"Yep, we do. Can't have that."

Grinning, Clint swept her into his arms to lie back comfortably on the sofa. No one said, a little spooning during a nice movie wasn't for master assassins, right? Perfect chance for him to have his face close to her neck and place a few kisses there from time to time while his hands gently caressed her stomach and side. Of course it was complete coincidence that on screen Bond and Rosamund Pike were just getting in on in the middle of a frozen room.

"Nice interior", he remarked, feigning seriousness.