Loki raised a brow. “Perhaps the better question is if there is aught you seek of this deity, as cert am I that no mere mortal shouldst have the power to aid so lost a wretched soul as I, though if ‘tis some small consolation you might offer name to partner with face, that I might know whom it is to which I speak.”
Summer’s mouth twitched, but she accorded him a slight bow, hand over heart. “My name is Summer. You are … Loki. Yes? The Silver-tongued.”
The entrance doors opened for her, as Jarvis replied, -Mr. Stark is in the garage, Miss Rainault.-
“Arigatou,” she said, hurrying in out of the wind. Rattling down the steps, she paused in the garage doorway, looking around for Tony. “Tony? You wanted me?”
“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.
“Well don’t I feel tall now.” He chuckles as he starts to kiss her neck lightly.
“Oh, you should.” Once again she throws her head back, exposing more of her neck for him. Her hands climb up, abandoning his shirt, to caress his collarbones and the lines of his neck.
He smiles against her neck as he slowly places soft kisses down her neck.
Gentle hands sweep the breadth of his shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping down the outside of his arms. She exhales softly, her body starting to go boneless in his hands. “Bruce …”
“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.
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