“I don’t venture into voyeurism. You started it.”
“Talking about how attractive you are. You started it.”
“Right, somehow this is on my plate yet again.”
“I am sweet and harmless and innocent. You are the sexy, dangerous playboy.”
“Dangerous? Hardly.”
“I’ve seen you drive. And flirt. Dangerous.”
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“I may just be a little attractive. Just a little.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “More than a little. Why do you have to be gay.”
“No idea. Not that I mind.”
“….. Now that’s just disturbing.”
“You started it.”
“I don’t venture into voyeurism. You started it.”
“Talking about how attractive you are. You started it.”
“Right, somehow this is on my plate yet again.”
“I am sweet and harmless and innocent. You are the sexy, dangerous playboy.”
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“I may just be a little attractive. Just a little.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “More than a little. Why do you have to be gay.”
“No idea. Not that I mind.”
“….. Now that’s just disturbing.”
“You started it.”
“I don’t venture into voyeurism. You started it.”
“Talking about how attractive you are. You started it.”
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“I may just be a little attractive. Just a little.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “More than a little. Why do you have to be gay.”
“No idea. Not that I mind.”
“….. Now that’s just disturbing.”
“You started it.”
Tony stroked her hand with his thumb, squeezing lightly. “Don’t apologize babe. What happened?” he asked softly, looking down at her.
“You were angry,” she muttered, “and I didn’t shield.” Her whole body ached now. “I was stupid. I was stupid, and wrong, and I’m sorry.” She flushed, embarrassed by the way she’d reacted. “I’ve interrupted your show.”
“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.
“I may just be a little attractive. Just a little.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “More than a little. Why do you have to be gay.”
“No idea. Not that I mind.”
“Mind what? Being gay? I’m just askin’ for a little bisexuality here!”
“Too bad. Don’t swing both ways, pretty.”
“Can I at least /watch/?” She resists the temptation to use her power to force him; she’s supposed to be a hero, but god he’s so gorgeous.
“I may just be a little attractive. Just a little.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “More than a little. Why do you have to be gay.”
“No idea. Not that I mind.”
“Mind what? Being gay? I’m just askin’ for a little bisexuality here!”
“I may just be a little attractive. Just a little.”
Summer rolls her eyes. “More than a little. Why do you have to be gay.”
She blinked at him, confused. “What’s wrong with that?”
Tony looks back at her and quickly jumps off the couch. He wraps his arm around her and carries her back to the couch. “Summer Baby. Deep breaths,” he instructs as he holds her hand.
She can feel his hand on hers, now, and his strength at her back, but it’s too late to take back control of her body — it’s gone until his emotions drain out of her skin. She can’t help thinking that, knowing it’s not quite right, but even her thoughts are chaotic and convulsed right now. She holds on tight to his hand, tears starting in her eyes and teeth gritted, until her body is her own again.
“I’m sorry,” Summer gasped, blinking away the tears. She didn’t let go of his hand, though her grip slackened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see that, I’m so sorry.”
Tony stroked her hand with his thumb, squeezing lightly. “Don’t apologize babe. What happened?” he asked softly, looking down at her.
“You were angry,” she muttered, “and I didn’t shield.” Her whole body ached now. “I was stupid. I was stupid, and wrong, and I’m sorry.” She flushed, embarrassed by the way she’d reacted. “I’ve interrupted your show.”