Tony grinned and wrapped his arms around Summer. “You know I do, Summer-sweetness.” He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead. His hands quickly found his way to her back. They kept traveling down her body until they were loosely wrapped around the small of her back.
Just for effect, Summer snapped her fingers, dropping the broadcast. “Bit less now, yes?” She looked up into his eyes, smiling, a little crooked. “Or would fear be more persuasive?”
“Only a bit less.” Tony grinned pulling her into a deep kiss, his hands still wrapped around her back. “A good portion of me still wants to stand here and make out with you for the next four hours.” He smirked.
“I like that idea,” she murmured. “So, it doesn’t bother you? What I can do?”