"I don't want freedom when I'm with you. I never needed it with you. You were always it for me." She feels guilty about never being able to let go enough to communicate with him all that she needed. With anyone else she needed that sense of not being brought to heel, not being hemmed in. It was always different with Clint. She knew that his love was a freedom in and of itself. There was a small obsession in the way she felt about having him to herself and that's why it was always so hard for her to let him be free. He was hers, and she knew that.

Now that it was true, she was going to hold on, and make sure that they never let go of one another again. A smile crept into their kiss and she squeezed his sides. "You are such a jerk. Letting me waste all those years with other idiots, when I could have had you." She teases, tapping his nose with her finger and kissing him a few more times to make sure he knows that she's joking with him. "...and I can't help it if you make me wet like this. You're really fucking good at what you do." There's one more kiss before she slides off of him with a groan.

It sucks to lose the feel of his body, but a shower is welcomed. She heads towards his bathroom, hips swaying as she goes to grab a couple towels and turn the water on. "Are you sure about a hundred kids? That's a lot of adopting to do..."