“Tonybaby?” Tony laughed. “Does that mean I can call you Summer-sweetness?” A smile found its way to his lips as Summer pressed their lips together. “I guess I could help you practice with that.” He grinned wrapping his arms around her.
“You can call me anything except ‘hey you’.” She smiled and linked her arms around his neck, combing the fingers of one hand into his hair. “You think I’m sweet?”
“Actually I think you’re quite the pain in the ass,” Tony teased, loving the feeling of her hands in his hair. “But pain in the ass is one of the greatest qualities people can have. But normally they prefer I call them sweet.”
Summer wrinkled her nose. “That’s not much of a compliment, but I’ll take it.” Drawing a deep breath, she let some of her shields down, listening carefully for what he might be feeling. A little smile curved her lips when she sensed his pleasure, and she kissed him a few more times.
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s a stupid bet anyway. I only made it so it wouldn’t hurt so much if you were just screwing with me.” Letting go the braid, she sat on his lap again. “Pizza man must be real busy tonight,” she murmured. “What will we do to pass the time?”
“You could just grab my hand and we could start the first of many cleanings this place will need over the next month.” Tony suggested with a laugh. “I might even help you.” He looked into Summer’s eyes. “But I feel like you had something else in mind?”
“You must think I’m a sucker, Tonybaby,” Summer purred. “It’s a stupid bet, but you wouldn’t like me when I’m cleaning. Another day, maybe. No, I think I’ll just sit here and practise kissing you.” Bracing her hands against his chest, she kissed him very lightly, flicking her tongue at his mouth.
“Tonybaby?” Tony laughed. “Does that mean I can call you Summer-sweetness?” A smile found its way to his lips as Summer pressed their lips together. “I guess I could help you practice with that.” He grinned wrapping his arms around her.
“You can call me anything except ‘hey you’.” She smiled and linked her arms around his neck, combing the fingers of one hand into his hair. “You think I’m sweet?”
“Oh how fancy with the kneeling and the full name and everything.” Tony said as a grin over took his face. “Well I guess since I’ve already kissed you I could do you the honor of going out with you.” He widened his eyes to give her a serious look. “This so does not call off the bet by the way.”
“Quiet, you,” she laughed, shoving at his knee. “You wanted a formal invitation.” In one smooth motion, she stood up, leaning over him. “I could end it right now, but you’re enjoying this too much.”
“It was a lovely invitation,” Tony grinned looking up at her. “And I think the only reason you have yet to let me win is ‘cause you don’t wanna clean this place.” He laughed. “Which I guess is a valid reason,” he said looking around. “This place is kind of a mess isn’t it?”
Summer shrugged, glancing around. “It’s a boys’ place. Pretty standard.” She flashed him a grin. “I’m just afraid of what else you might ask for. Although … my reward is pretty moot, now isn’t it.” She wrapped the length of her braid behind his neck. “What are you going to do about that?”
“Does it really even matter?” Tony teased. “We both know there’s no way in hell you’re gunna win.” He pushed his head up to kiss her. “What else would you want from me? A trip to Disney World?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s a stupid bet anyway. I only made it so it wouldn’t hurt so much if you were just screwing with me.” Letting go the braid, she sat on his lap again. “Pizza man must be real busy tonight,” she murmured. “What will we do to pass the time?”
“You could just grab my hand and we could start the first of many cleanings this place will need over the next month.” Tony suggested with a laugh. “I might even help you.” He looked into Summer’s eyes. “But I feel like you had something else in mind?”
“You must think I’m a sucker, Tonybaby,” Summer purred. “It’s a stupid bet, but you wouldn’t like me when I’m cleaning. Another day, maybe. No, I think I’ll just sit here and practise kissing you.” Bracing her hands against his chest, she kissed him very lightly, flicking her tongue at his mouth.
