*blinks and pauses, smiling gently* Detective Jack Harkness.. and who are you, lovely?
“Summer. Summer Rainault.” Her green eyes look somehow bruised, and there’s no return smile.
“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?”
“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?
are you standing up there
are you watching me fall
waiting for the crash
do you know
how far down this pit goes
i’m putting out my hand
i’m lost in burning sand
i can see everything you do
why are you not falling too
i wait and wait
and wait some more
leave little messages
‘Miss you’
why don’t you ever miss me too
Writhing her shoulders into the pillows, Summer strove to thrust herself harder onto his fingers, aching for greater sensation. Her back bowed in ecstasy. “Humphrey … ” she gasped. “Why must you torment me so? Please, please … ” Clawed fingers striped his back, pulling him upward into a desperate, devouring kiss.
“It’s a mutation. I’m sure you’ve worked with the X-Men before. In short, I was born this way.” Summer gave a twisted smirk. “That’s not all I can do.” Lightly, she projected friendliness at him, then changed it to terror, then dropped the projection altogether in favour of calling a little flame into her cupped hands. “Still curious?”
“Yeah. I did a little wor-” Cut short, the strangest feeling of comfortable ease washed over him, only to be quickly replaced with inexplicable terror. It crawled icily down his spine, but disappeared soon after, as if it never happened. His eyes fell to her cupped hands where she held a small flame. “That’s…impressive,” the scientist said simply. Tony’s brown eyes studied her carefully. “Curious? Why don’t you tell me if I am?” He arched an eyebrow with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, sure, you are, but that does take all the fun out of it.” Her smile nearly matched his. “Very detached curiosity, that. Like I’m a specimen. I don’t think I like that.” Summer’s green eyes held more than a hint of challenge now. “You’ve seen all my flashy tricks, Mr Stark. Anything else you’d like to see?”
A self-obsessed smirk tugged at the corner of the billionaire’s mouth. “What exactly are you implying?” He stared at her with an equally as challenging gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, anything you like. Ask me anything. I know you’re still curious.” Confidently, she stepped within arms’ reach. “Should I be challenging you to take a picture now, Mr Stark?”
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