Ana smiles in reply and made the first brush of lips tender. And then firmer before she opened his mouth to his. She didn't mind, she didn't care, he was his own. She had secrets enough, ink on her arms he hadn't seen, some of the words to O Death inscribed upon her back. And the way it took a holy weapon to cause her any damage.

She pushed into his hands, and broke the kiss enough to murmur a soft 'please'. She kissed her way to his ear and gently nibbled upon his lobe, hands trailing lower to stroke the hemline of his jeans.

'Don't hold back, Clint. I want this.'