"In my defense, it's a good couch for one person. Maybe not a person that's 6'3'' but, you know," Clint teases. He kisses her once more, briefly and then rolls off of her onto his feet. He's still wearing his pants, so for the sake of fairness, he strips out of them and kicks them to the side. Reaching out his hand to help Daisy up, he says, "shall we?"
On the way to the ladder leading up to the loft area, Clint grabs them each a bottle of water and then leads her up. It's always a little weird, climbing up naked with someone behind him, but Clint decides to just roll with it. Once upstairs, Clint moves aside to let Daisy through. The loft itself is very small and the bedroom isn't huge by any means. His bed is held up on palettes only a couple inches from the floor and there's a weight set in the corner. In lieu of a headboard, Clint has a bit of a gallery wall full of photos of his kids, Kate and Lucky. Between the windows is a bow. The bed isn't made but the sheets smell fresh and it looks inviting.
Yeah, the climbing stairs naked part feels a bit weird, but she figures that most things will the first time. If they have a repeat performance (and she certainly hopes they do), then everything will probably be easier and less awkward. For now, she just goes with it, following him up and smiling at what she finds. It's not the typical gross bachelor pad and she appreciates that.
"Much," she assures him before crossing the space to settle on the bed, choosing the side that doesn't have the usual signs of a person's frequent use. She opens her bottle as well, taking a sip while she studies the photos on the wall. After a moment, she tells him softly, "Your family is beautiful."
"Thanks, but I really can't take credit for that. As much as Luara and I didn't work out, she's a great mom." He is definitely over the breakup; it's been quite a few years now. It's good that neither of them are holding onto a relationship that was never going to work, because now they're very good at communicating and co-parenting. Laura's even remarried now, and Clint gets along great with her new wife.
He slides into his side of the bed and drinks about half of his bottle of water before setting it aside. Turning on his side to face her, Clint draws his hand up her side over her hip. "Where were we?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe I promised to get you off again. And if I didn't, I'm promising it now."
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On the way to the ladder leading up to the loft area, Clint grabs them each a bottle of water and then leads her up. It's always a little weird, climbing up naked with someone behind him, but Clint decides to just roll with it. Once upstairs, Clint moves aside to let Daisy through. The loft itself is very small and the bedroom isn't huge by any means. His bed is held up on palettes only a couple inches from the floor and there's a weight set in the corner. In lieu of a headboard, Clint has a bit of a gallery wall full of photos of his kids, Kate and Lucky. Between the windows is a bow. The bed isn't made but the sheets smell fresh and it looks inviting.
"Better?" he asks while cracking open his water.
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"Much," she assures him before crossing the space to settle on the bed, choosing the side that doesn't have the usual signs of a person's frequent use. She opens her bottle as well, taking a sip while she studies the photos on the wall. After a moment, she tells him softly, "Your family is beautiful."
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He slides into his side of the bed and drinks about half of his bottle of water before setting it aside. Turning on his side to face her, Clint draws his hand up her side over her hip. "Where were we?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe I promised to get you off again. And if I didn't, I'm promising it now."