A small chuckle escaped Clint as he watched her waltz on over. "We could work on it?" He offered with a seemingly innocent face. After all, as everyone knows..practice makes perfect. He couldn't quite tell what made this particular pairing so interesting. Maybe it was just an itch they both wanted to scratch? Or maybe it was deeper? For some time now, none of them had allowed themselves to be vulnerable and play around. The disaster of the situation had seal off any thought of that happening. Since arriving at the Raft though, they both had found a safety net of sorts. It was good enough for Clint to let his guard for a little while a least.
Oh why the hell not? Her presence hanging over his chair was proof enough of the initiation. And so Clint did as he always did in these sorts of situations, he went for it. Very abruptly he pushed himself up and went for a second lock of the old lips. With his free hands he traveled up the length of her side waist. Fun times ahead!