That drew a laugh from Summer; a bit strangled, but a laugh nonetheless. Rather than put her hair back up, she flopped down on the couch and yanked it all over the top of her head to tumble to the floor. Even that small stretch made sinews crackle in her shoulders, and she groaned a bit. “I’m trying to remember to ask,” she commented into the cushions. “How’m I doing?”
“Just fine,” Tony assured her, sitting on the arm of the couch, and then sliding forward so he was kneeling over the backs of her legs. He settled his hands on her shoulders, and began to work them. He waited until she was comfortable before wheedling, “Soooo…what’d you get me?” in as comically innocent a tone as he could manage.
Just the warmth and nearness of him was relaxing. Tony could be arrogant, introverted, and confusingly hard to understand sometimes, but sometimes he was exactly what Summer needed. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out, trying not to squeak under his hands. She sniggered into the cushions when he started coaxing, though. “Something I know you’ll like,” she said, unhelpfully. “You are a hard man to buy for.”