The corset she could definitely do; she even had a pretty little purple and black number she had bought just for Clint.

When he got all sweet and tender on her she leaned over and gave him a quick peck on his cheek, unable to do much else with her mouth full. Setting her chopsticks down she placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” she said after she swallowed. “Because you know what vacations are for. I may go days without showering and wearing make-up. I might not even brush my hair.”