Molly sat up in bed after finding Clint gone. She stretched then heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. She grinned upon getting a very, very naughty idea then walked to the bathroom as quietly as she could. Steam was pouring out of the shower, but it hadn't began to fill the bathroom yet. She could see the silhouette of Clint behind the curtain.
She was sure to watch as long as she could as she started undressing herself. He washed his hair quickly then glanced out of the shower.
"Are you going to join me or not?" he asked. Molly grinned stripping herself of the rest of her clothes and got in the shower with him. They stood before each other in all their glory grinning at each other. Clint reached out to her and turned her back to him. He pulled her against him letting the water cover her. His lips fell to her shoulder and his hands slowly ran down her sides and settled on her waist. Molly leaned her head back against him letting out a small moan just for him.
Clint raised his head and reached for the shampoo and put some in his hand. He began to work it into her hair slowly and sensually. Molly could feel shockwaves rush through her body and settle in her lower abdomen as he worked it in until he was sure her hair was nice and lathery. He rinsed it out then reached for the conditioner and worked it into her hair much the same way he did the shampoo.
Molly reached her hands back stroking his thighs with the tips of her fingers. Clint kissed the back of her neck slowly before he rinsed out the conditioner. After it was rinsed out, Molly turned around and kissed his lips. Her arms snaked around his neck forcing the kiss deeper. His tongue slid into her mouth slowly and she felt the cold of the shower wall against her back. Molly groaned as her fingers ran up to his hair.
Clint broke the kiss leaning his forehead against hers.
"I love you," he whispered. Molly smiled kissing him softly.
"I love you." They both huffed when they heard Clint's phone go off somewhere inside the bathroom. They would have ignored it, but they recognized the ring tone as Director Fury. Clint reached over and turned off the water, then pulled the shower curtain back. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist then jumped out of the shower. He grabbed his phone answered the call.
"Yeah." Molly stood in the shower just then realizing that she didn't grab herself any towels. Clint noticed then grabbed her a towel as he listened to what Fury had to say. Molly wrapped the towel around her then put one in her hair then stepped out. She stepped next to Clint leaning in to listen in on the conversation.
As soon as she did, Clint hung up the phone. He huffed then looked at Molly. She could tell it was a job just by the look in his eye. And it was a job that she wouldn't be going with him on. Her skills were not needed. She hated when they had to be separated like that, but a job was a job. It was the same way with The Thieves Guild. Clint couldn't ever go with her because he wasn't apart of the Guild. Their jobs took them to dangerous places, but no matter what, they always returned to each other.
It had been a while since SHIELD had called her for a job. It wasn't every day that SHIELD needed her, which she also understood, but even then, most of the time, she would always go alone.
"How long?" she asked in a low whisper.
"As long as it takes." Molly frowned, lowering her head. She leaned forward putting her forehead against his chest. Clint's hands rested on her shoulders as he kissed the top of her head. "Nothing like hearing your boss's voice to ruin the mood." He sighed afterwards. Molly looked up at him with a smirk.
"Maybe for you, but I didn't get to hear his voice," she said pushing him backwards until he was up against the wall. Clint allowed her the playful spark trying to return to his eye. Molly assaulted his neck with kisses and nips. Clint's hands gripped her waist pulling her against him.
He grabbed her towel and let it fall to the ground as he began to push her back towards towards the sink. Clint lifted her up onto the sink as Molly brushed her hand behind her to clear enough space for her. She ignored the crashing of the objects as Clint ripped away his own towel and forced her legs apart.
He slid into her with one smooth motion earning a slight gasp from Molly. Clint grinned at her. Molly put her arms under his to hold her against him properly. He grabbed her waist to keep her still as he started moving inside her.
"Oh, Clint," Molly whimpered. She bit her lip leaning her head back. Clint took the opportunity and started nipping her neck. He felt her nails dig into his shoulder blades and he took the hint and picked up his pace. Molly called out his name. Clint reached behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair.
Molly looked into his eyes and Clint grinned. He knew she was close. He could see it in her eyes. They began to grow slightly and her lips slightly quivered. He put his hand on the small of her back and began to move a little faster. It was enough to send her over the edge. Her nails dug into his back leaving marks as she chanted his name.
Clint moaned as he reached his own climax. He rode it out slowly then leaned his forehead against Molly's. They smiled at each other then kissed each other softly.
"I have to start packing." Molly groaned in protest when he pulled out of her. Clint reached for his towel, but Molly stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked. Clint stared at her slightly confused.
"I'm going to go start packing," he stated. Molly stood from the sink and pressed her body against his.
"Oh no, mister, you're going to be gone until further notice and you honestly think that you're going to be able to leave me with just a quickie on the sink? Ain't happening, mon tout. You best be getting ready for a couple more rounds." She started to move out of the bathroom, then felt a slap on her ass.
She turned around quickly, sending a playful glare towards her husband. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He followed her out of the bathroom. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him.
"You're not going to be able to walk when I'm done with you," he whispered into her ear as his hand went between her legs and began to tease her slowly. Molly whimpered leaning her head back on his shoulder and moved her hips around in a circle.