“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
“You’re really not going to give this up, are you, Summer?” Tony groaned. “Am I going to have to go through this every time I tell you that I love you? If that’s the case I can easily stop.”
“Go through — !” she spluttered. “Fine. Just fine.” She rolled off the couch, face flaming, and flung his shirt at him. “You don’t want me either, that’s fine.” Tears starred her cheeks, unnoticed. “You just — you just call me if you change your mind, Tony.” Snatching up her bag, she jerked the door open and slammed it behind her.
She should have known better. She should always have known better, Summer told herself furiously, angry tears sliding down her face. Of course the sorority girls were right. In what world would anyone want to be with her? She would never be good enough.
Tony rolled his eyes, squirming a little as her hand slid into his pants. “You and hoarders are my top two, I promise.” He laughed a little. “But I won’t tell which is first and second.”
“Cruel, Tony, cruel.” Delicately, she curled her fingers against his skin, sliding around. She propped herself up against his shoulder better, and nimbly undid the button before bending to kiss and tongue down his chest.
“Seriously, Summer, you’re going to have to do better than undressing me. I regularly sit around my apartment naked watching TV.” He smirked down at her before returning his attention to the show. “Step up your game or give it up.”
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
Tony rolled his eyes, squirming a little as her hand slid into his pants. “You and hoarders are my top two, I promise.” He laughed a little. “But I won’t tell which is first and second.”
“Cruel, Tony, cruel.” Delicately, she curled her fingers against his skin, sliding around. She propped herself up against his shoulder better, and nimbly undid the button before bending to kiss and tongue down his chest.
“Seriously, Summer, you’re going to have to do better than undressing me. I regularly sit around my apartment naked watching TV.” He smirked down at her before returning his attention to the show. “Step up your game or give it up.”
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“Hey I don’t go to the gym for you.” Tony laughed. “I do that for me, gives me something to do while I’m not sitting around being molested by you.” He leaned over, eyes still on the tv and kissed her. “The only thing I want to stop is this woman denying her hoarding problem. Seriously, look at all those boxes.”
“Note to self: do not show Tony my library,” Summer murmured. She flicked a glance at the tv, rolled her eyes, and turned back to her boyfriend. “Perhaps we should make another bet. I bet that I can distract you from your show.” She began to plant kisses, slow and deliberate, down his throat, one hand bracing herself and the other sliding toward his crotch.
“Do your best.” Tony laughed, turning up the volume on the TV. “But I really think you underestimate how much I love hoarders.”
She slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. Against his skin, she murmured, “I suppose I overestimate how much you love me?”
Tony rolled his eyes, squirming a little as her hand slid into his pants. “You and hoarders are my top two, I promise.” He laughed a little. “But I won’t tell which is first and second.”
“Cruel, Tony, cruel.” Delicately, she curled her fingers against his skin, sliding around. She propped herself up against his shoulder better, and nimbly undid the button before bending to kiss and tongue down his chest.
“Hey I don’t go to the gym for you.” Tony laughed. “I do that for me, gives me something to do while I’m not sitting around being molested by you.” He leaned over, eyes still on the tv and kissed her. “The only thing I want to stop is this woman denying her hoarding problem. Seriously, look at all those boxes.”
“Note to self: do not show Tony my library,” Summer murmured. She flicked a glance at the tv, rolled her eyes, and turned back to her boyfriend. “Perhaps we should make another bet. I bet that I can distract you from your show.” She began to plant kisses, slow and deliberate, down his throat, one hand bracing herself and the other sliding toward his crotch.
“Do your best.” Tony laughed, turning up the volume on the TV. “But I really think you underestimate how much I love hoarders.”
She slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. Against his skin, she murmured, “I suppose I overestimate how much you love me?”
“You should drop your Shakespeare porn class and take an acting workshop.” Tony laughed as she sat back down. “You know, it’s weird, I don’t even have anything noteworthy in my shirt but your hand spends a hell of a lot of time inside of it.” He smirked.
“The noteworthy thing inside your shirt is you.” Summer giggled softly. She scraped her fingernails lightly over his skin, ignoring the tv and thinking about Tony instead. The way he tasted, the depth of his eyes, his smile. Subtle heat thrilled down her nerves, and she snuggled against his shoulder, purring under her breath and hand wandering farther over his skin. “It would be better if there was no shirt, though.”
“If I take off my shirt will you let me watch hoarders?” Tony laughed as he pulled off his shirt. “There you horny little minx,” he said, tossing the shirt at her. “Have I satisfied my princess now?”
“Who’s horny?” Her voice scaled up in mockery, eyes glittering. “You’re the one who went to the gym, Mr Irresistible. Now you’ve to face the consequences, which is a girlfriend who thinks you are incredibly sexy. Do you /really/ want me to stop?” she purred.
