Chloe came as soon as she Clint grab her throat. She let her mouth fall open, closing her eyes and riding the feeling. It wasn't long before Clint was finished, and Chloe let him pull her to the side, as they lay down. She breathed hard, but her breath was slowing as she rested against Clint. She wasn't much of one for pillow-talk, unless the sex was bad, and she knew Clint probably wasn't, it would've surprised her if he was anyway.<br/><br/>"Wasn't it obvious?" she said, "I won, silly boy."<br/><br/>She sat up, uneasy from a bit of fatigue, engendered by the position Clint had managed to put her in. She couldn't say it had been comfortable for most of her body, but it had some benefits, primarily the fact that she'd come in record time.<br/><br/>"Its past curfew," she said, when Clint helped her to her feet. She immediately felt completely filthy, a state that to her, was probably the most disagreeable she knew, she hadn't minded a bit of mud during the sex, but she was badly in need of a swim, which it seemed she was going to get.<br/><br/>"Grab you dagger, and then up we go," she said, "take a deep breath though, I'm defiantely going to try to bring us up closer to shore, I left my trident there."