Maryanne's eyes danced after he dropped that second kiss onto her lips. "Oh yeah? That mean you felt it too?" Her fingers traced lightly over the divots of muscle and bone.
Since she was feeling so brave, she pushed on. "Since I'm being honest, and since I've got your attention, I have to say I've kinda felt that growing fuzzy sensation for a little bit." At least since the wall.
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Clint just gave a soft chuckle and nodded, watching her fingers for a moment before he let himself look at her again. "Fuzzy is good, I like fuzzy." he told her, still never really sure of himself, whether or not admitting the way he really felt would get him anywhere good. It hadn't always worked so well in the past. "I, well, I like feeling fuzzy too." he murmured, hoping she realized that he felt the same things she did "Have been enjoying it so far at least."
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A slow grin turned up her lips. Because it was obvious that he wasn't going to turn down her fuzzy feeling, but she was glad things didn't get weird, and it sounded like he had felt it too. She was on cloud nine.
"Normally I don't move this fast. But it was brought to my attention that... We don't know if we're going to be here tomorrow. And I can't let things just be guessed at. It leads to a lot of regret." Maryanne knew she had wasted a lot of time being afraid. And that was going to stop. Because cowardice wasn't something she wanted to wear on her shoulders.
Raising up on her toes she touched her lips to his briefly.
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There was an obviously awkward direction this whole thing could go but he was glad it didn't, he'd hate for it to go there at this point, where they were still so fragile and new, despite everything they'd already done. Possibly because of it. "I know." he sighed, "I don't really do this…much at all but you," he paused, his expressing going inward for a moment before he gave her a crooked grin, "You managed to surprise me." he admit, softly.
He leant in to her kiss and wrapped his arms around her again, not quite letting her lips get too far before pressing them together again, letting it go a bit deeper. But, after a moment he stood straight again, arms still holding her close. "I uh, made up the extra room but…you're welcome in mine too. If you want."
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"Yeah, me either. I usually don't let myself get this close." And she was hardly talking about the space between them. Because she hoped it was a little obvious that she had no trouble bing close physically. Emotionally was something completely different. Too much risk had been involved. "And you're pretty good at surprising me, yourself." Which wasn't easy to do.
A soft little hum vibrated in her throat. Maryanne did like the physical closeness too. "So if I tucked Tim in and felt the urge to come slip in your bed, you wouldn't complain?"
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He laughed softly. "A few months before I ended up here I'd vowed to myself never to get this close again." he told her, letting his hand slip under her shirt, just wanting to feel skin and warmth more than wanting to be under her shirt. "So much for that." he grinned, pressing his cheek to her hair, breath light against her temple. "Never. Who in their right mind would complain about that?"