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6. not a flaw but a feature, clark/zee

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Date: 2013-04-13 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Clark has a pouch like a kangaroo. This is a normal part of his family's Kryptonian development, so he doesn't see it as anything strange.

Clark/Zee -- Not a Flaw but a Feature

Date: 2013-04-30 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"If I had known about this when I married you," Zatanna began. She fully intended to have the sentence end in either a shriek so high it would break all of the cut-glass crystal that J'onn had given them as a wedding present, or a blast of some kind of magic that would rival the trickster gods, but...but Clark looked at her, his clear blue eyes wounded yet hopeful, and she sighed and unloosened the knot of backwards magic that had been on her tongue.

"It's not...is this usual, Clark? For Kryptonians? Really?"

Clark nodded eagerly, big hands smoothing over his abdomen, and Zatanna tried not to look down. Her husband was a kangaroo. A wallaby. A...what other animals had pouches? Opossums? Some other marsupial that existed only in Australia? Did a group of Kryptonians crash-land there once and mutate all of the animals through close living? A mental image of a fleet of Clark-looking people solemnly lined up with kangaroos and opossums and platypuses wearing wedding veils played across Zee's mind, and she choked back a laugh as her own husband continued what he'd apparently started saying: "--certain segment of the population, and it's so handy that I suppose we never evolved back from them!"

"Handy," Zee said dubiously. To be honest, she didn't even want to look at the pouch. She stared at Clark's white teeshirt, wondering what it looked like under there. Did the pouch hang off him? Was it covered in fur? Or worse -- hair? She did a tiny gross-out dance that Clark fortunately didn't see as he explained, "Oh, yes! If you rescue eggs and need to incubate them, or if you pick up dinner and want to keep it warm on the way home, or if you've gone shopping and forgot to bring a bag!"

Zee shut her eyes for a moment. "Shopping," she repeated, faintly. "Yes, I can see that. I could even use it as a purse, why not."

Clark squinted. "There's no need to get silly, angel," he said, and Zee demanded, "All right, let me see it," before she started laughing hysterically.

Smiling in his most reassuring manner, Clark tugged up the hem of his teeshirt. Zatanna forced herself to unfocus her gaze until his stomach was entirely exposed; she wanted to see it all at once, not bit by bit. It wouldn't do to start squealing and flapping her hands and making the "eiw eiw eiw" face before he even finished lifting his shirt.

And there it was, and it...it wasn't hairy, which was a huge relief, and no fur either. Instead it was like a doubled thickness of skin, lying flat against Clark's belly, hardly discernible as something extra until you reached just below his waist. Then there was a thin line of flesh, a flat folded lip of it like bias tape on a hem. Zee reached for it, her fingertips curling around the warm seam and then inside, below the flat layer of skin. It felt fine, warm and dry and there was Clark's abdomen moving gently with his breath, brushing the back of her hand. Her palm and fingertips pressed into the pouch skin and Zee heard herself make a small noise between a squeak and a moan as it yielded to her touch, elastic but strong, warm as well from the blood coursing through it. Her husband's blood.

"Not as strange as it sounds, right?" Clark's voice had dipped low, and his smile had gotten slower, longer. Zatanna stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, smiling against his instantly responsive mouth.

"Clark," she said in a chiding tone. "I'm a magician. If there's one thing we like, it's secret hiding places."

The grateful look of relief on Clark's face wasn't hard to read. But when he said, "Since you're all right with it, then, I might as well tell you that the sandwiches I brought home the other day--"

"Don't ever finish that sentence for as long as we live," Zee said, and kissed him harder.

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