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Summer paused in her ministrations, smiling slyly. “It’s a simple elastic waistband, Mr Stark. Surely even you can manage that.” She ignored the drink, laughing faintly at his indrawn breath. She dragged her teeth over the heel of his hand, then tongued her way up one finger to draw it into her mouth. She could nearly taste the projects behind each mark, and the thought of those hands reshaping her body drove her pulse higher.

Drawing away and brushing fallen red hair back over her shoulder, she hitched herself up to breathe gently into his ear, “I was right, you do have gorgeous hands. Tell me, what desires of yours might I fulfill tonight?” It didn’t matter that after tonight she’d likely only ever see him from a distance, wrapped in the suit and separated by combat. She had offered, he had accepted.

“Women’s clothing, not my forte. How was I supposed to know that?” His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned out from her attentions, settling further back against the plush leather seats.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours…Lots of ideas for that. But this is about fulfilling your desires. I think mine are rather evident.” 

“You’re so gallant, Mr Stark,” Summer purred. “I like how you have ideas and in the same breath suggest it’s not about you.” She pulled his earlobe into her mouth gently, then bit at it, swirling her tongue around. “What was that about my mouth?” she whispered, letting go to trail hot kisses down his neck. “Something you want?”

“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.”

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Summer paused in her ministrations, smiling slyly. “It’s a simple elastic waistband, Mr Stark. Surely even you can manage that.” She ignored the drink, laughing faintly at his indrawn breath. She dragged her teeth over the heel of his hand, then tongued her way up one finger to draw it into her mouth. She could nearly taste the projects behind each mark, and the thought of those hands reshaping her body drove her pulse higher.

Drawing away and brushing fallen red hair back over her shoulder, she hitched herself up to breathe gently into his ear, “I was right, you do have gorgeous hands. Tell me, what desires of yours might I fulfill tonight?” It didn’t matter that after tonight she’d likely only ever see him from a distance, wrapped in the suit and separated by combat. She had offered, he had accepted.

“Women’s clothing, not my forte. How was I supposed to know that?” His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned out from her attentions, settling further back against the plush leather seats.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours…Lots of ideas for that. But this is about fulfilling your desires. I think mine are rather evident.” 

“You’re so gallant, Mr Stark,” Summer purred. “I like how you have ideas and in the same breath suggest it’s not about you.” She pulled his earlobe into her mouth gently, then bit at it, swirling her tongue around. “What was that about my mouth?” she whispered, letting go to trail hot kisses down his neck. “Something you want?”

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Summer quickly hooked one arm behind his neck to help support herself. She flicked her tongue across his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth, and pressed close. “Mmmm.” 

Tony’s hand trailed from her hip down the outside of her thigh, lifting her up and pressing her flush against him as his mouth demanded more. His tongue traced over her lips before sliding alongside hers, teeth gently nipping in contrast.  His other hand slipped into her hair and tugged gently, baring her neck as he broke the kiss to move his attentions.

“Bedroom?”

“Indeed.” Summer knew her face was flushed and did not care. “Lead the way, I beg you. And that’s all the begging you’ll get tonight,” she added with a saucy wink. A quick twist of hips disentangled her from the one hand, though the other remained caught in her hair. “That’s not a leash, you know, Mr Stark,” she told him.

Tony grinned and dropped his hand, only to gently grab her wrist and lead her along a series of hallways before slipping out the back entrance to where his driver was waiting. 

“After you, sweets,” he murmured as he opened the door to the limo. 

She had to fight with the voluminous skirts for a moment before she could get settled properly in the vehicle, and firmly forbade herself to gape. If there was anything at all to gape at, it was the man climbing in behind her, tall and dark and perfectly confident. The moment the door was closed, Summer tucked her legs up and slid next to him, taking one of his hands for a minute examination with lips, tongue, and fingertips.

“No sense wasting this whole time,” she explained, pressing a kiss to his palm.

