Temp Fix

[Liara]

"You don't need tight shorts to impress me." Selene said matter of fact. "I've seen you without them and she clearly cares enough to pack a camera for you."

[Clint Cross]

"Oh good..." Clint grinned. "Something for our 'private' album."

[Liara]

Selene laughed, “I’ll think about it.”

[Clint Cross]

"Maybe later." Clint said with a smile as he took her hand. "Something tells me that we may be spending more than the weekend here... "

[Liara]

“Planning to ditch all your responsibilities and run away with me?” Selene teased as she grabbed the bottle of champagne as they walked towards the door.

[Clint Cross]

"Well maybe I want to know enough about you that when we go back, were pretty well versed on each other and if Dominus and his goons keep us busy, we're not distracted. Not that I'll ever NOT be distracted by you... but we can focus maybe a wee bit better." Clint chuckled. "I'm willing to be exclusive if you are."

[Liara]

“I hear that’s not particularly hard for you.” Selene smirked. “But I don’t want to be with anyone else. Of course if a mission calls for me to sleep with a target I will.”

[Clint Cross]

"Well you know you don't HAVE to sleep with a target if you don't want to. I mean, you're an agent, not a prostitute. I need the agent more than a whore." Clint replied and kissed her cheek. "Although if it comes down to it, I'm not exactly going to freak out. But still... just saying, you don't have to do anything you don't want."

[Liara]

“You’re so different.” Selene said softly.

[Clint Cross]

"Sad that treating my agents and my partner with respect and like a human being is different for you." Clint replied and pulled her close. "That's one thing that's always bothered me, how it seems like both of you were just used. Barely even considered a person."