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Assassin’s Tango
“I expect there’s a chinese takeout somewhere around here. I’m really craving sweet and sour right now.” She blew out a sigh, rolling her shoulders and rubbing at them with one hand. “I’m going to get a shower while you do that, okay?”
“Alright,” Victor said as he grabbed his leather coat, “enjoy your shower, love.” He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the corner of her mouth before patting himself, checking for his wallet, and heading out the door. First, he wanted to look for something for Summer to wear. There was a small clothing store on his left and he decided to duck into it and see what was all inside. Quickly, and quietly, Victor made his way to the undergarments and lingerie department. Internally, he shook his head at some of the pieces, one of them being what looked like a few scraps of lace held together by a couple of pieces of string. He preferred items like the one Summer had worn one night. Just as he was beginning to suspect that he’d have to look somewhere else he found the perfect item. It was a simple red with black accents, it looked comfortable as well, but there was something distinctly sexy about it.
Without any further hesitation Victor bought the nightgown and headed for the Chinese take out place he could smell down the road.
Once he got to the restaurant he ordered Summer’s sweet and sour chicken and broccoli and beef for himself. After he had their food he made his way back to their room. Due to the fact that his hands were full he opted to ‘knock’ on the door with his shoulder, hoping Summer was somewhere she could hear him.
Victor had been gone longer than she expected. But this was one of those times when having an ereader and keeping it stocked was the best thing ever — she just curled up, wrapped in a towel, and started a new book. So when he finally /did/ get back, the knock on the door nearly startled her back out of the chair. Why didn’t he let himself in? He had the key.
Summer untangled herself from the chair and the towel, wrapping it back around and calling, “Just a minute!” Maybe it was something else. Combat in a towel. Yeah, great. But no, the peephole proved it was Victor, and she opened the door, raising her eyebrows at him. “What took you so long?”
Victor gave her a big smile and shuffled inside the room. Awkwardly, he handed her the bag he’d gotten from the clothes store. “Hope you enjoyed your shower love, an’ I’m sorry it took so long, I couldn’t decide but eventually I did.” He gestured to the bag that was now in her hands with his head and then continued on to the small table in the room to set down their food. “I found a Chinese place an’ got you some sweet an’ sour, like you asked, darling,” Victor turned to her and smirked. “Well? Aren’t you gonna see what I got you?”
Mildly, she asked, “What did you buy?” It was an absurd question; she held the bag. Basic plastic, with the slight weight of clothing pooled in the bottom. Even before she lifted it out, she was sighing, half-pleased, half-bemused, “Oh, Victor.” Then the red fabric unfolded from her grip, and she just blinked.
Blink turned into pleased laughter. “Took me seriously, did you? Thank you very much, Victor darling.” She wasted no time putting it on, letting the towel uncoil from her body while she tugged the red silk over her head, shaking a little to get it settled. Without pausing for admiration, she began to scrabble around in the bag of food, muttering “Chopsticks, chopsticks.”
“Sorry.” Dustin blushed. “I uh grew up down South. As I’m sure ya can tell by the fact I kinda sound like a cowboy.” he chuckled at his own expense. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves (and hopefully his accent) “The one thing my pop taught me before he kicked my sorry ass out was to always….” He paused and blushed again. “Sorry ’bout that pardon my language…. He always taught me to be respectful to the fairer sex.”
She exaggerated her own slight accent a bit as she replied, “We might be kin.” She winked. “Let it be Miss Summer, then, not to outrage your pop.” A couple blocks was quickly walked, even in busy New York City. She paused at the corner across the street from her destination and pointed. “Stark Tower. Come on, before the light changes!”
“Yeah, Mikey’ll be fine right here for a while.” Dustin said, mentally scolding himself for sounding like a cowboy. “I really appreciate this ma’am if there’s ever anythin’ I can do to pay ya back I’ll be glad to do it.” he smiled. “Lead the way Miss Rainault.”
“Oh, god, please stop calling me ma’am and miss. That makes me feel /so/ old.” Summer shoved her hands in her pockets, cocking her head at him. “Professional poor man, huh? Sounds unhappy. You wanna talk about it?”
Dustin suddenly felt kind of stupid. Should he have recognized her? Was she some celebrity? “I…uh. Sorry ’bout not knowin’ who you are miss Rainault.” His southern accent kind of peeking out as it tended to when he got nervous or excited. “So Jarvis ain’t some dude that’s gunna hit me or somthin’?”
“Jarvis hitting you would be a neat trick. Butterfingers might, if I took you down into the workshop, but I doubt we’d even be able to get in.” She laughed, looking up at him. “I’m not like Tony, I don’t expect people to know me. Don’t feel that way about it. If your car’s gonna be okay, we can just walk to the Tower, it’s not far.”
“I don’t know anything of the sort.” Summer stretched, sinews popping. “What I know is last night was extremely nice, and if you stop talking to me I am going to sic Tony on you.” She sat up, hair spilling over her shoulders. “Rhodey, darlin’, I’d not have given in if there was going to be a problem.”
James looked at Summer warily. “Are … you sure? I don’t really want to start any trouble….nor step on any landmines that might be present,” he said with caution. When he heard Summer talking about how their night was special, he calmed down a bit. He held out his hand to hold her cheek. “Alright sweetie…” Rhodey said with a smile. “So…should we go for round two…or should I make breakfast?”
“I’m quite sure.” She curled her hand over his, smiling. “Empath. I know these things. I’m also quite sure breakfast should come before any further exertions.”
James crept under the covers, his hands sliding slowly up from ankles and slowly up Summer’s thighs. He blew air in between her inner thighs as his hands crept up lagging behind, tracing her skin slowly from the base of her back. “Well..before I make yours…you wouldn’t mind If I help myself to my own breakfast of champions?” he said with a smirk as he delicately placed her legs on his shoulders before getting closer to her lower lips.
“Rhodey, that is — mmmh — cheating. Very much — ” Words abandoned her in the midst of the sentence. Tingles crawled her spine at the touch of his mouth, and her fingers clawed into the covers.
“No allergies that I’m aware of.” Dustin grinned, reaching into his car to pull out a couple bars of chocolate handing one to her. “Dustin Winters. Professional poor guy.” he said with a lopsided smile. “And you are? And Jarvis is?” He asked curiously.
“Keep those for a rainy day, Dustin,” she told him. The corners of her mouth quivered in a suppressed smile. “I suppose I can’t expect to be recognised on the street yet. I’m Summer. Summer Rainault. Jarvis is … well, Jarvis is the most advanced AI in the world.”
You love Rhodey admit it! XD
NEVAARRRRRRRR!
