At least one of them had enough sense to get up and shut the door. Lord knows Wanda and Clint could go a few more days without getting in more trouble from all the various annoying people leading this place. Clint watched her tip toe on back with a smile of his own there. He leaned up and rubbed his jaw line where her hands had been just a moment earlier. My my Miss Maximoff was aggressive. Ah, there went his shirt. Well! Two could play this game. He reached down and grabbed a leg and tried to concentrate on pulling off her shoe. Ultimately he failed at this. I mean, fuck the shoe. She had his earlobe there! "Aaah." He let out quickly and fell back into the chair. His lips met hers again and went for her neck. Oh this was happening now. They could both worry about the consequences later.
When she stopped short he glanced up to make quick eye contact. "Yes, I'm sure. What do you think this is? High school prom?" He asked with a wide grin plastered all over his face. With one quick motion he scooped her up in his arms and proceeded to canter on over to the bed. Once there he carefully dropped his cargo. The belt was indeed coming off. But it was by his hand. Clint grabbed the strap with a one jerk and undid the buckle with another. "Now then. Where were we?" Ah, yes. It was her turn loose a very choice articles of clothing.