Up he went, standing slowly and putting his hands on her shoulders. She was lost in lust, and Clint wanted to see more. He couldn't put his finger on why, couldn't recall when he'd had any sort of desire directed at her, but he wasn't questioning it. She was before him, and she was making him ready to pounce at any moment.

He helped her, pushing down the jeans from his hips, stepping out of them when they hit the floor, pulling her close once again... Everything was a blur. Pressing his hips against her again, he let out a soft groan.