Clint groaned when her legs tightened around him, thankful her release had finally hit. He pumped a few more times, finding his own release. A low groan was pulled from his chest as he spilled himself inside of her. Her words warmed him and he pulled her tighter, rolling off of her and pulling her close "Good," he murmured, sleepily. He laid there for a moment before a goofy grin spread across his face. They were engaged. He'd just asked her to marry him. During sex. Christ.
"Well," he murmured, brushing his lips against her neck. "I didn't actually mean to ask you that way." Of course, that obviously indicated that he did mean to ask her. "Also. I don't have a ring... so we can go shopping for one if you want."
He should probably feel a little more worried about this but it was Lexi and a part of him was so very certain that they were meant to be together. He couldn't really help but feel comfortable in his decision. Kissing her softly on the cheek, he shifted, sitting up. Another light kiss and he was up off the couch and heading to the kitchen, not really paying attention to his nudity. There were no strawberries in this fridge but he had some pie. Grabbing a couple slices he headed back to the couch and handed her one.
"Congratulations,' he grinned. "Future Mrs. Arcturus Clinton Warrington, III."