Loosing was bad enough, but no sooner had the screen reverted back to the menu when Clint was stepping away to leave her frustrated and turned on. This wasn’t a good combination.

Turning to face him, her eyes narrowed to slit as she took in the huge, smug grin he wore. “I guess so,” she said, the simple words sounding dangerous on her tongue, but not as dangerous as her smiled looked when she suddenly grinned back at him. “A kiss for good luck, then.”

She didn’t even try to be discrete when she stepped into his space under the pretense of just that, but instead of a quick peck on the cheek she nipped at his neck right over the bruise she had left on his skin yesterday, while simultaneously giving his crotch a healthy squeeze before abruptly stepping aside to let him at the controls. Let him keep a clear head with that on his mind.