“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
Setting to work on his buttons, Summer murmured, “Mmm, I agree.” She laid her mouth to every inch of revealed skin, lingering over the space where the arc reactor once was. Halfway through, she abandoned his shirt to skim out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but black cotton. Then she sprawled back on the bed, enjoying the contrast between merlot-red sheets and golden-olive skin.
“Well, Tony? Do you like what you see?”