Tony pulled away from the kiss with a crooked smile. “You know Summer? I think you’re a pretty damn special lady,” he said softly as he ran his hands through her hair.
“Flatterer,” Summer whispered. Her eyes slid closed at the feel of his hands in her hair. “That’s /so/ nice.” Shyly, she sneaked her fingertips under the edge of his shirt, tracing idle patterns onto his skin.
“Summer, is this your not so subtle way of asking me to take my shirt off?” He grinned looking down at her. “If that’s what you wanted all you had to do was ask.”
“Hmm? ‘m just cuddling, Tony.” Her stomach growled. “Um.”
“Right.” Tony grinned. “Just cuddling.” He looked down at her and smiled hearing her stomach grumble. “Where the hell is that pizza guy?” he laughed, running his hand through her hair.
As if on cue, the doorbell finally rang. Reluctantly, Summer pulled away from Tony. “We’ll make him go away quick.” She reached out for his wrist, hesitated, and grabbed his arm. “Come on, pizza, movie, dim lights, cuddling.”