the-stark-knight-rises:

iamthefirechild:

the-stark-knight-rises:

iamthefirechild:

the-stark-knight-rises:

iamthefirechild:

“Good thing I’m not a lady then. Throwing myself at your feet sounds painful. It’ll take more than a wink to get me into your bed for bopping.”

“How about two winks, then? I can improvise. I might even throw in a seductive smirk, while I’m at it.”

“A smirk would certainly help your case. What’s the matter, Tony? Forgotten how to /actually/ seduce someone?”

“Now, Summer. Someone with your charm, your intellect should know better.” A faint smile appeared on his face, a lustful look in his eyes. “Much.. much.. better.”

She shivered a little, eyes flickering closed for a second. “/That’s/ a good start. Keep talking like that.”

His tongue slowly licked his bottom lip before his teeth bit at the corner of it, holding it in place. He leaned forward, close to her ear, his warm breath going over her skin, “I’ve still got it.. Don’t I?”

She damned him for breathing right over that one spot that never failed to make her knees weak. “I don’t know, do you?” she managed to say, biting at her own lip and trying not to obviously waver on her feet.