Emmeline couldn't help as a thrilling shock ran down her spine as Clint pulled her close to him, the feel of his hands and fingers on her hips, the smell of his scent so close to her. She forgot all about the cigarette clutched between her fingers, letting it fall easily into the brush of snow underneath their feet. She hadn't exactly been expecting this, but she... sort of wanted it at the same time. He was so hot and he smelled exactly how she would have wanted, and the taste of his lips was even better.
Opening her mouth to him, her tangled in the movement of his, tasting the whiskey and brownies on his breath, a taste that she shared, and she couldn't help the small moan she let out, one hand going to trail behind his back, slipping underneath his coat and shirt to feel the hot, tight skin underneath and the other clutching his shoulder, her body flush against his. She wanted more, so much more, and her head was hazy and fuzzy and for a moment she forgot who she was, and how much she hurt on the inside, and just lost herself in the moment.
Taking a strange amount of initiative, she pushed him back against a tree, knowing the bold was strange and bold coming from such a small woman, but it allowed her to press even closer, her nails digging into his skin. He was over a foot taller than her, so she had to stand on her tip toes, but she eventually broke away from his lips, trailing them along his chin before capturing his earlobe in her mouth, tugging on it gently, letting her breath tickle his ear before moving to his neck, sucking on the warm flesh there, her tongue and teeth trailing over it.