Summer snorted a laugh. “I guess I’ll just ask Jarvis to tell me where it is after dinner.”Tony slumped down into the passenger seat and offered her a feigned laugh. “You’re no fun. It’s on the bar where I usually drop my keys if I don’t put them away.”
“I’m supposed to be fun? Nobody told me that!” She leaned in over him, unlatching the roof, and grinned. Once she’d gone round to the other side, she said, “Anyway you could just tell him not to,” and finished unlatching it.
“Meh. Doesn’t matter. Wanna make sure you find it, anyway.” He shifted in the seat, sort of melting downwards in it as he slumped further into it.
Summer laughed, slamming the trunk lid. “Yes, dear.” She forbore to pester him about the contact high or the present over dinner, instead making all the dirty innuendos she could find about sushi (turned out there were a LOT, if you watched the chef make it). They accomplished the drive back to the Tower in actual silence, though she kept glancing over at him with a soft smile.
She’d actually forgotten about any present by the time they got back up to the penthouse, too occupied by simply cuddling with Tony. Often enough the simple pleasure of being together at all vanished under the stress of their lives, or their occupation each with the other’s body.