“I hope that’s a ways off yet. And in the meantime, any reminding of this nature that you need I would be glad to help with,” she replied. Clint often joked about his age, and she suspected that sometimes their age difference actually bothered him. She thought it was silly, she much preferred to be with him than anyone her age, and it wasn’t like Clint acted maturely all the time. In the end she hardly ever thought about it unless he brought it up. It didn’t matter how old he was, he was the man she wanted to be with and that was that.

Wriggling against him and giggling a little at the scratch of his stubble, she waited until he settled again before resting her head back on his shoulder. At his little confession she raised her eyebrows and looked up at him.

“A very good decision,” she said, smirking slightly. “Guess you’re not too old yet.” She pinched his leg through his shorts teasingly.