“Oh how fancy with the kneeling and the full name and everything.” Tony said as a grin over took his face. “Well I guess since I’ve already kissed you I could do you the honor of going out with you.” He widened his eyes to give her a serious look. “This so does not call off the bet by the way.”
“Quiet, you,” she laughed, shoving at his knee. “You wanted a formal invitation.” In one smooth motion, she stood up, leaning over him. “I could end it right now, but you’re enjoying this too much.”
“It was a lovely invitation,” Tony grinned looking up at her. “And I think the only reason you have yet to let me win is ‘cause you don’t wanna clean this place.” He laughed. “Which I guess is a valid reason,” he said looking around. “This place is kind of a mess isn’t it?”
Summer shrugged, glancing around. “It’s a boys’ place. Pretty standard.” She flashed him a grin. “I’m just afraid of what else you might ask for. Although … my reward is pretty moot, now isn’t it.” She wrapped the length of her braid behind his neck. “What are you going to do about that?”
“Does it really even matter?” Tony teased. “We both know there’s no way in hell you’re gunna win.” He pushed his head up to kiss her. “What else would you want from me? A trip to Disney World?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s a stupid bet anyway. I only made it so it wouldn’t hurt so much if you were just screwing with me.” Letting go the braid, she sat on his lap again. “Pizza man must be real busy tonight,” she murmured. “What will we do to pass the time?”
“Oh how fancy with the kneeling and the full name and everything.” Tony said as a grin over took his face. “Well I guess since I’ve already kissed you I could do you the honor of going out with you.” He widened his eyes to give her a serious look. “This so does not call off the bet by the way.”
“Quiet, you,” she laughed, shoving at his knee. “You wanted a formal invitation.” In one smooth motion, she stood up, leaning over him. “I could end it right now, but you’re enjoying this too much.”
“It was a lovely invitation,” Tony grinned looking up at her. “And I think the only reason you have yet to let me win is ‘cause you don’t wanna clean this place.” He laughed. “Which I guess is a valid reason,” he said looking around. “This place is kind of a mess isn’t it?”
Summer shrugged, glancing around. “It’s a boys’ place. Pretty standard.” She flashed him a grin. “I’m just afraid of what else you might ask for. Although … my reward is pretty moot, now isn’t it.” She wrapped the length of her braid behind his neck. “What are you going to do about that?”
“Hey hey hey!” Tony said waving a wooden spoon at Summer. “Get away from that fish tank.” He had been in the kitchen for about 20 minutes trying to figure out what to make them for dinner. “It’s not that I don’t trust you around breakable stuff; I just don’t trust you around my fish.” Tony laughed. “I’m still convinced you’re gunna murder my little Herbie.”
“I /am/ part cat,” Summer teased, ostentatiously putting her hands behind her back. “I’m really not that picky, Tony. If this is a bid to impress me it’s not working.” She straddled a chair backward, propping her chin on the back of it and watching him generally frown at his kitchen.
“I’m not gunna win this bet with macaroni and cheese,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. He turned and opened the refrigerator door and looked inside for the tenth time. “Fuck I give up. How about I just order pizza?” he said, pushing the door close with a defeated look on his face.
She shrugged. “Sure, that’s fine. No pineapple, though. Fruit does not belong on pizza.” It was a definitive statement, and she grinned, waiting for his reaction, before climbing up out of the chair. Going over to the fish tank again, she tapped at the side.
“Hey hey hey!” Tony said waving a wooden spoon at Summer. “Get away from that fish tank.” He had been in the kitchen for about 20 minutes trying to figure out what to make them for dinner. “It’s not that I don’t trust you around breakable stuff; I just don’t trust you around my fish.” Tony laughed. “I’m still convinced you’re gunna murder my little Herbie.”
“I /am/ part cat,” Summer teased, ostentatiously putting her hands behind her back. “I’m really not that picky, Tony. If this is a bid to impress me it’s not working.” She straddled a chair backward, propping her chin on the back of it and watching him generally frown at his kitchen.
