“Well, then, stop insinuating Jarvis and I have anything to be jealous of,” she teased. “It would be miserable if — ” Summer stopped short, suddenly thinking of Dummy, then continued, “if he didn’t like me.” Dinner arrived then, and she fell silent, feeling overwhelmed once again by the high class of the restaurant. When the server had gone, she reached a hand across the table to Tony. “Thank you, Tony. I love you.”
“I’d never insinuate anything,” he replied, still playing at over the top innocence. “I’m wounded at the accusation.” The server’s arrival was well timed, before any topics that were too sensitive were brought up. “It’s not a problem.” He offered a lopsided smile and took her hand when she reached for his. “Love you, too, Sunshine.”
Summer ducked her head, smiling a smile of perfect happiness, before letting his hand go and bending to dinner. After a little bit, she looked back up at Tony. “Thank you for dinner, too. For a first date, this is … I just … thank you.” A gleam of mischief entered her gaze again. “Did you have anything else planned for tonight? There are a few things I can think of to do … ”
Summer couldn’t help but laugh. It might only be Tony’s body and not Tony’s self, but the wit was so close. Shaking her head, she gave up projective empathy and studied him for a long moment. “If fear is nice, does that make happiness or love bad?” One hand fished in the pockets of her trenchcoat, and she tried slipping somehow under the demon’s mind to find Tony.
Anthony rolled his eyes. “Not at all. Emotions aren’t magnets, you simpleton. There aren’t opposite ends that repel each other. They all mix and commingle in innumerable ways. One would think you would know that better than a little ol’ demon.” He quirked his head to the side, one eyebrow raised as he tracked the movement of her hand. “What are you hoping to get out of this?”
“I want Tony.” She ignored his insult; everything he said was true, and she did know it. He’d answered her question well enough. “It’s really that simple. You don’t belong here. Even if he’s not /my/ Tony, there are people who love him, and miss him.” Summer straightened her shoulders. With a quick motion, she hurled a mason jarful of holy water full in his face. “Go home, and leave us be.”
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.
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.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.
“That’s why I didn’t feel a bra,” Tony smirked, as he started rubbing her back again. “You’re awesome,” he said with a big grin. He took his hands from her back and put them onto her hips. “So you gunna get these boxers off me or am I gunna have to do that myself?”
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.
“That’s why I didn’t feel a bra,” Tony smirked, as he started rubbing her back again. “You’re awesome,” he said with a big grin. He took his hands from her back and put them onto her hips. “So you gunna get these boxers off me or am I gunna have to do that myself?”
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.
She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.
Tony shuddered as Summer ran her warm fingers over his hips. He put his hands around her and gently moved them up and down. “You know Summer, if you keep that up there might end up being a bit of a comeuppance in my boxers.” He grinned. “Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure.”
Skin-to-skin against him, she only nodded, lips a little parted and still flushed from his kisses. Delicately, she brushed her lips against his shoulder, barely touching as she kissed. A shiver traced her spine under his hands, and she closed her eyes against it, lashes and fallen hair sweeping over the place she’d kissed.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.
Tony did as he was told and walked on his knees towards her. He unbuttoned jeans and slowly slid them down. He smiled as he pressed kisses to her now exposed stomach.
Summer’s skin twitched under his mouth, a little ticklish and a lot sensitive. “That’s good, oh,” she moaned. Rosy spots burned high on her cheekbones, matching the growing burn in her bones. “Please, Tony, will you … please. I want you. Want you to touch me.” The last words were mumbled, tone of command utterly lost.
Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.
She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.
Tony shuddered as Summer ran her warm fingers over his hips. He put his hands around her and gently moved them up and down. “You know Summer, if you keep that up there might end up being a bit of a comeuppance in my boxers.” He grinned. “Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure.”
Skin-to-skin against him, she only nodded, lips a little parted and still flushed from his kisses. Delicately, she brushed her lips against his shoulder, barely touching as she kissed. A shiver traced her spine under his hands, and she closed her eyes against it, lashes and fallen hair sweeping over the place she’d kissed.
She lay flat beneath him, hair spread out all around her head. “Your voice is a sin and a temptation,” she told him, rolling her head back to expose her throat.
Victor began kissing her throat, ”Je le veux lécher le crème de ta framboise et veux te baiser dur et te fais jouis.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, his tongue flicking out occasionally. A growl spilled out from his throat and one of his hands framed the right side of her neck.
“I could wish I spoke French, but then I might be scandalised by your language.” The flowing syllables drowned her in rhythm. One hand crept up to clasp his wrist at her throat, not to prevent but to caress. “Ah, Victor,” Summer moaned.
He smirked, “It essentially means I want to lap you up and fuck you till you come for me. However, I’d hate for you to have to get out of the dress and take a shower again later.” His smirk turned into an almost evil grin as his hair fell forward a bit and framed his face. He moved his mouth from near her ear and began mouthing her neck and shoulder.
“I could,” she panted, “pull the skirt up … gods, Victor!” She groaned, pitifully, writhing under his touch.
Eager and skilled hands reached down to the hem of the skirt which had ridden up a bit and yanked it up towards her abdomen. He moved so that he was laying on his stomach with his head poised between her legs then without much hesitation he brought his mouth down to her and began to pleasure her with his tongue.
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.
