He paused, the smile still perking his lips and jesus she was beautiful, with her kiss stained lips and sleep tousled hair. He lent, attaching lips to her jaw, down her neck, breathing softly against her skin.
"Hey, if you're feeling up to it I'm happy to oblige." Clint grinned against her neck, lifting up to look down at her. "Is that what you want? To feel the burn a little longer? To know that the pain will bring you back to reality, that every minute you're playing somebody else she'd be hurting too because I made it that way?" He cocked an eyebrow down at her, let his eyes wander down her body and yeah, he was pretty sure he wanted to make her hurt.
He rolled them back over slowly, looking up at her with that fucking grin still on his face. "What do you want me to do?"
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"Hey, if you're feeling up to it I'm happy to oblige." Clint grinned against her neck, lifting up to look down at her. "Is that what you want? To feel the burn a little longer? To know that the pain will bring you back to reality, that every minute you're playing somebody else she'd be hurting too because I made it that way?" He cocked an eyebrow down at her, let his eyes wander down her body and yeah, he was pretty sure he wanted to make her hurt.
He rolled them back over slowly, looking up at her with that fucking grin still on his face. "What do you want me to do?"