"Hey he only had ten left, he couldn't sell them, they were covered in dust.." Okay so he made that last point up but honestly, how could he leave them knowing that no one wanted them?
Okay she was laughing at him, Clint guessed that was better then her calling him crazy and pitying him. "Yeah on the shower, he was blue.." It was fitting okay! No, Clint needed to stop.
He smirked as her fingers moved through his hair and barely closed his eyes at the fleeting kiss. He needed more but he'd have to learn to be more patient although her words stopped him and he stared at her for a minute. He wanted to ask if she was replacing him with the stuffed keychain. "You can call him that, it's a fitting name." No, he went with the cowards answer like always.
He caught the towel in his hand, moved to shimmey out his jeans because wearing denim in bed should never happen. Instead he turned to spread the towel over the top of the sheets and turned to rifle through her bottom drawer in the chest, retriving a screwed up pair of flannel pants, some he remembered leaving in her room months ago and tugging them on.
"Hurry up, the pizza's getting cold." He wasn't above whining and apparently neither was his stomach as he grasped the pizza box and carefully positioned it on top of the towel.
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Date: 2013-02-10 03:36 pm (UTC)From:Okay she was laughing at him, Clint guessed that was better then her calling him crazy and pitying him. "Yeah on the shower, he was blue.." It was fitting okay! No, Clint needed to stop.
He smirked as her fingers moved through his hair and barely closed his eyes at the fleeting kiss. He needed more but he'd have to learn to be more patient although her words stopped him and he stared at her for a minute. He wanted to ask if she was replacing him with the stuffed keychain. "You can call him that, it's a fitting name." No, he went with the cowards answer like always.
He caught the towel in his hand, moved to shimmey out his jeans because wearing denim in bed should never happen. Instead he turned to spread the towel over the top of the sheets and turned to rifle through her bottom drawer in the chest, retriving a screwed up pair of flannel pants, some he remembered leaving in her room months ago and tugging them on.
"Hurry up, the pizza's getting cold." He wasn't above whining and apparently neither was his stomach as he grasped the pizza box and carefully positioned it on top of the towel.