“Drinking I’ll grant you, but not flight.” Summer traded him smirk for smirk. “After all, your little battery is gone. As for sex … try me.”
“If I drink you under the table, I can’t destroy your standards. Besides, I could wire together a spare and still blow you away. But…I will accept your challenge.”
She had to laugh. “We’ll get back to the issue of flight later, I think. I wouldn’t even try to match you drink for drink, Mr Stark.” Summer sauntered over to him, putting a little extra sway in her step under the long circle skirt she wore. She looked up, enjoying the near-foot of height difference. “How would you like to begin?”
“So I owe you one for a race, challenge, whatever you want to call it. We’ll have to set the stakes though…keep it interesting. And that’s a shame, because I know I’d win…but you might’ve ended up with alcohol poisoning if you were insane enough to take me up on that offer. That just leaves sex, and that might be my favorite of the three.” Tony’s eyes followed her hips, almost mesmerized by her stride as she approached him. Biting his bottom lip, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Why don’t we just see where this takes up?”
“Hmmm, I like that idea. A race, in the morning when you’ve worn me out? Or perhaps it’ll be the reverse, as you struggle to manage your suit after a night without sleep?” Summer let the laugh run low in her throat, sliding her hand up the arm wrapped around her. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she added, “Or we can skip flight entire and stick with sex. If you’re good enough.”