Summer looked up from the ornament box she was digging through, smiling slowly. “Hmm? How would you like me, then?” A mischievous glitter lit her eyes. “Naked with a bow? In a gorgeous dress on your arm? Making you beg me for mercy? Putting snow down your back?”
“Mmm, flattery will get you /everywhere/.” Summer slid her fingers up into the close crop of his hair, scraping against his scalp, and kissed him again, deeply. “Christmas is a long way off yet, Clint. Can you wait?”
Clint kissed you back his hands wrapping themselves around you. “Maybe one more kiss to keep the temptation at bay,” the archer hummed teasingly and lifted one hand to caress your cheek.
“That’s not at all how it works. The more you kiss me, the more I’m tempted.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, turning her face into his hand. “Come on,” she whispered.
“That works for me,” the hawk hummed and leaned in for another kiss. He could never get enough of you and your kisses.
Summer purred, nipping at Clint’s mouth. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered.