that made him love it all the more.

She was unafraid of him. She had stayed. She was beautiful and intelligent; firm under pressure, practical even as she was brave and stalwart in her convictions even as she opened to new ideas. He had shown her parts of his true self, ugly and brutal, and she had not found them appealing but neither had she turned away.

He would show her such pleasures, treat her as she deserved to be treated, and perhaps in this world he would have one t-- no. One person that made him feel as if he had found a place in this world.

One hand slid behind her to brace her, keep her from falling over as he pressed between her legs and put his tongue to work. He would bear the whole of her weight if he had to; it was simple enough. But most importantly, he wanted to get the fullness of her scent in his nose as he showed her what she deserved.

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A light tremble traveled through her when he moved, pulling a gasp from her. That imp.

Gently, she tugged at him so they could both lay down in what she presumed was a more comfortable position for both of them. She, at least, wanted to feel the soft mattress beneath her.

He let her move them, lay them out an smiled over at her impishly when he got the gasp out of her. Then, doing his best not to be obvious, he started looking her over to make sure he hadn't bruised her anywhere. He was usually good on that score, but Darcy was very much different to his mind and he needed to know he hadn't lost control because of it.

"A warm bath, a massage for you..." he mused as he let his head hit the pillow. "And perhaps sleep?"

Darcy would hardly have minded a few bruises. She'd always enjoyed walking away with marks to remind her of her encounters, even though they were mostly forgettable. Idly, she ran her hand along his side, up and down, her movements languid.

"Maybe," she murmured, shifting closer to him.

He pulled her closer still and kept running his hands over her in return.

"I will admit," he said slowly, "that I am very unhappy with the idea of returning you to your lab tomorrow morning."

His hands never paused.

"I will, of course, but I don't have to like it."

Clark's soothing touch was making her even more drowsy. The notion of a hot bath was no longer so attractive, but her body was aching in ways that she knew would appreciate it later on. "Some of us have to work for a living," she pointed out without bite, snuggling closer.

"Utterly unacceptable," and his voice was a low murmur as he kept stroking her hair now. Then he was carefully lifting his hips away and re-positioning her to hold her properly. "But I'll bring you."

Darcy unconsciously curved toward him, preferring the feel of his body up against hers. "Besides, you want me to talk to the Avengers for you. I can't do that if you lock me up here."

"I know, I know," he agreed with a very tired sigh, because he did. But it still rankled him that he had to do any of it.

"Tomorrow."

"Maybe," she said, gently grasping his hand and kissing his fingers.

He blinked and looked over at her.

"You want to go earlier?"

"What? No. I said I'd stay, and I meant it."

Clark seemed pretty dense at times, which she surprisingly found adorable.

He settled at her words and leaned in to nuzzle a little more. He was certainly... affectionate for a murderous megalomaniac.

"I should get you in the bath, then give you that backrub I promised. You'll appreciate it in the morning."

"Yes. Bath," she agreed, already thinking about naked fun times in the water. If only it wasn't so damn difficult to move.

Plus she'd had to go and remind herself about confronting the Avengers tomorrow. They were going to be instantly suspicious even if they did not learn of her dalliance. It was going to be a hard sell and she did not know how persuasive she could be.

He shifted her just a little to scoop her up in his arms, then started carrying her to the large, opulent bathroom. Keeping her in one arm without much trouble at all, he reached over and started the bath water, adding a tip of oil to make it smell sweeter. While it filled, he held her closer to keep her warm.

When Clark hauled her around like a small child, she thought little of it. When he shifted his hold to just one arm, however, Darcy felt a little taken aback. She knew she weighed a decent amount and while she'd known Clark was strong - punching through concrete and all that jazz - this still surprised her.

Not once did he allow her feet to touch the ground.

The scent of oil hit her nose and she inhaled deeply. Man, she could get used to this sort of pampering.

"Smell good?"

He'd used what was there, and his own sense of smell was somewhat hard to describe so he hadn't been sure how she might like it.

"Yes." It wasn't strong, but wasn't so subtle that it vanished the moment she exhaled. It clung to her pleasantly, and she absolutely could not wait to smell it on her skin for as long as it lasted.

He seemed satisfied by that before waiting until the water had filled up far enough to cover the jets. Then he turned the flow off and stepped in, Darcy in his arms, lowering her carefully into the water, watching her in case it was a little too warm.

That was better than just dropping her into the water, which she had half-expected without entirely knowing why. Treating her like an invalid should have been insulting, but Darcy was soaking up the attention. Her feminist side could be appalled later.

"Perfect," she murmured, relaxing back against him.

He let her settle into the water on her own before floating back and taking a seat across from her in the massive bath. His eyes closed, he let the jets pummel at him pleasantly before dipping down to get his hair wet as well.

"I really do love this thing."

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