“Your happiness. I want you to be free from that thing.” She frowned, easing up off the ground. “What’s wrong with your hand? Let me see it.” Again she reached out, slowly. “Come on.” Like coaxing a wild animal.
His voice dropped into the most patronizingly sugary tone he could manage as he asked, “Are we going to keep talking like kindergarten teachers, or is this a short lived game?” His arm stayed against his chest and he snorted. “I’d prefer if you didn’t touch me.”
“Stop acting the fool and I’ll stop treating you as one.” One hand seized his elbow, and then it was as if she was falling, or the world went away; there was an unpleasant roiling in her gut.
Summer blinked, shaking her head hard. “What the fuck. Just happened.” She could see Tony, hand still clutched close to his chest, and the reactor seeming to flicker in and out of view. And nothing else. All around stretched greyness, filled with dim and sourceless light. She turned, slowly.
Startlement overset her into the ground. She stared upward, eyes fixed on the knife. “You don’t want to do that, Tony. Put the knife down.” Purposely, she stayed down, letting him tower over her. “You’ve been possessed by a demon. It’s gone now. You’re free.”
Tony laughed, sharp and bitter and harsh. “No, you don’t say!” he barked out. “That whole genius thing? Yeah, it’s still a thing.” He fell quiet then, as he turned his eyes towards the ground, blinking rapidly a few times and muttering a quiet, indistinct, “it’s so fucking bright out here,” to himself.
“Don’t be any more of a dick than you have to be,” Summer snapped. “Put the knife away.” A singing tension pervaded her body, winding muscles tight. This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. She had helped him, hadn’t she? Nobody /wanted/ to be at the utter mercy of that kind of darkness.
Seeming distracted more than anything, he flipped the knife shut and closed it in his fist, which he brought up to massage one temple. All the while, his left arm was kept close to his chest, the hand fixed in a near immobile claw. His tension bled away slowly, until he was simply hunched and tired and almost small, in a way. He slid her a weary glance from under his brows. “What do you want?”
“Your happiness. I want you to be free from that thing.” She frowned, easing up off the ground. “What’s wrong with your hand? Let me see it.” Again she reached out, slowly. “Come on.” Like coaxing a wild animal.
“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
He hummed appreciatively when she went to taste herself on his lips then let out a moan as his still clothed cock rubbed against her thigh. “Christ,” he muttered as his whole body shuddered. His eyes glittered a dark warm brown at her words, loving the way the words rolled off of her tongue.
Summer whispered, “What is it, darling? Do you need a turn?” She laughed, low in her throat, eyes half-lidded and still hazy. “So thoughtful, so good, wonderful darling Victor.” So she was a little drunk on his emotions. “Je’t amie, aishiteru, te amo, love you, love you, love you.”
He nodded, words escaping him as his hips ground against her’s, involuntarily seeking friction. Instead of telling her he loved her he pushed all of his love towards her. “Fuck, darling, I’m going to make a mess of my pants soon,” he murmured while he mouthed her throat.
“Come to me, come into — oh — ” Words dissolved under his projection, pulling another climax from her overwrought nerves. She pressed up against him, head thrown back. “Need you,” she managed. “Please.”
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
Startlement overset her into the ground. She stared upward, eyes fixed on the knife. “You don’t want to do that, Tony. Put the knife down.” Purposely, she stayed down, letting him tower over her. “You’ve been possessed by a demon. It’s gone now. You’re free.”
Tony laughed, sharp and bitter and harsh. “No, you don’t say!” he barked out. “That whole genius thing? Yeah, it’s still a thing.” He fell quiet then, as he turned his eyes towards the ground, blinking rapidly a few times and muttering a quiet, indistinct, “it’s so fucking bright out here,” to himself.
“Don’t be any more of a dick than you have to be,” Summer snapped. “Put the knife away.” A singing tension pervaded her body, winding muscles tight. This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. She had helped him, hadn’t she? Nobody /wanted/ to be at the utter mercy of that kind of darkness.
He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”
“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
He hummed appreciatively when she went to taste herself on his lips then let out a moan as his still clothed cock rubbed against her thigh. “Christ,” he muttered as his whole body shuddered. His eyes glittered a dark warm brown at her words, loving the way the words rolled off of her tongue.
Summer whispered, “What is it, darling? Do you need a turn?” She laughed, low in her throat, eyes half-lidded and still hazy. “So thoughtful, so good, wonderful darling Victor.” So she was a little drunk on his emotions. “Je’t amie, aishiteru, te amo, love you, love you, love you.”
“So I should hurry?” she laughed, putting a cranberry in her mouth. “It’s too good to hurry, though … ” She closed her eyes for a long moment, focusing all her attention on the taste. “Just a hint?” Summer peeked, opening one eye at Tony.
Tony clicked his tongue and wagged the end of his fork at her in mild admonishment. “Nope. Patience, Sunshine. You’ll get it soon enough.” He smirked. “It’s not like I’m telling you you’ve gotta wait ‘til Christmas or something. Besides, hurrying would be a disservice to good food.”
Over a forkful of veggies, she told him, “I don’t think you’ve /ever/ given me a present before. Not even Christmas. I’m not complaining, mind.” She contemplated him, unwilling to give up the topic this time. “So what might it be? Animal, vegetable, or mineral? Is it bigger than a breadbox?”
Mindlessly, Summer wailed, thrusting her hips up. Even she hadn’t realised how much dirty talk in a foreign tongue would excite her. Broken pleading spilled from her mouth, tangled with moans and flailing hands.
Victor took her broken pleading as encouragement and flicked his tongue faster, adding two fingers right away. If he had known how she would react to him talking dirty to her in French, he would have done it ages ago. The pace he set was harsh and teasing then harsh again.
She thrust in rhythm with his fingers, crying out incoherently. For long minutes she hung poised on the edge, ecstasy sliding along every nerve, hands clinging to anything within reach, until she shouted his name, climax locking every muscle.
He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”
“Well, I try, love,” Victor replied as he climbed back up to her so that he was hovering slightly to the her right side. “Yes dear?”
Rather than answer, she kissed the taste of herself off his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him down. “Je’t amie,” she whispered, green eyes dark with pleasure.
Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
Tony’s kiss eased away some of her fear. Summer closed her eyes, not breaking away from kissing him, and carefully slid herself back into his lap. She had to stop, breathing shallowly, kneeling over him, warmth trapped between them. “Tony?” Her voice trembled.
Mindlessly, Summer wailed, thrusting her hips up. Even she hadn’t realised how much dirty talk in a foreign tongue would excite her. Broken pleading spilled from her mouth, tangled with moans and flailing hands.
Victor took her broken pleading as encouragement and flicked his tongue faster, adding two fingers right away. If he had known how she would react to him talking dirty to her in French, he would have done it ages ago. The pace he set was harsh and teasing then harsh again.
She thrust in rhythm with his fingers, crying out incoherently. For long minutes she hung poised on the edge, ecstasy sliding along every nerve, hands clinging to anything within reach, until she shouted his name, climax locking every muscle.
He trailed his fingers lovingly back and forth along her thighs as she came, slowing his pace while they rode out her climax. A soft sigh drifted across his lips and he looked up at her from between her legs, satisfied yet needy, his own arousal growing to be almost painful. “You alright there love?”
“Mmmm,” Summer purred, smiling lazily. “You are so good to me, Victor.” She reached out her hands to him. “Come here.”