“That’s the point. You’ve known me for a few hours. You don’t know shit about me so why act like you do?” Tony growled not looking at her. “The last dude with red hair I was with ended up killing my gold fish and stealing my car,” he said in a mocking voice. “So why not just assume every red head is a murderer of adorable fish and plans to commit grand theft auto?”
“On one experience, your point is valid. But twice, thrice, a dozen times? If every redhead you meet kills your fish and steals your car, are you not safer assuming every one you meet will do the same?” Her voice was sad. “Change my mind. We’ve this bet. Change my mind, Tony.”
Tony turned and looked at her. “If you kill my fish I swear I will drop kick you so hard.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d better be prepared to lose this shit.”
“If I kill your fish, I’ll deserve it.” Summer threw her head back against the armrest. “Unless you’ve, hmm, persuasions to apply, though, right now I really ought to do some of my reading. I won’t mind your continuing company, but I’m not like to be very attentive. The Inferno’s a bit complex.” She tipped her head up to look Tony in the eyes. “Benefit of the doubt, yes?”
“Just because I don’t freak out every time you said something I didn’t like doesn’t mean that shit didn’t hurt me.” Tony rolled his eyes. “’I know your kind. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet’,” he said imitating her voice. “I’m not a god damn type. I’ve worked for most of what I have. Yeah I was lucky enough to have a rich daddy but he hates me and I hate him so that’s kind of irrelevant. I kicked ass in high school to get enough scholarships to get myself into college and I work my ass off now to keep myself there. Learn more about people before you go around reading them.”
“You say that like I have a choice, with you all but shouting your emotions at me.” She pressed a hand to her temple. Very quietly, she added, “For as much as you harp on being irresistible, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been prey for the pretty people all my life, and the ones who know they’re attractive are the worst.” She blinked, and a tear escaped.
Tony rolled his eyes again refusing to give into tears. “I’m confident in my looks; that’s not a crime. I’m an entirely separate person from anyone else you’ve ever met. You need to calm down with the generalizations.”
Summer drew a deep breath, swiping at the tears. “How much data do I have to have before I can base assumptions on it? Yes, you’re not those people, but in a few hours how am I supposed to know that?”
“That’s the point. You’ve known me for a few hours. You don’t know shit about me so why act like you do?” Tony growled not looking at her. “The last dude with red hair I was with ended up killing my gold fish and stealing my car,” he said in a mocking voice. “So why not just assume every red head is a murderer of adorable fish and plans to commit grand theft auto?”
“On one experience, your point is valid. But twice, thrice, a dozen times? If every redhead you meet kills your fish and steals your car, are you not safer assuming every one you meet will do the same?” Her voice was sad. “Change my mind. We’ve this bet. Change my mind, Tony.”
“Just because I don’t freak out every time you said something I didn’t like doesn’t mean that shit didn’t hurt me.” Tony rolled his eyes. “’I know your kind. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet’,” he said imitating her voice. “I’m not a god damn type. I’ve worked for most of what I have. Yeah I was lucky enough to have a rich daddy but he hates me and I hate him so that’s kind of irrelevant. I kicked ass in high school to get enough scholarships to get myself into college and I work my ass off now to keep myself there. Learn more about people before you go around reading them.”
“You say that like I have a choice, with you all but shouting your emotions at me.” She pressed a hand to her temple. Very quietly, she added, “For as much as you harp on being irresistible, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been prey for the pretty people all my life, and the ones who know they’re attractive are the worst.” She blinked, and a tear escaped.
Tony rolled his eyes again refusing to give into tears. “I’m confident in my looks; that’s not a crime. I’m an entirely separate person from anyone else you’ve ever met. You need to calm down with the generalizations.”
Summer drew a deep breath, swiping at the tears. “How much data do I have to have before I can base assumptions on it? Yes, you’re not those people, but in a few hours how am I supposed to know that?”