Very fast. But Clint had never really learned any better anyway - he always dove in too fast, head over heels. Eventually, when it happened, the fall was quick and overly painful. It was something of a sobering thought. Maybe he should be trying -- well. Not harder? But differently.
It didn't stop him from admiring the view when Jamie took his shirt off though, nor did it stop him tilting his head back to offer more space for kissing, because who'd ever want to be denied something so nice?
"Does this count as a third date?" He asked, breathy.