Tony settled against the leather seats next to her, already pouring a drink from the bar in the back, offering her one as well. He enjoyed a challenge and Summer seemed primed to thrill him.

“That’s a lot of clothing I’ll be fighting with soon enough….And I’m a fan of efficiency,” he murmured as her attentions became focused on his hands. He sharply inhaled as her tongue trailed over old burn marks and callouses. It was rare that anyone paid this much attention to him—usually he was seducer, and not the seduced.

Summer paused in her ministrations, smiling slyly. “It’s a simple elastic waistband, Mr Stark. Surely even you can manage that.” She ignored the drink, laughing faintly at his indrawn breath. She dragged her teeth over the heel of his hand, then tongued her way up one finger to draw it into her mouth. She could nearly taste the projects behind each mark, and the thought of those hands reshaping her body drove her pulse higher.

Drawing away and brushing fallen red hair back over her shoulder, she hitched herself up to breathe gently into his ear, “I was right, you do have gorgeous hands. Tell me, what desires of yours might I fulfill tonight?” It didn’t matter that after tonight she’d likely only ever see him from a distance, wrapped in the suit and separated by combat. She had offered, he had accepted.

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Summer quickly hooked one arm behind his neck to help support herself. She flicked her tongue across his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth, and pressed close. “Mmmm.” 

Tony’s hand trailed from her hip down the outside of her thigh, lifting her up and pressing her flush against him as his mouth demanded more. His tongue traced over her lips before sliding alongside hers, teeth gently nipping in contrast.  His other hand slipped into her hair and tugged gently, baring her neck as he broke the kiss to move his attentions.

“Bedroom?”

“Indeed.” Summer knew her face was flushed and did not care. “Lead the way, I beg you. And that’s all the begging you’ll get tonight,” she added with a saucy wink. A quick twist of hips disentangled her from the one hand, though the other remained caught in her hair. “That’s not a leash, you know, Mr Stark,” she told him.

Tony grinned and dropped his hand, only to gently grab her wrist and lead her along a series of hallways before slipping out the back entrance to where his driver was waiting. 

“After you, sweets,” he murmured as he opened the door to the limo. 

She had to fight with the voluminous skirts for a moment before she could get settled properly in the vehicle, and firmly forbade herself to gape. If there was anything at all to gape at, it was the man climbing in behind her, tall and dark and perfectly confident. The moment the door was closed, Summer tucked her legs up and slid next to him, taking one of his hands for a minute examination with lips, tongue, and fingertips.

“No sense wasting this whole time,” she explained, pressing a kiss to his palm.

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“I want your hands,” Summer murmured, covering the one at her hip with her own. “You have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man, and you look like you know what to do with them.” Stepping right up to him, so close their bodies touched, she went on, lowering her voice even further, “I want your hands everywhere, and your mouth. I want to slide my nails down your back while you call my name into the darkness.” Deliberately, she licked her lips, running her tongue along her top lip.

He absentmindedly rubbed his callused thumb over the knuckles of her hand. “You know, most people don’t care for my hands. Too rough, too scarred. They overlook their dexterity. But that, and then some…can be arranged,” he murmured before leaning down and kissing her. 

Summer quickly hooked one arm behind his neck to help support herself. She flicked her tongue across his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth, and pressed close. “Mmmm.” 

Tony’s hand trailed from her hip down the outside of her thigh, lifting her up and pressing her flush against him as his mouth demanded more. His tongue traced over her lips before sliding alongside hers, teeth gently nipping in contrast.  His other hand slipped into her hair and tugged gently, baring her neck as he broke the kiss to move his attentions.

“Bedroom?”

“Indeed.” Summer knew her face was flushed and did not care. “Lead the way, I beg you. And that’s all the begging you’ll get tonight,” she added with a saucy wink. A quick twist of hips disentangled her from the one hand, though the other remained caught in her hair. “That’s not a leash, you know, Mr Stark,” she told him.

