Today was a slow day, so Clint and I decided to stay home. I woke up with Clint's strong arm across my waist and it was a real struggle to get him off. "Where are you going sexy?" He questioned his voice extra deep from just waking up. "Clint I have to pee and I need a shower." He didn't reply but tightened his grip once more. " I think that can wait." His deep voice tickled my neck. " Clinton Francis Barton if you do not let me go pee you will be sleeping on the couch, in the basement alone." He let me go and I raced into the bathroom. " God using my whole name what a way to kill the mood babe." He said from the other side of the door. " You think I could ever be a model ?" He asked when I emerged from the bathroom, then he started posing in front of the mirror. " Um......no." His body slumped down and he made a funny pouting face. "You are no fun babe first you kill my mood now this? What has my life come to?" He flopped down on the bed and complained like a teenage girl on her period. I sit on his back and poke the back of his head. " Your being silly." He lets out a low sigh and muttered something into the duvet. " I'm sorry come again?" He flipped over facing me with each hand holding onto my thigh. His hands rubbed my thigh then started to venture higher up my leg. " Oh no you don't I ain't ate my breakfast yet so you gonna have to wait." I hop off and walk out the room leaving a sulking Clint lying on the bed. 

TO BE CONTINUED...