"Somehow you always find the right words to motivate me."

Clint chuckled into the softness of her curves pressing against him so perfectly and somehow withstood temptation to start nibble on her skin through her dress. They had time, he rather saw her undressed anyway... and if this was how it would be tonight, with her beautiful deep voice whispering directions and encouragements, he had no objections at all.

He lifted her up easily, both arms wrapped around her waist, his hands on her thighs shoving up her skirt just enough so it wouldn't be in the way, and carried her to the bathroom without hurry. That soft, admiring smile was still on his lips and he never stopped looking at her, reveling in how she looked, how she smiled back and that small glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

Once they were there, he let her down to the floor just as gently and moved behind her to open her dress for her. With his hands already on her shoulders he stopped, though, remembering the drill and moved close enough to her ear to whisper a few soft, pleading words.

"May I?"