Temp Fix

[Liara]

“Oh...well I didn’t have a bikini.” Selene said with a shrug and kissed him passionately.

[Clint Cross]

"Just another piece to take off." Clint said as he pulled her close and kissed her neck. "So... bed or lounge chair?"

[Liara]

“What’s closer?” Selene moaned softly as his breath tickled her neck making her toes curl.

[Clint Cross]

"Bed." Clint said as he turned to look at the bed. "We can be as annoyingly loud as we want to be..."

[Liara]

“Bed.” Selene said quickly and laughed softly when she realized how desperate she probably sounded. The way Clint touched her set her skin ablaze and she want more. She wanted all of him and honestly she didn’t care if she sounded desperate or not. There was this connection they shared that shouldn’t put into words that she felt when she was with him. When they were apart of left her craving for it and after today she just wanted to feel him. To feel that connection to something happy, passionate, and possibly to love.

[Clint Cross]

Clint wasted no time in getting her onto the bed and the following hours were spent just enjoying each other's bodies and making love. He had to admit, what started out as the desperate grasp of a lonely widower, turned into something deeper with this woman. She may have looked, sounded and even had similar personality ticks to his late wife, but she was her own woman and yet she was a woman who for the first time in her life, was discovering herself. The pure look of joy, pleasure and wonderment on her face at times, was something he never quite saw out of his more world weary wife. While, the two of them did discover a lot of things together and things she was told and told herself were never to be, it was different. There was so much trauma and layers of personalities to dig through, that it was difficult for her and others to really 'know' her. And Clint was one of the few men anywhere that really sort of 'got' her, even though for as much as he knew, there was almost as much as he didn't.

Making love to Selene, in paradise, was almost a dream. The passion they both had for each other, the way she reacted to his touch, the way she made him feel. It was... so different. Most men would either propose on the spot but he knew better. He didn't want to ruin this and he also knew that his public union with his Selene, made them and their children targets. They were spies first and foremost, they forgot some of their cardinal rules, to always be prepared and how often did they get taken by surprise? Although, in the back of his mind he also had to remind himself their foes are not the usual garden variety spies or other agents. They had powers, they were more than normal.

It took three rounds before he finally glanced at the clock, it was already past midnight. Neither was really 'tired' per se.

"So... how about we dig into that basket of goodies... I could use something. At least you had ice cream." Clint teased.

[Liara]

“There was a lack of oxygen and I was slowly dying.” Selene said with a soft laugh. “Though as far as last meals go...it was a pretty good choice.”

[Clint Cross]

"Hey, it's been on my list of 'last meal' places too. I hope Noonian helps them rebuild. I liked that place." Clint said with a smile and looked in the basket. "Ohhh... chocolate covered strawberries... two bottles of wine, champagne, cheese, crackers and..." he picked up a tube. "Edible lubricant? Oooooohhkaaaayyyy..." he shook his head and shuddered a bit. "That's a first. Androids... man... all about the lubricant."

[Liara]

“You have no issue ensuring proper lubrication.” Selene said with a smirk. “Bring those strawberries over here. How do they put chocolate on them?”

[Clint Cross]

"Heat it up, dip 'em in. Let them cool." Clint replied. "Ohh... we should do fondue sometime. Dip all kinds of things in hot cheese or chocolate. Just... no fleshy bits... " he chuckled and walked over with the strawberries and held up the wine and champagne. "Bubbles or no?"