Emmeline couldn't help herself as her thoughts went back to how large his hands were, especially when they brushed across the bare skin of her stomach. She shivered in the slightest, happy with herself when he made a noise of satisfaction, wanting to hear more. Wanting to feel more. Fuck, for once she wasn't angry or sad or numb, she felt okay in the sense that she may not have been happy, but at least she felt something other than constant fucking negativity.
When he yanked her off her feet though, she couldn't help the small squeal of surprise, and she practically feel how much that fucking turned her on between her legs. Merlin, everything was a rush, and even in the bitter cold of the outside she felt too hot. When his lips crushed against hers then, she returned his passion, her hands tangling in the strands of his hair, her tongue nearly fighting with his for control, but then... she couldn't stop the voice in the back of her mind. She tried to press it down, so tried so hard, but eventually it was so loud it was like a ringing in her ears.
Breaking away she let out a small gasp, groaning and annoyed at herself at what she was about to do.... "Clint... Clint.. we have... to stop," she said between strangled breaths. Really, she wanted to do anything but, but her fucking conscience would not leave her be. "We can't... do this."