She can't help but cry, and when Clint starts to bumble through why he thinks she's cry, she begins to laugh too. Holding him as tight as possible she shakes her head until the words begin to form. "No, no, no..." She mumbles against his lips in the middle of the tears. Lifting up her hand, she looks at the ring and her lips do this odd smile frown, that only happens when a woman is so happy all she can do is cry.
"You dork, I'm only crying because I'm so happy, because you're such a wonderful idiot that you already had this for me, and I had no clue that you'd ever ask me to marry you when it's all I've ever wanted. I was so scared to tell you and mess up your future dreams... but I've always wanted this. I want you, your name, everything about you Clint Barton" She licks over his lips, tasting all the salt from her tears along with the rich wonderful flavor that belongs to her now fiancee.
Fuck. She's got a fiancee. This brings on another wave of her kissing him, this time harder and deeper than before. She rolls her body around onto his and squeezes him even tighter if that was ever possible. Laughing even more she nods. "Fine get yourself blue pills, but make sure you find out where the stupid hospital is just in case you don't ever go back down.. and you're not old. I don't marry old men. I marry young, wonderful, sexy men."
Kissing down his neck, she sucks at the base, and leaves a rather noticeable hickey there and then another down along his shoulder. She's staking her claim over his body, and it's only going to get worse before it gets better she thinks with a smirk. "Disney? Let's go to Disney World. I want to go to Epcot and Animal Kingdom too, and MGM and ride that Tower of Terror!!!" She's giggling wildly by this point. "Wait, can we get married at Disney? Oh, Clint. It would be like a storybook. I've seen pictures...Florida doesn't have a waiting period for a license like Vegas either. We could go whenever."
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Date: 2024-02-28 02:15 pm (UTC)"You dork, I'm only crying because I'm so happy, because you're such a wonderful idiot that you already had this for me, and I had no clue that you'd ever ask me to marry you when it's all I've ever wanted. I was so scared to tell you and mess up your future dreams... but I've always wanted this. I want you, your name, everything about you Clint Barton" She licks over his lips, tasting all the salt from her tears along with the rich wonderful flavor that belongs to her now fiancee.
Fuck. She's got a fiancee. This brings on another wave of her kissing him, this time harder and deeper than before. She rolls her body around onto his and squeezes him even tighter if that was ever possible. Laughing even more she nods. "Fine get yourself blue pills, but make sure you find out where the stupid hospital is just in case you don't ever go back down.. and you're not old. I don't marry old men. I marry young, wonderful, sexy men."
Kissing down his neck, she sucks at the base, and leaves a rather noticeable hickey there and then another down along his shoulder. She's staking her claim over his body, and it's only going to get worse before it gets better she thinks with a smirk. "Disney? Let's go to Disney World. I want to go to Epcot and Animal Kingdom too, and MGM and ride that Tower of Terror!!!" She's giggling wildly by this point. "Wait, can we get married at Disney? Oh, Clint. It would be like a storybook. I've seen pictures...Florida doesn't have a waiting period for a license like Vegas either. We could go whenever."