Tony’s breaths were shallow and fast as Summer pulled away from the kiss, a million different thoughts fighting for attention in his brain. “Anything for you princess.” Tony laughed rolling his eyes. “You gunna ask me to be your boyfriend or something?”
She breathed a short laugh. “Would you say yes if I did?” Princess. She could get used to that.
“Why me?”
“Why you?” Tony laughed. “I’m starting to think you just want me to shower you with compliments, about how pretty you are.” He planted a kiss on her lips. “Or how funny you are.” Another kiss. “Or how you’re a giant pain in the ass and I love it.” He grinned, looking her in the eyes. “I guess you’d have to formally ask me to see if I’d say yes though,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.
“If this is a game, if you are just playing, I will turn you inside out,” she muttered. She sat up, covering his hands with hers. “Not going to ask,” she said, and leaned her forehead against his. This time, when she kissed him, it was a little hesitant.
“Well why the hell not?” Tony smirked against the kiss. “I took you as the kind of forward thinking woman that didn’t need the man to ask her out.” Tony wanted so badly to get a rise out of her. “Guess I was wrong.” He shrugged.
“I,” she began, “am the kind of woman who doesn’t need a formal commitment.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you so unsure, after all those pretty words, you want a declaration? You’ve admitted a crush on me, after all; I’ve done no such thing.”
“I am the kind of man that would love for a woman to take charge.” Tony said forcing down a laugh. “And I like my commitments formal and defined.” He placed his hands behind his head in a very relaxed fashion. “And I am so confident in my pretty words that I expect a formal invitation into boyfriend-hood by the end of this evening.”
Summer’s expression smoothed, and she looked at him seriously, head tipped to one side and searching his eyes. Then she slid off his lap to kneel on the floor. “Tony Stark, will you go out with me?”