For Clark: SuperAnna!

[downsidedarling]

Anna leads Clark through a handy-dandy Nexus portal into her living room.

The front door to her apartment is looking distinctly unwell.

In the way where the doorknob is lying crumpled on the floor, dented with what appear to be finger-marks.

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[hero_farmboy]

"Oh? What were you doing when it happened?"

...it is entirely possible Clark sounds far too innocnet about this.

[downsidedarling]

...

"...Clark," she says, trying for 'stern' and ending up somewhere between 'snarky' and 'hysterical giggles'.

[hero_farmboy]

"What?" Yep, still innocent. "Seriously, what were you doing?"

[downsidedarling]

"I was--"

Yep, she's blushing.

And looking at the floor.

The floor which is suddenly a little bit more on fire than it just was.

CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark snorts and gets some water fro the kitchen and puts the fire out.

"Yeah. Welcome to the world of heat vision."

[downsidedarling]

"...You ass," she says accusingly. "You did that on purpose."

Snort.

"And since when am I the blushy one? Merde, cheri, you're corrupting me with your innocence!"

[hero_farmboy]

"Yes, I did, but it was to prove a point. If it's that easy to set off, you really need to get it under control."

[downsidedarling]

"Just because I'm not as sexually repressed as you," she grumbles, poking him in the shoulder good-naturedly.

Wry smile.

"I take your point, though. Okay, so how the hell do I manage that one? I'm foreseeing trips to the Antarctic and a lot of melted snow."

[hero_farmboy]

"Hey!" Clark gives her a mock stern look as he stumbles backwards a few feet. "Yeah, I'm going to have to get used to not compensating. Like I said, it took me a few mailboxes and scarecrows before I figured out how to turn it on and off - sorry - without thinking of sex."

He grins. "Of course I was fifteen, so maybe you'll get the hang of it sooner. Antarctica?"

[downsidedarling]

"First place I can think of that's secluded where I can set fire to things without the potential for disaster," she explains. "But mailboxes and scarecrows sound like a better deal."

[hero_farmboy]

"We have plenty of extras over at the farm for practice, if you want."

[downsidedarling]

"Sounds like a plan."

She grins brightly.

"Race you there?"

[hero_farmboy]

He chuckles softly. "We can run, but I don't think you're ready for a race just yet."

[downsidedarling]

"Try me," she says, impish. "Worst that can happen is I lose."

And she's off.

[hero_farmboy]

"Or crash," he says, shaking his head before he takes off after her. He'll let her win, but just by a little, if only because he's not going as fast as he can so he can keep an eye on her.

[downsidedarling]

She doesn't crash. Once she learned the trick of it, turning the superspeed on and off is simple. It's analogous to, though distinct from, initiating the fire-move.

When they reach their destination and stop, she turns to him and shakes her head.

"Not much of a race," she says, grinning quietly. "You threw it."