It could jeopardize the mission, making themselves the centre of attention and putting their relationship on display, but Clint didn’t care about that right now. They could deal with it tomorrow, spin it positively, but right now he couldn’t even think about it. Right now all he could think about was her body pressed against his, her mouth hot and welcoming.

When they were interrupted he let out a loud groan, his head dropping back on the seat behind him. He tried to find the words to protest against her being the one to pay, even fumbled for his wallet, but she already had the bills out before he could find his. “I can get that,” he still said a little late, pulling out his wallet needlessly. “Or, I guess, I can... breakfast. I’ll spring for breakfast.”