Clint was hard and so fucking turned on right now that it almost didn't register when Emmeline started talking. He pulled back, eyes slightly glazed and blinked a few times. Couldn't do this? Do what? The confusion was evident and he had no bloody fucking clue what her reasons could possibly be and he didn't even care enough to know them. Whatever her reason was, she seemed intent on it.
"Sure we can," he murmured, dropping his lips to her neck, traveling along the sensitive skin.
There was no reason they couldn't but then she was just saying they shouldn't and he sighed and pulled away, putting a couple steps between them. "Why can't we do this?" he asked, annoyed. Fuck. He hoped she had a good reason. Like her period.