“So uh…” Tony began. “You’re gunna have to tell me how far you wanna go with this.” He gave a nervous laugh. “I mean I’m not gunna lie, I’m kinda scared of you and I have no doubt that if I did something you didn’t like you wouldn’t hesitate to kick me in the balls,” he said, only half joking.
Summer leaned back, a little startled, to look at him. A flash of hurt showed in her face. “I don’t think I would do that right away!” She bit her lip, flushed from kisses, and avoided his eyes. “I’m, um, I’m a virgin, Tony,” she whispered, clearly a little embarrassed. “So … I guess … if it’s a problem, I’ll tell you to stop.”
Tony groaned, seeing the hurt look on Summer’s face. “I mean scared of you in a good way,” he tried. “I mean like I want to stay off your ‘to kill list’,” he explained. “That’s not helping is it?” He sighed. “Look. I just want you to be comfortable with what we do. I can wait for….” he gestured wildly with his hand. “Whatever.” He looked up to Summer and smiled. “Does that make me seem any less of an asshole?”
The embarrassment broke with a sheepish laugh. “I’m not a nice person, but I’m not gonna kill you for,” she flourished her hand, in turn, “whatever. Just listen if I say stop, and we’re good.” Her green eyes flickered back to him, and she looked curious. “Did you have … something you wanted … now?”
“Well as a normal guy I’d never turn anything down.” Tony laughed. “But I think for now I just kinda like this,” he said pulling her in closer. “I’m not completely obsessed with sex ya know.”
“No~o, of course not,” she teased. Summer cuddled in as close as she could, tucking her head under his chin, relishing the simple warmth that came of being held. “I like this too,” she whispered. She stroked her fingers through his hair, listening to his heartbeat, easy and relaxed.
“You’re warm.” Tony smiled, resting his head on top of her head. “Oh my god I get it now,” he said with wide eyes. “Your name is Summer because you’re warm.” He said it in a voice that made it sound like it had been obvious from day one.
“Oh my god, you crazy man,” Summer laughed. “I told you why my name is Summer. Do I have to introduce you to my twin for you to believe me?” She poked him in the side. ‘Was now the time to tell him?’ she wondered. She’d looked up Ironman; he might be able to keep her secret. “There is another thing related to that,” she said slowly.