She concentrated on trying to control her muscles, but it didn’t really help. “‘m sorry,” she murmured, clinging to the suit. “Didn’t want you to know about this.” Where would be free of the hum of other hearts? Up high was always a safe bet. “Tower,” Summer told Tony, before more muscles clenched, and she clamped her teeth together. “Yours.”
Tony got them to the balcony of the tower and got her inside, setting her on the couch in the den area so he could get out of the suit. “Don’t apologize,” he said through the noise of the suit shedding itself. “You really helped us out. Now… I take it this has happened before?” He asked, kneeling next to the sofa. “What can I do to help?”
Just leaving behind the clamour of the crowd at the mall helped; Summer felt the taste of it slide out of her mind like waves receding from the shore. It didn’t change the aftershocks of channelling the Hulk, but at least it stopped it from getting worse. Her breathing easing, she told Tony, “You got me out of there. That’s all I needed.” She flexed her fingers against yet another spasm, trying to force her body to relax. “Now all I can do is wait, and try not to think about it.”
Looking around the room, she added, “This is where you live? It’s really nice.”
“There’s a lot — aaaghh — a lot of pain,” she whispered. A muscle in her arm clenched, and her hands trembled. “But I’ll be oka—” A spasm in her back cut off that sentence and pulled her out of her fetal curl. “Take me away from here. Too much input. Please,” she whispered.
Tony hesitated a moment, not wanting to cause her any further pain, but moved to pick her up all the same. “Hold on, I’ll get us somewhere quiet, all right?” He held her as gently as he could manage while still holding her safely, and took off, leaving the other Avengers to deal with Banner. “Where?” he asked. The city was a big place, and very few areas could be considered quiet by anyone’s standards.
She concentrated on trying to control her muscles, but it didn’t really help. “‘m sorry,” she murmured, clinging to the suit. “Didn’t want you to know about this.” Where would be free of the hum of other hearts? Up high was always a safe bet. “Tower,” Summer told Tony, before more muscles clenched, and she clamped her teeth together. “Yours.”
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Tony scooted himself out from underneath a Lamborghini, sitting up on his elbows to look up at her. “Hey, yeah. That, uh…whatever you did last time, to make it so I could actually sleep. Think you could do it again, maybe?”
“Of course.” Folding her arms, Summer strolled into the garage, looking him over. “Now?”
“Yes?” He says softly as his lips gently kiss every part of her neck.
“I want you …” It’s a plea, and she shoves her hands in his hair, pulling his head up and fastening her mouth to his. It’s a kiss with intent behind it, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth.
He presses her closer to him, his body basically acting on its own, as he opens his mouth for her. As he does so, he slowly starts to explore every inch of her mouth, pressing her closer and closer as he does so.
She’s humming now with delight, arms entwining around his neck and molding her body to his. One knee, then the other comes up, until she’s straddling his lap, still pressing against him.
He moans softly as his hips move beneath her. Bruce then pulls her a bit closer as he starts to deepen their kiss.
She laughs, a throaty chuckle that turns into a moan as he draws her even closer. Drawing away tantalisingly slowly, she mouths along his cheekbone, whispering, “We can’t get much closer until you take some of that off, Bruce,” between kisses.
He nods and pushes his shirt the rest of the way off, then he reaches up and slowly traces her collarbone, sliding his finger along her shoulder. He then places his other hand gently on the shoulder and pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders and her arms letting the dress settle around her waist. Bruce leans in and slowly places a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down her shoulder and across her collarbone.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers, smoothing fingers into his hair. “What shall I be for you, Bruce?”
It hurt, opening up like that. The Hulk’s anger was raw, sharp edges and hooks, as destructive as the being it powered, but Summer had faced her own rages and she gritted her teeth and held on. One minute … two … the deluge of anger abruptly ended and she staggered back, the fire wavering, then vanishing.
Summer went to her knees, hard, then crumpled over to her side. With the last vestiges of energy, she jerked her shields back up. “Did I stop him?” she tried to say to anyone nearby.
By the time Tony got there, Bruce was shrinking down to his normal size and regaining his normal complexion, so he wasn’t worried about him. But Summer… Tony dropped to a knee beside her.
“He’s Bruce again,” Tony said gently, looking her over for any physical harm done. “You… You all right?”
“There’s a lot — aaaghh — a lot of pain,” she whispered. A muscle in her arm clenched, and her hands trembled. “But I’ll be oka—” A spasm in her back cut off that sentence and pulled her out of her fetal curl. “Take me away from here. Too much input. Please,” she whispered.
Summer said, softly, “I could never think such. You are not such a man. Have I not said so before? I wish I could say, I will cease to love you, but I cannot. God has shaped me so, to love you, for your kindness and your wisdom.” Kneeling again, she seized his hand and kissed it. “You cannot take advantage of the willing heart. And I give you all mine.”
He knelt down beside her and he took her hand, “Please, do not do such things, I do not like to consider myself as a King when I am with you – but you know of such things, you know how the weight of the crown would ruin such things.”
Henry looked down at their hands.
“I do,” Summer sighed. “But surely God does not mean us to — to,” she broke off, unable to find the right words. “My lord, may I … I wish that you would kiss me again … “
He looked at her as she said those words, in slight apprehension and in slight confusion, she knew now that he did not know how to feel about her, and he would not know – but he knew he wished to kiss her again.
Henry touched her face softly, his eyes glancing to her lip but he shook his head.
“I cannot,” he said, “I will not lead you into something that I know not where it shall go.”
“What lead?” Summer asked. “What /lead/, my lord? Am I not already there? What then will you have me do? I cannot leave your city, my lord, for that there is no one to escort me. I cannot stay, seeing you every day.” She pulled away, rising and taking a few strides along the shore. “If there is no hope — and you say there can be none, which I must believe — then I would you did not know. ‘Twould be simpler.”
Whirling, she looked at Henry. “Am I to have no choice at all?”
