iamthefirechild said:
She undid more buttons, fingers sliding around the arc, eyes hazy. “You don’t know what it feels like, having your desire literally feeding mine.” She shuddered, rocking hips against his. “Tony, my Tony …”
It was a strange change, when he didn’t even react to her hands around the reactor. “What’s it like, then?” he asked. His hips pressed forwards and upwards. He rolled his shoulders, shirt slipping off them and sliding down his arms. His fingers skirted down her neck, along her clavicles, down her sides to settle on her hips to pull her closer.
Summer laid herself along his chest, one hand lifting to free her hair from its clip to spill over their bodies. “Everything is twice as powerful,” she said, nosing at his collarbone. “That … sensitivity of touch, so rapid … ahh. Sometimes you don’t even have to touch me.” She shifted to lick at a nipple. “Words don’t work.”