Clint and I spent most of the afternoon going back and forth with each other and coming up with a few plans as well. We probably would've spent the entire day just sitting around and talking but we both remembered that all the clothes in his closet were either too long or too small. I suggested we go out and fix that since it wasn't really something that could wait very long and what couldn't be dropped off and altered we could just re-buy. There was a mall and shopping center not too terribly far away and we'd be able to deal with the clothes a well as pick up anything else we wanted to get or felt we needed.

"Don't suppose there is any chance of getting something a bit less stuffy," Clint commented as we pulled anything from his closet that could be altered.

"Unfortunately not, we're stuck with stuffy and boring. Look on the bright side though, your clothes may suck you buy at least get to drive the nice car." The car I was outrageously jealous of, given I was stuck with an SUV and an ugly one at that.

"How did you get stuck with such an ugly car, it wouldn't even be as bad if it were a different color!" Clint laughed at me, I responded by flipping him off

"Because I'm the woman so I have to have a fitting car in a boring ass color while you get the bad ass sports car."

"Sorry baby, that's just the way it's gotta be, nothing successful and macho about a soccer mom SUV. If it makes you feel better we can take my car out shopping and maybe if you're good I'll let you drive it."

"I am going to shove my foot so far up your ass you god damned smart ass!" I half laughed at him "But that still probably wouldn't shut you up."

"You'll definitely have to find better ways to shut me up than shoving your foot up my ass," He agreed as he picked up what we'd pulled out. "I say that we pick up dinner when we're done, save the effort of cooking and cleaning up again. Give us more time to do whatever." It sounded like a good idea to me, especially since I didn't really feel like cooking and I didn't want to make him cook after he'd cooked breakfast.

Rather than going to the shopping center/mall closest, we went to the next farthest one to avoid running in to neighbors. It took nearly an hour to reach the mall and that was only because Clint was speeding most of the time. Our first stop was for someone that could tailor the clothes which I had forgotten a few things about, as had Clint. Since we'd gone out in in jeans, that meant me standing there trying not to laugh at Clint standing there in his shirt and boxers while the tailor got his measurements. Every so often Clint would catch me looking at him and shoot me a look or wiggle his eyebrows at me, almost sending me in to a fit of giggles a few times. By the time the tailor had finished and sent us on our way he probably thought the both of us were nuts.

"Enjoying your view in there kitten?" Clint teased as he tossed his arm over my shoulder.

"Well it is a lot easier to enjoy the view when you're not concerned over someone's intentions and pointing weapons at them."

"You were enjoying your view then too! Bet you thought you were being sneaky about it."

"Can't get anything past you can I," I responded with a laugh. Clint was certainly a very observant man, probably at least if not more observant than I was. I was impressed that he noticed me checking him out while I'd had a gun pointed at him.

"I've got an eye for things, but I'm not infallible. Just to warn you, before we head back home I have to pick up some stuff, I'm not going to say what but I don't want you to be entirely surprised."

"Uhm, alright then?" For a while longer we wandered the mall, buying whatever other clothes he'd need, before Clint carted me off to a sporting goods store, presumably for whatever he needed. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for so I just followed him without question. Despite his warning I was still pretty damned surprised when we wound up surrounded by archery equipment. I tried my best not to stand there slack jawed as Clint rattled off everything he needed to the man working in the area, who paused for a moment before moving about to gather the items.

"Oh don't give me that look Kitten, I told you I had to get some stuff."

"Some stuff is not what you use when you mean you're going to go all Robin Hood on me! You said it like you had some really weird taste in something and you wanted to get it."

"Technically true, most people don't choose a bow; they choose a gun of some sort. I just happen to be very partial to archery."

"But you can handle a gun right? Bow and arrow isn't exactly the quickest, least obvious or easiest in close quarters," I questioned softly, checking for any eavesdroppers.

"Don't worry, I may be partial to the bow but I can handle a gun just as well and you would be surprised," He responded vaguely as the man came back with everything packaged up. After Clint had paid for his new weaponry we stopped for something to drink and headed back towards the tailor's. The man had done a wonderful job in just a few hours and with a very large tip we left the man in high spirits and us with one more thing out of the way. Shopping had been more exhausting than I'd thought it would be so we picked up a pizza and headed back to the house. Thankfully no one was really out or paying any mind to us coming back so we had no problems bringing in everything and no one seemed to notice the case holding Clint's new toy.

After we'd locked up and turned out the lights downstairs, we grabbed a few drinks and took everything upstairs. Hopefully anyone that wanted to stop by would do otherwise with the lights off so that we could just sit and enjoy dinner. I for one was looking forward to relaxing after the night before and enjoyed the comfortable silence as we ate. I didn't mind conversation during meals sometimes, but generally I preferred to eat my meal in silence. Sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, I got the feeling Clint was about the same given that he didn't make an effort to start up a conversation either. We managed to finish off the pizza in what seemed like no time at all, which was about the time Clint opened his mouth again.

"I don't think I've met a woman yet that could eat even half a medium pizza, yet here you are having just eaten half a large. You just keep impressing me," He'd laughed as he pulled over his bow case, taking it out before testing the strings. There was something about watching him with the bow that seemed completely natural. "You're staring again Kitten," He teased.

"Yeah, I've always kind of eaten a lot, and it is really hard not to stare at the guy holding a freaking bow." I responded

"Right, the bow is the reason you're staring, you already did your shocked gawking. I think it is for another reason."

"Really, what might that reason be?" I scoffed, finishing off my drink and ignoring him putting his arm up on the bed behind me.

"You know exactly what reason that is," Clint responded as I turned to face him, suddenly noticing just how close he now was to me. "No need to be so shy about it," He added with a grin. I stared at him with my eyes wide, not even sure when he'd set the bow back let alone moved so close to me. The bastard was intentionally testing my will and I wasn't sure how well I could resist with him right there. I internally cursed him for being so… I wasn't even sure what to use to describe him.