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“If you quote Monty Python at me I promise I will throw you out of here.” Tony warned with a laugh. He placed a soft kiss on her nose and smiled. “I’m hungry again. Is there any pizza left?”

“I think so. Shall I fetch you some, Mr Irresistible?” Carefully she untangled herself from him, wobbling a little when she stood up. “I’ll refrain from quoting Monty Python for the moment. Though there’s a strong temptation … “ 

“If you get me pizza right after sex I might just fall in love with you right here.” Tony laughed lifting himself off the bed. He lightly kissed Summer before walking back into the living room. He grabbed a piece of pizza and walked into the kitchen holding it in his mouth. “Wine?” he asked, pulling out a bottle. 

Summer shook her head. “I don’t drink.” She lifted her eyebrows. “I offer to get that pizza for you, you know.” She wanted to laugh. All that talk about how he was going to win, and he didn’t even notice when he did. Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she went looking for her shirt.

“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.