And there it was, if Clint listened carefully he was pretty sure there was a choir of angels singing some place, or maybe that was just through the white noise in his ears. Whatever right.
He tried hard to be good, reached to card fingers through her hair softly but jesus, honestly? He couldn't be that good when she was on her knees doing, well, that.
He tangled fingers into the curls, falling back against the bed with a heavy sigh, "Jesus Tasha, best reward ever." Submissive? Clint? Well yeah, just a little bit but hey, he guessed it came naturally to a woman who was akin to a widow. At least he'd survived being in her bed, most didn't have that priviledge.
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He tried hard to be good, reached to card fingers through her hair softly but jesus, honestly? He couldn't be that good when she was on her knees doing, well, that.
He tangled fingers into the curls, falling back against the bed with a heavy sigh, "Jesus Tasha, best reward ever." Submissive? Clint? Well yeah, just a little bit but hey, he guessed it came naturally to a woman who was akin to a widow. At least he'd survived being in her bed, most didn't have that priviledge.