Clint wasn’t really sure how he had mean the comment. He knew how he had intended to mean it, but it hadn’t come out quite right, and he definitely didn’t know how he wanted her to take it. It just felt so damn good to have her in his arms again, to taste her and breathe her in, and he wasn’t good enough of a liar to say he didn’t want more. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, feel her tremble beneath him, feel her comfortable weight on top of him. He wanted to test all those secret places and see if they still made her moan or shiver or dig her nails into his skin.
Damn, if he kept up that thinking then he better decide real quick what kind of shower this was going to be: a shared one or a very cold one.
She was asking the question and he tried to answer but she was already making excuses as if to run, though her body didn’t follow. “Yeah, uh... I’ll just...” he gestured over his shoulder with a nod of his head in the direction he presumed the bathroom to be.
It was ridiculous, they were acting ridiculous, but he didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want to let her out of his sight. He had been too long without her, too long alone, and he didn’t want to go back to that again so soon.
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Date: 2014-09-05 10:52 pm (UTC)Damn, if he kept up that thinking then he better decide real quick what kind of shower this was going to be: a shared one or a very cold one.
She was asking the question and he tried to answer but she was already making excuses as if to run, though her body didn’t follow. “Yeah, uh... I’ll just...” he gestured over his shoulder with a nod of his head in the direction he presumed the bathroom to be.
It was ridiculous, they were acting ridiculous, but he didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want to let her out of his sight. He had been too long without her, too long alone, and he didn’t want to go back to that again so soon.