“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
Setting to work on his buttons, Summer murmured, “Mmm, I agree.” She laid her mouth to every inch of revealed skin, lingering over the space where the arc reactor once was. Halfway through, she abandoned his shirt to skim out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but black cotton. Then she sprawled back on the bed, enjoying the contrast between merlot-red sheets and golden-olive skin.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
”Maybe you should do something about that then,” she whispered back. Both hands fisted in his hair and tugged lightly. “I’m not doing all the work here, Tony. You’re a clever man.” She loosened a hand and smoothed it down the back of his neck, scraping nails under his collar.
“Noted,” he murmured against her skin before biting down sharply. Tony abruptly pulled away as the the car stopped, smirking. “I told you I could make it to the bedroom. The question is if you have self control…”
“I, Mr Stark,” she began, voice perfectly level, “cheat.” One quick hand snagged a lock of hair over his ear and tugged, before she gave him a wide smile and let go, eeling out from under his grip and to the car floor. Summer popped the door open and scrambled out, giving a quick shake to her skirts to settle them. “Coming, Tony?” she asked sweetly.
“You know, this is my house.” He raised an eyebrow at her before shaking his head. “You’re…gutsy. I like it. It’s a nice change.” He slipped an arm around her waist before leading her into his home. The main area was mostly modern decor, with sparse personal touches—clearly not a lived in space. The bedroom felt a little more welcoming in comparison to the starkness of the main living space, the bed being a rich shade of red akin to a merlot.
“Are you all bark and no bite, Summer?” Tony teased, smirking.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
”Right now, I want to kiss you until I can’t breathe,” Summer murmured before suiting words to action. She started slow, a soft press of lips, winding her free hand up into his hair. Softly she licked at his mouth, exploring rather than demanding, turning the kiss into something painfully sweet instead of blazingly hot. Cradling his head, she started to nip, pressing close to his body.
‘Play with fire.’ That made her laugh, breaking into that startled giggle again when Tony reasserted control. She tried to chase his mouth briefly, but gave it up as a bad job when he found her throat, throwing her head back to give him more skin. the coil of hair slipped from around his neck, unwinding to pool and spill over his arm. “Maybe I want to get burned,” she responded, rocking up into him.
“Noted,” he murmured against her skin before biting down sharply. Tony abruptly pulled away as the the car stopped, smirking. “I told you I could make it to the bedroom. The question is if you have self control…”
“I, Mr Stark,” she began, voice perfectly level, “cheat.” One quick hand snagged a lock of hair over his ear and tugged, before she gave him a wide smile and let go, eeling out from under his grip and to the car floor. Summer popped the door open and scrambled out, giving a quick shake to her skirts to settle them. “Coming, Tony?” she asked sweetly.
“You know, this is my house.” He raised an eyebrow at her before shaking his head. “You’re…gutsy. I like it. It’s a nice change.” He slipped an arm around her waist before leading her into his home. The main area was mostly modern decor, with sparse personal touches—clearly not a lived in space. The bedroom felt a little more welcoming in comparison to the starkness of the main living space, the bed being a rich shade of red akin to a merlot.
“Are you all bark and no bite, Summer?” Tony teased, smirking.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Mmm, that is a /lovely/ bed.” She threw herself on it, face up and arms spread wide. “Now what shall we do with it, I wonder?” Without waiting for an answer she rolled off lithely, coming to her feet with a swirl, and stalked over to Tony. One hand snarled itself at the throat of his shirt and she pulled down. “Come here, I want you.”
“Like this?” She pulled lightly again. “Perhaps you should stop me then, Tony.” That came out as a purr. “Because I don’t think I can resist the temptation of putting you on your knees with something so very simple.” One hand came free to draw her nails over his beard, then trace his lips with a fingertip. “Try to stop me,” she whispered darkly.
“Summer…” he warned, his voice deeper than normal. “Play with fire, you get burned.” He nipped at her fingertip before flipping them around and pinning her hands to the headrest. “Now look what you’ve done. Tsk….” Tony ghosted his mouth over hers, relocating to focus on her neck, intent on leaving marks.
“You can wait. We are almost there.”
‘Play with fire.’ That made her laugh, breaking into that startled giggle again when Tony reasserted control. She tried to chase his mouth briefly, but gave it up as a bad job when he found her throat, throwing her head back to give him more skin. the coil of hair slipped from around his neck, unwinding to pool and spill over his arm. “Maybe I want to get burned,” she responded, rocking up into him.
“Noted,” he murmured against her skin before biting down sharply. Tony abruptly pulled away as the the car stopped, smirking. “I told you I could make it to the bedroom. The question is if you have self control…”
“I, Mr Stark,” she began, voice perfectly level, “cheat.” One quick hand snagged a lock of hair over his ear and tugged, before she gave him a wide smile and let go, eeling out from under his grip and to the car floor. Summer popped the door open and scrambled out, giving a quick shake to her skirts to settle them. “Coming, Tony?” she asked sweetly.
“Not always sexual escapades, more to being a rich party boy than just copious amounts of sex. Not exactly proud of it.” He shrugged and began a retort that died in his throat once she tugged on his hair again. “Dammit Summer, you said you wanted to make it to the bedroom…” he groaned, biting his lip. “That’d be a possibility.”
