Summer made a contented noise, sliding her arms around his neck. She pulled away just long enough to say, “Pick me up,” and then plunged back in, twining her tongue with his. All she could think was how much she loved him. One hand slid up into his hair, tugging gently.Tony hummed into the kiss, curled his hands around the backs of her legs, and picked her up. He straightened back up to his full height, urging her legs around his waist as he did. He pulled back with a nip to her lower lip, and trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat.
“Mmmh, Tony,” she groaned, head tipped back. Her hair spilled down her back and over his hands, softly swaying with the motion of their bodies. Blindly, she sought the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to undo them. The warmth of his skin ran red desire through her nerves, and she pressed her hips closer to his.
Tony leaned back against the most convenient wall, supporting the majority of Summer’s weight with one forearm, his other hand slipping up the back of her skirt. He pressed them closer together with his hand in the small of her back. Right. Bedroom. It was right there. But it could wait.
Still unbuttoning his shirt, fingertips light over the arc reactor, she tipped her head to catch his mouth again. Little sounds shaped of growing need slipped from her throat. At last she couldn’t reach any more buttons, and began to trace the veins and nerves under his skin, scraping red lines with her fingernails. She nudged his head up to kiss along the line of his jaw, biting at the edges of goatee and bone. “Bedroom, Tony,” she breathed in his ear.