Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

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“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?”

“Easy is boring,” Tony said, matter-of-factly.  He pulled his arms down again, so he could lean up on his elbows.  “I dunno, I’m feeling pretty excitable tonight,” he said, fidgeting around on the bed even more than usual as he said it.  “You might have to tie me up.”

“Hmmm.” She slipped out of her shoes, padding barefoot over to the closet.  ”Perhaps we should start keeping rope on hand for these kinds of moments.” She slid her fingers over several of his ties, looking thoughtful, then pulled one off the rack and walked back, hips swaying.

“I’ll add it to the shopping list,” Tony replied, watching her course across the room.  “You hear that, Jarvis?” he said, head briefly tipped back towards the ceiling.  As expected, the house did not answer.  His eyebrows rose as she selected a tie, and he grinned as she made her way back.  “Gettin’ any interesting ideas?”

Summer grinned. “I’m curious what ‘excitable’ means. And I’m curious how obedient you’re feeling right now.” She climbed back onto the bed, stretching herself out along the length of his body. Delicately, she traced the scars and marks on his torso, fingertips slipping ever downward, occasionally bending to kiss or lick a particular point.