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Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
“My darling nightlight,” Summer purred, “nothing with you is easy.” She eased off the bed, shaking her hair out, and smiled over her shoulder. “Are you going to stay there and watch, or must I tie you up?”
“Easy is boring,” Tony said, matter-of-factly. He pulled his arms down again, so he could lean up on his elbows. “I dunno, I’m feeling pretty excitable tonight,” he said, fidgeting around on the bed even more than usual as he said it. “You might have to tie me up.”
“Hmmm.” She slipped out of her shoes, padding barefoot over to the closet. “Perhaps we should start keeping rope on hand for these kinds of moments.” She slid her fingers over several of his ties, looking thoughtful, then pulled one off the rack and walked back, hips swaying.
“Maybe you should try to relax more often,” Tony suggested, kissing the back of her neck lightly. “Have you tried yoga? Or booze? Seriously there’s nothing a beer can’t fix.”
“Don’t do that,” she muttered. “I tried getting drunk in Cozumel, and not only did I not get drunk, I could hear /everyone’s/ feelings.” Summer shuddered, convulsively. “It was the most awful thing ever. I /try/ to relax. It was just such a horrible day, and I just — and then you — pleh.”
“Hey I told you I wanted to watch hoarders.” Tony laughed and grabbed her hand. “Whatever you feel like you need to do to make yourself not all broken or whatever, I’ll do what I can to help.”
Summer shook her head, looking up at him. “That’s why I put up with you. Because you say things like that, and I just … I love you.”
“Besides the fact that you’re somehow patient enough to put up with my shit?” Tony smirked and wrapped his arms around her.
Summer breathed out a soft laugh. “Yes, besides that. That — thing. That just happened. It happens more often lately. And I … remember how I lit the candle? When I got your text,” she paused, chewing on her lip, “I made fire. There’s a burn mark where I was sitting. I didn’t even think about it; it was just /there/.” She turned her face into his shirt and mumbled, “I don’t know what’s happening to me. And I don’t know how to find out, either.”
“Maybe you should try to relax more often,” Tony suggested, kissing the back of her neck lightly. “Have you tried yoga? Or booze? Seriously there’s nothing a beer can’t fix.”
“Don’t do that,” she muttered. “I tried getting drunk in Cozumel, and not only did I not get drunk, I could hear /everyone’s/ feelings.” Summer shuddered, convulsively. “It was the most awful thing ever. I /try/ to relax. It was just such a horrible day, and I just — and then you — pleh.”
“If you’ll remember correctly, you were trying to interrupt my show anyway.” Tony smirked, pulling her onto his lap. “I just wish you could understand the beautiful piece of television history that is hoarders.”
Summer bit her lip, abashed. “Yes, but you told me to stop. I just … ” She shuddered. “That level of mess just disturbs me. I’d far rather watch Mythbusters, or Top Gear. Or if there must be mess, let it be sensical — explosions, punkin chunkin. Something like that.” She cuddled her head into his shoulder. “I think there’s something wrong with me, Tony,” she whispered.
“Besides the fact that you’re somehow patient enough to put up with my shit?” Tony smirked and wrapped his arms around her.
Summer breathed out a soft laugh. “Yes, besides that. That — thing. That just happened. It happens more often lately. And I … remember how I lit the candle? When I got your text,” she paused, chewing on her lip, “I made fire. There’s a burn mark where I was sitting. I didn’t even think about it; it was just /there/.” She turned her face into his shirt and mumbled, “I don’t know what’s happening to me. And I don’t know how to find out, either.”
Assassin’s Tango
“You’re making it up as you go along.” She followed him out, twining her hair up into a bun and loosening the straps on her cuirasse. Silently, she settled herself into the car, fingers tensing and flexing on her knees. This would be different than her usual work — probably more combat, and definitely facing an enemy she didn’t know much about. With a little luck, though, her talents would give Victor an edge and wind things up very quickly.
Victor shrugged as he sat down in the driver’s seat. “I’m only making the getting there up as I go. I have the actual battle plan in mind, I jus’ want t’ see the terrain first.”
The drive, as promised, was short and soon they were face to face with a man who seemed to be in his mid-forties. “Hey Jim,” Victor greeted the man somewhat warmly, “we need t’ catch a ride. I have the coordinates but it’s a day’s drive off an’ we need to get there quickly.” Jim chuckled and shook his head as he said his hellos and told Victor that he could actually take them out now as he was planning on going out for a ‘joy ride’.
Victor clasped Jim’s forearm and thanked him as they boarded the plane. The actual flight was fairly short, going for no more than 3 hours. Victor had Jim land at one of the smaller airports in the area and thanked him once more as they got off.
As Victor looked around he saw that the village they were in was perhaps the most populated place in the area with a population of 5000. He also noticed that a majority of the population seemed to be werewolves, they were definitely in the right place. Victor turned to Summer, “Do you want to set up camp a little ways away or get a hotel here? I want at least a day to scope the area and run over the plan together.”
“There’s no point in camping out. We might as well have a comfortable bed.” Summer winked slowly at Victor, arms folded as she gazed around. It was … almost eerily familiar. Small town businesses with faded signs, streetlight posts with seasonal decorations between carefully trimmed trees. The hotel was clearly a renovated old house, lovingly kept up.
It was hard to believe they were there to hunt a vampire.
Victor smiled, “Good point there.” He said as he headed towards the hotel. When they got inside he smiled to the person behind the desk, ” ‘Ello, one room, queen size bed?”
“Sure, we’ve got a few open rooms, here’s a key.” The receptionist smiled as Victor took the key and headed up the stairs. The room was the 3rd on the right, quickly, Victor put the key in the lock and opened the door, leading the way into a fairly nice hotel room. There was a queen size bed and a tv hung in a corner. The bathroom was normal sized and the shower fairly big. “Well, not bad at all I think,” Victor said as he turned to Summer.
“It’s a hotel room,” she shrugged. “I just figured walls would muffle your moaning better.” Deftly, she unbuckled her cuirasse, dropping it on the floor and stretching out her arms, then going to work on the rest of the armour pieces. “You know I didn’t bring any clothes or anything, right?”
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
Tony groaned quietly as he kissed her again, and he grinned as the kiss broke. “Not feelin’ up to trying it out here?” he teased, as he slid his hand down her back once more. He cupped his hands under her thighs again, to disentangle her legs and set her down. “If you insist.” Her feet were only on the floor long enough for Tony to scoop her up bridal style and carry her into the bedroom. He set her down on the edge of the bed, shrugged his shirt off, and leaned down to kiss her, one knee on the edge of the bed as he pushed her back.
Summer giggled, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait, wait, Tony, my hair … ow.” She rolled over, trying to pull her hair out from underneath, and piled it on top of her head, then sat up to wrap her arms around his neck. “How,” she purred, “am I supposed to tie you up out there?”
Tony chuckled and ducked out from under her arms, so he could fall to the side onto the mattress and roll onto his back. “What, you want me to make it easy?” Bringing his arms over his head, he stretched, back arching away from the bed for a moment. “There,” he said, entirely innocent, arms still over his head. “How ‘bout now?”
“My darling nightlight,” Summer purred, “nothing with you is easy.” She eased off the bed, shaking her hair out, and smiled over her shoulder. “Are you going to stay there and watch, or must I tie you up?”