Summer pouted at him. “It’s Christmas, we can’t just /go/? Oh, well,” she surrendered, “maybe another time.” She squeezed his hands, sat back and folded her legs lotus style. “It’s controlled by wearing it. When you wear it, you have wings. The first time you put it on, the magic is activated, and it runs out in twelve days, whether or not you wear it between,” she explained. “I suppose you could wait to use it.” She glanced away, smiling a little. “I only thought you would want to right away.”
“Sorry, no,” Tony replied dryly, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. He held the medallion up in front of himself, admiring it for a few moments before tucking it into his pocket, a portion of the chain hanging out. “As much as I’d love to go for a fly right now, I think I’ll hold off on it for a little while. We can go flying when it’s a bit less…winter,” he decided, casting another glance at the window. Fingers under her chin, he drew her in for another kiss. “Thank you.”
She would have said “You’re welcome,” but her mouth was a little busy. So instead she deepened the intensity of the kiss, threading both hands into his hair. She could barely breathe for leaning so far forward and it didn’t matter, because the sense of his happiness was better than air. She didn’t need a Christmas present, she thought, because this, his words, was far more than gift enough.