Some shooting and explosions, followed by idle elevator music let Clint know, their movie was about to end and he turned his eyes to the screen shortly, followed by a quiet chuckle.

"Are they really rolling around in diamonds? Am I the only one who finds this horribly uncomfortable?"

His fingertips danced down her chest again, teasing, tickling a little to leave the last too heavy minutes behind, until one fingertip dipped into her navel, just where Bond just had put a diamond on his girl on screen.

"Not that it wouldn't look good on you..."

The tip of his tongue darted forward, drawing a little circle on her shoulder before he closed his lips around the very first spot.

"But I'd rather not have my stomach cut open when I want to sleep with you..."