Temp Fix

[Liara]

"I don't think we've talked about it once." Selene said thoughtfully.

[Clint Cross]

"Maybe because we're at least some what at peace with our past... I'm ready to start a new future." Clint replied.

[Liara]

"I kill people and I'm good at it. It's what I do and crying about it won't change that." Selene said matter of fact and shrugged. "Anyway...a new future huh?"

[Clint Cross]

"Yeah... i know from time to time our skills as assassins or agents or simply investigators will be helpful, but it's not the ONLY thing we do when we're not finding new and exciting ways of having sex." Clint smirked as they came to little grove of palm trees and low flowering shrubs with a couple of chaise lounges and an umbrella over them. "Wow... look at that hint of a sunset on the ocean."

[Liara]

"This looks nice and secluded." Selene said as she playfully pulled him into the grove and kissed him deeply.

[Clint Cross]

"Yeah I don't think anyone will notice us... unless you make that really loud orgasm cry out again..." Clint chuckled and squinted. "Oh that's not the sun. That's a Naval ship. Huh... never realized how bright those deck lights are, that's like way far out too. Never saw them at night."

[Liara]

“No more champagne for you.” Selene said as she took the bottle and took a drink. She sat the bottle aside and pushed him down onto the lounge chair. “It’s late the only people out here are us. I’ll be as loud or as quiet as I want to be or you make me.”

[Clint Cross]

"Y'know I kinda love it when you take charge like that." Clint said as he laid back on the chair and looked at her. "Already got me standing at attention even layin' down."

[Liara]

“Nothing’s standing at attention in those.” Selene smirked as she pulled off his tight speedos and set them next to the champagne. “Now that’s much better.”

[Clint Cross]

"Now we should probably relive you of that wrap..." Clint said as he tugged at the belt around her waist ."Fair is fair after all."