"If you don't start with the toys and restraints again...", Clint murmured against her neck, another deep shudder going down his spine before he locked these images away forcefully.

After giving her skin a small bite, he finally got up and lead the way outside, with his arm loosely around her waist, to get some fresh air on the viewing terrace. Only his still healthy colored cheeks betrayed what kind of impression the small interlude had made.

"Been a while", he murmured, apologetically. "But you sure haven't lost your touch."