“Of course you don’t,” Tony said, foregoing the glasses and carrying the bottle over to the couch. He took a big bite of his pizza before taking a sip of the wine. “You know, I think I like this arrangement: sex and then pizza and wine. Can we do this like all the time or am I gunna have to take you out and all that stuff?”
Curling up on the couch like a cat, she rested her head in his lap, looking up. “I don’t know about taking me out … more like, come out with me. After all, Star Trek 2 is coming out soon, don’t you want to go see it? And maybe for special days we can have a real date.” She pondered, idly nibbling at a fingernail.
“I guess that’d be fun,” Tony said, with a smile, stroking her hair with his free hand as he used his other to raise his pizza to his mouth. “What kind of special days are we talking about?” He laughed. “You might make me actually start caring about holidays.”
“Exam days, Valentine’s Day, birthdays … you know, like that.” She made a pleased sigh, snuggling her face up against him and drowsing. “Love you,” she whispered.