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?”