His low groan was almost enough to set her back on the edge. She loved knowing she could pull that from him. She loved knowing she made his blood race just as quickly as he could make hers. When he drew her closer, she went with him, a satisfied sigh escaping her. She smiled at the sleepy quality of his voice, feeling entirely the same way. She was sure she wouldn't be able to move if she wanted to.
She laughed softly, shifting her head to give him more access to her neck, enjoying the soft press of his lips. "Leave it to you to ask with your cock rather than a ring." She was pretty sure it hadn't really sunk in just yet. She wanted him and she wanted to marry him ... but the significance of that had not yet settled. "Of course, we need to go shopping," she teased, "I need something to flash at the girls and make them jealous."
When he got up off the couch, she stretched lazily, watching him with amusement as he sauntered off to the kitchen. Their voices must have woken Boo as she came trotting in. Smiling, she dropped her hand to scratch her behind the ears. "Hey, baby," she smiled, laughing when Boo moved to curl up on what remained of her shirt.
Her attention shifted back to Clint as her returned, two pieces of pie in his hand. Grinning, she sat up, tucking her feet under her and accepted the pie. "Of course you have pie." If Clint didn't have pie, the world would end.