“Like this?” She pulled lightly again. “Perhaps you should stop me then, Tony.” That came out as a purr. “Because I don’t think I can resist the temptation of putting you on your knees with something so very simple.” One hand came free to draw her nails over his beard, then trace his lips with a fingertip. “Try to stop me,” she whispered darkly.
“Summer…” he warned, his voice deeper than normal. “Play with fire, you get burned.” He nipped at her fingertip before flipping them around and pinning her hands to the headrest. “Now look what you’ve done. Tsk….” Tony ghosted his mouth over hers, relocating to focus on her neck, intent on leaving marks.
“You can wait. We are almost there.”
‘Play with fire.’ That made her laugh, breaking into that startled giggle again when Tony reasserted control. She tried to chase his mouth briefly, but gave it up as a bad job when he found her throat, throwing her head back to give him more skin. the coil of hair slipped from around his neck, unwinding to pool and spill over his arm. “Maybe I want to get burned,” she responded, rocking up into him.
He returned the kiss hungrily, tongue dancing against hers as he nipped at her lips. “Mmm, probably not. Maybe a little horrified, even.” His breath caught in his throat and he melted underneath her as she discovered one of his weaknesses.
“I don’t really see why I’d want to escape, considering I have a lap full of a fiesty redhead.”
“I really sincerely doubt you can horrify me with tales of your sexual escapades anymore than you can outfly me,” Summer sniggered. Leaving her hair looped around his neck, she threaded her fingers into that glorious dark hair again. “Now what was just now that turned you to putty in my hands?” she murmured, mostly rhetorically, curling nails against his scalp. “Can I make you abandon control?”
“Not always sexual escapades, more to being a rich party boy than just copious amounts of sex. Not exactly proud of it.” He shrugged and began a retort that died in his throat once she tugged on his hair again. “Dammit Summer, you said you wanted to make it to the bedroom…” he groaned, biting his lip. “That’d be a possibility.”
“Like this?” She pulled lightly again. “Perhaps you should stop me then, Tony.” That came out as a purr. “Because I don’t think I can resist the temptation of putting you on your knees with something so very simple.” One hand came free to draw her nails over his beard, then trace his lips with a fingertip. “Try to stop me,” she whispered darkly.
“Man of many talents. And please, it’s Tony. Mr. Stark was my father and there’s really no quicker way to kill the mood than to remind me of him…” His voice trailed off as she switched her attentions to his neck.
“Mm, yes, lots of wanting. You’re heading in the right direction.” Tony smirked and pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding up under her skirt to trace her legs.
Summer chuckled, breaking into a little giggle at the end when he pulled her into his lap. “Hello, Tony,” she murmured into his collarbone, arching her back as his hands found her ankles. “Hmmm, just there, that’s nice.” Hands came up to steady herself on his shoulders, and she leaned back enough to see his face, smiling. “I would like to /make/ it to the bedroom.”
“We’ll make it there eventually. Or is that a request to keep my hands off of you until then?’ He smirked and squeezed one of her legs to emphasize that he was really here as his hands skirted further up along her skin.
“Happy has seen me do far worse things than just some necking in the backseat anyway.”
“Should I be curious?” She didn’t really give him a chance to answer, dipping in for a lip-biting, open-mouthed kiss. Summer slid her hands up into his hair, tugging gently and drawing her nails along his scalp. When she finally turned him loose, she reached behind her head and swiftly coiled the length of her hair into a loose rope that she placed behind his head. “There is no escape,” she teased.
He returned the kiss hungrily, tongue dancing against hers as he nipped at her lips. “Mmm, probably not. Maybe a little horrified, even.” His breath caught in his throat and he melted underneath her as she discovered one of his weaknesses.
“I don’t really see why I’d want to escape, considering I have a lap full of a fiesty redhead.”
“I really sincerely doubt you can horrify me with tales of your sexual escapades anymore than you can outfly me,” Summer sniggered. Leaving her hair looped around his neck, she threaded her fingers into that glorious dark hair again. “Now what was just now that turned you to putty in my hands?” she murmured, mostly rhetorically, curling nails against his scalp. “Can I make you abandon control?”
“Man of many talents. And please, it’s Tony. Mr. Stark was my father and there’s really no quicker way to kill the mood than to remind me of him…” His voice trailed off as she switched her attentions to his neck.
“Mm, yes, lots of wanting. You’re heading in the right direction.” Tony smirked and pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding up under her skirt to trace her legs.
Summer chuckled, breaking into a little giggle at the end when he pulled her into his lap. “Hello, Tony,” she murmured into his collarbone, arching her back as his hands found her ankles. “Hmmm, just there, that’s nice.” Hands came up to steady herself on his shoulders, and she leaned back enough to see his face, smiling. “I would like to /make/ it to the bedroom.”
“We’ll make it there eventually. Or is that a request to keep my hands off of you until then?’ He smirked and squeezed one of her legs to emphasize that he was really here as his hands skirted further up along her skin.
“Happy has seen me do far worse things than just some necking in the backseat anyway.”
“Should I be curious?” She didn’t really give him a chance to answer, dipping in for a lip-biting, open-mouthed kiss. Summer slid her hands up into his hair, tugging gently and drawing her nails along his scalp. When she finally turned him loose, she reached behind her head and swiftly coiled the length of her hair into a loose rope that she placed behind his head. “There is no escape,” she teased.
