“Mmm, a hint.” She chuckled, eyes sliding half-closed. “I can hear you pouting, love. Okay. It’s a small thing that becomes a big thing, and if you are very sweet to me I will let you have it tonight.” She thought of his delight when he had been given wings before, and the things she had said to the demon she’d coerced, and of all the pain of the last weeks, and hoped very much that her gift would help, even if it wouldn’t last. “And now you should give me a hint.”
“How can you hear pouting?” he asked, irrelevant though that was. He pondered over the hint for a moment, thumbs pressing against her spine, though he leaned away somewhat when she got to her question, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I haven’t exactly gone Christmas shopping,” he admitted, as he slid his hands down to the small of her back and began working back up.
“I don’t mind if we go shopping or whatever after the holiday … ” Summer murmured, “You’ve been a bit busy lately, I know, with all the … ” She flourished a hand vaguely. “Mmm, just there, please,” as he hit a particular spot. Her whole body felt relaxed, drifting under Tony’s hands. “I’ll take anything you want to give,” she sighed, starting to roll over.
Tony obediently dug his hands into Summer’s back, though he pulled his hands away to let her turn over. Once she had, he finally lowered so he was straddling her legs, rather than kneeling. “Then I’ll have to think of something,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her once, briefly. “Now, how sweet do I have to be to get it early?”
“Mmmm, I don’t know.” Summer smiled lazily. “I don’t want you to use it up too fast. More kisses than that, though, definitely.” Some things, she found, were still hard to come out and ask for, although she suspected that was due more to her than him. “I expect if you ask me again after you’ve reduced me to twitching and moaning you’ll have better luck,” she said, hedging around what she wanted right now carefully.