<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe's PDA at the fountain </em></div><hr/><br/>He was not purposely rude to Nigel, but he appreciated that he departed and left Chloe and him alone. Following her every movement he suppressed a wicked thought of putting her in a similar position. How own legs straddled the edge of the fountain, not caring if one of his legs was soaked up to his knee later. His hands moved forward as he scooted closer to her until their torso stood an inch or two shy of one another, enough for him to feel the cool tips of her breasts brush against his body.<br/>"I would not call them nice...nymphs in the underworld are a little different from those on the surface. I did pick up a few pointers down there...from them...a thing or two."<br/>His hands slid along her thighs to her knees, scooping them and bending them around his waist as if he planned to wear her legs like a belt. They were dangerously close to one another, the wicked smirk spread along the corner of his lips before he ran his hands up her back as he leaned in to press his lips into hers. The aggressive movement of his tongue pushed past her soft lips, his eyes closed  and a groan at the taste of the kiss rumbled in his throat. His fingers gripped at her shoulder blades, pulling her body into his before his lips broke free from hers only to bury his mouth into the corner of her neck to nip at the skin. If she did nothing to stop him, he would not.