“You’re the sort of person who would tell me I shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell you I want a kiss, either, but I just did that, and, and,” she blushes hotly.
“You were simply being honest about what you want and you should not be embarrassed about that, dear.” He smiled gently at her.
“Thomas Hiddleston!” Summer exclaimed in exasperation, face still hot. “You are not helping.”
“I am sorry. What is it you wish for me to do? I was doing nothing more than being friendly and understanding, I did not know such would offend you so.”
“You are too nice for your own good, Tom.” She shook her head. “Oh, don’t frown at me like that, it makes me feel like I’ve kicked a kitten or something.” Summer took his hand, matching up her fingers with his. His fingertips overtopped hers by a full inch. “I’m not offended, I’m mad at myself for hoping. And a little mad at you for not dashing those hopes, like you should.”
“You’re the sort of person who would tell me I shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell you I want a kiss, either, but I just did that, and, and,” she blushes hotly.
“You were simply being honest about what you want and you should not be embarrassed about that, dear.” He smiled gently at her.
“Thomas Hiddleston!” Summer exclaimed in exasperation, face still hot. “You are not helping.”
“Shhh, no. I’m fine.” She dragged in a deep breath, nonetheless, and then slid her fingers into his hair. “Shhh, Tony. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you.” She pressed kisses to his temple, to his forehead, to his jaw and cheek.
“Are you sure that you’re okay?” He wanted to be sure, because he really didn’t want to hurt her in any way. He just sighed looking at his little angel. He even didn’t know what he could do now. Maybe he was little afraid even to press her to himself tighter, even if she told him that he did nothing to her… But still…
“Tony, I’ve worn corsets tighter than your hold just then. I’m /fine/.” She gave him a lopsided smile, teasing and light. “I thought I told you not to stop kissing me … “
“Oh, right.” Tony laughed hearing her note. That was just so funny, but he started kissing her again with more passion, but he also started to be more careful with his hug.
Yep, that was it; she was just going to turn to putty in his hands. “Don’t ever stop,” she breathed, clinging. “I love you /so/ much.”
‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.
Holly,
I think I need to
Would you be willing
We need a I’m never even going to send this, am I? I want Tony to hire you as our cook/friend. I better say this in person. Oh god, I’m a moron.
‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)
Holly, I’m a superhero. Wait, you already knew that didn’t you. I’m so bad at this … I never keep secrets. How can I confess something you don’t already know? I’m Tony’s girlfriend? Did you know that?
‘Fetish?’ for one thing that is sexually appealing to my character(s).
Competence. You have no idea. Someone who knows what they are doing, and is confident about it, it’s amazing. I just want to fall at their feet and worship them. Also, your boldness is a real turn on.
“That’s one way to put it.” She pats his cheek. “You’re hurting yourself thinking about it. The lack of enthusiasm in your response guarantees you won’t be seeing me again unless I want you to.”
Anthony frowned as he looked at the woman, “You’re confusing me, lady.”
“Oh, good. I was afraid I was starting to make sense.” She pats his cheek again. “Run off and find some of your boy toys now, Mr Stark.”