“Hey I don’t go to the gym for you.” Tony laughed. “I do that for me, gives me something to do while I’m not sitting around being molested by you.” He leaned over, eyes still on the tv and kissed her. “The only thing I want to stop is this woman denying her hoarding problem. Seriously, look at all those boxes.”
“Note to self: do not show Tony my library,” Summer murmured. She flicked a glance at the tv, rolled her eyes, and turned back to her boyfriend. “Perhaps we should make another bet. I bet that I can distract you from your show.” She began to plant kisses, slow and deliberate, down his throat, one hand bracing herself and the other sliding toward his crotch.
“I guess that’d be fun,” Tony said, with a smile, stroking her hair with his free hand as he used his other to raise his pizza to his mouth. “What kind of special days are we talking about?” He laughed. “You might make me actually start caring about holidays.”
“Exam days, Valentine’s Day, birthdays … you know, like that.” She made a pleased sigh, snuggling her face up against him and drowsing. “Love you,” she whispered.
“Ugh Valentine’s Day makes me want to die,” Tony grumbled, still playing with her hair. “But I guess if that’s what I gotta do to keep you around I’ll stick it out.” He chuckled.
“It’s a long ways off,” she mumbled. “You want to keep me around?” Heat was starting to slide down her nerves again, gathering in the pit of her stomach. Tony smelled good, and she flicked out her tongue to taste him. He tasted good too. Maybe they could take their time next time.
“Of course you don’t,” Tony said, foregoing the glasses and carrying the bottle over to the couch. He took a big bite of his pizza before taking a sip of the wine. “You know, I think I like this arrangement: sex and then pizza and wine. Can we do this like all the time or am I gunna have to take you out and all that stuff?”
Curling up on the couch like a cat, she rested her head in his lap, looking up. “I don’t know about taking me out … more like, come out with me. After all, Star Trek 2 is coming out soon, don’t you want to go see it? And maybe for special days we can have a real date.” She pondered, idly nibbling at a fingernail.
“I guess that’d be fun,” Tony said, with a smile, stroking her hair with his free hand as he used his other to raise his pizza to his mouth. “What kind of special days are we talking about?” He laughed. “You might make me actually start caring about holidays.”
“Exam days, Valentine’s Day, birthdays … you know, like that.” She made a pleased sigh, snuggling her face up against him and drowsing. “Love you,” she whispered.
“If you quote Monty Python at me I promise I will throw you out of here.” Tony warned with a laugh. He placed a soft kiss on her nose and smiled. “I’m hungry again. Is there any pizza left?”
“I think so. Shall I fetch you some, Mr Irresistible?” Carefully she untangled herself from him, wobbling a little when she stood up. “I’ll refrain from quoting Monty Python for the moment. Though there’s a strong temptation … “
“If you get me pizza right after sex I might just fall in love with you right here.” Tony laughed lifting himself off the bed. He lightly kissed Summer before walking back into the living room. He grabbed a piece of pizza and walked into the kitchen holding it in his mouth. “Wine?” he asked, pulling out a bottle.
Summer shook her head. “I don’t drink.” She lifted her eyebrows. “I offer to get that pizza for you, you know.” She wanted to laugh. All that talk about how he was going to win, and he didn’t even notice when he did. Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she went looking for her shirt.
“Of course you don’t,” Tony said, foregoing the glasses and carrying the bottle over to the couch. He took a big bite of his pizza before taking a sip of the wine. “You know, I think I like this arrangement: sex and then pizza and wine. Can we do this like all the time or am I gunna have to take you out and all that stuff?”
Curling up on the couch like a cat, she rested her head in his lap, looking up. “I don’t know about taking me out … more like, come out with me. After all, Star Trek 2 is coming out soon, don’t you want to go see it? And maybe for special days we can have a real date.” She pondered, idly nibbling at a fingernail.
“If you quote Monty Python at me I promise I will throw you out of here.” Tony warned with a laugh. He placed a soft kiss on her nose and smiled. “I’m hungry again. Is there any pizza left?”
“I think so. Shall I fetch you some, Mr Irresistible?” Carefully she untangled herself from him, wobbling a little when she stood up. “I’ll refrain from quoting Monty Python for the moment. Though there’s a strong temptation … “
“If you get me pizza right after sex I might just fall in love with you right here.” Tony laughed lifting himself off the bed. He lightly kissed Summer before walking back into the living room. He grabbed a piece of pizza and walked into the kitchen holding it in his mouth. “Wine?” he asked, pulling out a bottle.
Summer shook her head. “I don’t drink.” She lifted her eyebrows. “I offer to get that pizza for you, you know.” She wanted to laugh. All that talk about how he was going to win, and he didn’t even notice when he did. Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she went looking for her shirt.