“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
His back arched a little at the sudden cold of the soap before he relaxed again. “Ah, yeah, believe it or not, I tend to forget myself when it comes to survival situations like that, the training has been drilled in pretty far I guess.” Victor turned around for a moment to place a kiss on her nose and begin to wash her with some soap as well. “You are most definitely right, I would miss you far too much.”
“Better find a populated island — oh, wait! We are on one.” Summer grinned. “Oy, hey! I was just going to rinse off … “
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
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“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
He chuckled a bit, “That’s because it always is fantastic dear.” Victor gave her a kiss then nodded, “That’s probably a good idea, we still have a little bit before we have to leave for the show.” He got up and headed for the bathroom to start the shower so that it would be warm for them. He peeked out of the bathroom and smirked at her, “I’ll behave if you promise to love.”
Summer laughed, pinning her hair back up atop her head. “I /always/ behave. What is this nonsense? I am a perfect angel.” Peeling back out of the dress, she sauntered into the bathroom, one hand playing with the necklace.
Victor chuckled, “Sure love,” then he took his watch off and set it on the sink top before turning to look at Summer. “So you like the necklace then?” He gave her another peck on the lips then stepped inside the shower.
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.
His hands on either side of her head braced him as he pounded into her. His breath came in ragged pants until finally, with a sharp grunt he climaxed. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he half lurched forward and brought their chests flush against each other. He gave a full body shudder and half collapsed.
The weight of Victor’s body squeezed a laugh out of her. “Victor, darling,” Summer murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. “You’re heavy, love.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
He chuckled a bit, “That’s because it always is fantastic dear.” Victor gave her a kiss then nodded, “That’s probably a good idea, we still have a little bit before we have to leave for the show.” He got up and headed for the bathroom to start the shower so that it would be warm for them. He peeked out of the bathroom and smirked at her, “I’ll behave if you promise to love.”
Summer laughed, pinning her hair back up atop her head. “I /always/ behave. What is this nonsense? I am a perfect angel.” Peeling back out of the dress, she sauntered into the bathroom, one hand playing with the necklace.
“My mom does,” Summer replied. “Always has. Mineral. That rules out a car. Might be computer parts, or a movie … ” She deliberately avoided what it clearly was, once he’d used the word ‘gaudy’, and pretended to ponder while she ate another bite. “Maybe it’s a Stark tablet with all my favourite books on it?”
“Could be a pack of Hot Wheels, you never know,” Tony replied, snickering slightly. He pointed his fork at her. “I’m not tellin’ you. Even if you manage to guess correctly.” Granted, there were a limited number of things it would be, at this point. But that was irrelevant; he just wanted to get on her nerves by now. That was always entertaining.
She riposted immediately, “I could go for Hot Wheels; there’s all that glorious flat space in the workshop to run them on. Or, you know, a really nice RC car.” She grinned. “Of course you’re not going to tell me! And I’m not going to give my real guesses, either.” Deliberately childish, she stuck out her tongue, then put another piece of duck on it. “Tony, this is really good.”
Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
“Who the fuck is Carrie?” Tony asked stupidly. “I have never in my life been with a girl named Carrie.” Tony was completely and utterly in the dark. “I don’t think I even know anyone named Carrie.”
“It’s a movie. And a book. A couple movies. I was thinking of the sequel one, where the boys play a game of screwing girls and bragging about it after.” Summer rested her head on his shoulder, one hand groping for his. “The closest I’ve ever come to sex was being fingered. I’m just … I don’t … “
“Of course I’m gunna brag about it,” Tony laughed, rolling his eyes. “But not to my friends. Just to you. You think I’m gunna let you forget this ever?” He chuckled, giving Summer a gentle kiss. “Good to know you still think I’m that much of an asshole though.”
She whacked him. A rush of feeling, complex and tangled, drove energy through her bones, and she sat up, climbed off his lap, and grabbed his hand. “Not on the couch. I want a bed, a proper bed, and more kisses.”
All she could do was cry out under him, clinging and gladly helpless. It was almost painful, so sensitive was she, but an oddly desirable pain, like the scrape of nails into one’s skin. “Over,” she hissed, body starting to tremble.
His hands on either side of her head braced him as he pounded into her. His breath came in ragged pants until finally, with a sharp grunt he climaxed. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he half lurched forward and brought their chests flush against each other. He gave a full body shudder and half collapsed.
The weight of Victor’s body squeezed a laugh out of her. “Victor, darling,” Summer murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair. “You’re heavy, love.”
His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
