Catching his mouth, Summer kissed Tony hard, swallowing his moans. Now that her initial fear was gone, she could hardly believe how much more she felt; it was fucking overwhelming. “God, Tony, more,” she mumbled into his mouth, trailing kisses down to his neck and shoulders.
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Valentine’s Day
Victor waltzed back into the bathroom and scratched behind Doc’s ears before kissing Summer’s neck. “Anything I can do to help Summer?”
“Bring my dress?” She tilted her head a little bit, then pushed Victor away, smiling. “What did I say about shenanigans? We’ll never get out of here if you keep that up.”
A look of mock indignation came over Victor. “Shenanigans? What shenanigans?” He left the bathroom chuckling and returned with her dress. “I am ready love, so I won’t be the cause if we’re late dear?” he finished with a playful smirk.
“Ooh, someone thinks he’s funny!” She pulled it over her head and wrestled the zipper up, then stalked out to stare at the rack of earrings. It took her a couple minutes to finish up and put on shoes. She turned to Victor. “Do I meet your approval?”
It was easier, now, and weight and gravity pulled them closer together. It did hurt, sharp and shocking, but that was overwhelmed swiftly by the feeling of his hands on her back and the strange pleasure-pain of her body accommodating him. Summer leaned forward, bracing herself either side of his head, and just stared down into his dark eyes, panting a little. She rocked her hips, a little, lifting up and sliding back down, and her pupils blew wide and dark. “Oh, Tony,” she managed to groan.
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
“What is this food fight you are trying to start?” Summer picked up her knife and shook it at him. “Let me see the desserts … ” She flipped through, and her eyes lit. “Oh, they have carrot cake! I /love/ carrot cake. Please, Tony?”
Tony laughed. “Hey, go ahead. Not like we actually have somewhere to be after this.” He glanced over the dessert menu. “Besides, they have tiramisu, so I’ve got nothin’ to complain about.” It was only a few moments later that the server came back to take their dessert orders and bring a couple boxes.
She was half-tempted to hurry through the cake, but at the first bite she closed her eyes and moaned in pure bliss. “Oh my god, this is so very good.” Every single bite, she savored slowly, deliberately swiping a finger through the cream cheese frosting and smearing it on her lips before licking it off.
Valentine’s Day
“I could say the same for you dear.” Victor ducked his head under the water to rinse his hair out then he shook himself before he grabbed a towel for himself and stepped out. He held a towel out for Summer as well while he dried his hair off.
“I,” Summer paused for emphasis, “am hardly distractingly sexy.” She exchanged nose kisses with Doc, perched on the counter, and dried herself for the second time in an hour, before picking up her hairbrush and drawing long strokes through her copper hair.
“I beg to differ darling.” He looked at himself in the mirror as he ruffled his hair with the towel before running his fingers through his hair, spiking it slightly. Victor picked up his watch and put it back on. After that, he went in search of the rest of his clothes which he put on in quick succession.
“Mmmm, begging.” She laughed to herself in the mirror, and Doc perked her ears up at her. “Just being silly, lil Doc.” Quick fingers twined a few braids into the locks around her face, looping them back to hold the rest out of the way.
Victor waltzed back into the bathroom and scratched behind Doc’s ears before kissing Summer’s neck. “Anything I can do to help Summer?”
“Bring my dress?” She tilted her head a little bit, then pushed Victor away, smiling. “What did I say about shenanigans? We’ll never get out of here if you keep that up.”
Tom Hiddleston attends the gala screening of ‘Cloud Atlas’ at The Curzon Mayfair on February 18, 2013 in London, England [HQ]
I’m not sure what it says of me that I gave myself a really bad spell this evening worrying over someone who doesn’t even really seem to give a damn that I care. Then again I’m pretty fucking selfish about my regard for this person, but if friendship isn’t made in shared hobbies then I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m useless and unwanted anyway.
Hey, Summer, you’re not busy or anything at the moment, are you?
No, not really … what do you need, honey?
*shrugs* I got an anon, and you know how bossy they are. I just have to do this. *kisses Summer’s cheek*
*raises a brow and gets an arm around Abby’s waist* Tony never told you how he and I met, did he? I have rules about kisses, you know.
I made these gifs the other day but I don’t remember why.
Um, abs?