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“Sleep is for the weak—I could stay up all night and still beat your ass. Whether or not you would be able to compete is up for debate though.” He quirked an eyebrow at her gutsy statement of if he was ‘good enough.’ “I think I’ll have to prove my worth here, just to keep my reputation intact.” He tilted his head, staring down at her with a bemused smirk, just inches from her face.

“Oh, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Mr Stark. Have no fear for your reputation.” Her eyes darkened under the wash of his emotions. “If you’re proving your worth, shall I be submissive, then? Beg for your attentions? Or do your prefer a girl who knows her own mind?” This time she scratched her nails back down his arm over the fabric of his shirt.

“As much as I feel that I’d thoroughly enjoy your pleas for me, I prefer a girl who, as you so aptly said, knows her own mind. Now if this one would only be so kind as to enlighten me in what she wants from this particular encounter, we could proceed.” He smirked, eyes glittering with a heat despite his aloof tone.

“I want your hands,” Summer murmured, covering the one at her hip with her own. “You have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man, and you look like you know what to do with them.” Stepping right up to him, so close their bodies touched, she went on, lowering her voice even further, “I want your hands everywhere, and your mouth. I want to slide my nails down your back while you call my name into the darkness.” Deliberately, she licked her lips, running her tongue along her top lip.

He absentmindedly rubbed his callused thumb over the knuckles of her hand. “You know, most people don’t care for my hands. Too rough, too scarred. They overlook their dexterity. But that, and then some…can be arranged,” he murmured before leaning down and kissing her. 

Summer quickly hooked one arm behind his neck to help support herself. She flicked her tongue across his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth, and pressed close. “Mmmm.” 

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“Sleep is for the weak—I could stay up all night and still beat your ass. Whether or not you would be able to compete is up for debate though.” He quirked an eyebrow at her gutsy statement of if he was ‘good enough.’ “I think I’ll have to prove my worth here, just to keep my reputation intact.” He tilted his head, staring down at her with a bemused smirk, just inches from her face.

“Oh, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Mr Stark. Have no fear for your reputation.” Her eyes darkened under the wash of his emotions. “If you’re proving your worth, shall I be submissive, then? Beg for your attentions? Or do your prefer a girl who knows her own mind?” This time she scratched her nails back down his arm over the fabric of his shirt.

“As much as I feel that I’d thoroughly enjoy your pleas for me, I prefer a girl who, as you so aptly said, knows her own mind. Now if this one would only be so kind as to enlighten me in what she wants from this particular encounter, we could proceed.” He smirked, eyes glittering with a heat despite his aloof tone.

“I want your hands,” Summer murmured, covering the one at her hip with her own. “You have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man, and you look like you know what to do with them.” Stepping right up to him, so close their bodies touched, she went on, lowering her voice even further, “I want your hands everywhere, and your mouth. I want to slide my nails down your back while you call my name into the darkness.” Deliberately, she licked her lips, running her tongue along her top lip.

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She had to laugh. “We’ll get back to the issue of flight later, I think. I wouldn’t even try to match you drink for drink, Mr Stark.” Summer sauntered over to him, putting a little extra sway in her step under the long circle skirt she wore. She looked up, enjoying the near-foot of height difference. “How would you like to begin?”

“So I owe you one for a race, challenge, whatever you want to call it. We’ll have to set the stakes though…keep it interesting. And that’s a shame, because I know I’d win…but you might’ve ended up with alcohol poisoning if you were insane enough to take me up on that offer. That just leaves sex, and that might be my favorite of the three.” Tony’s eyes followed her hips, almost mesmerized by her stride as she approached him. Biting his bottom lip, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Why don’t we just see where this takes up?”

“Hmmm, I like that idea. A race, in the morning when you’ve worn me out? Or perhaps it’ll be the reverse, as you struggle to manage your suit after a night without sleep?” Summer let the laugh run low in her throat, sliding her hand up the arm wrapped around her. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she added, “Or we can skip flight entire and stick with sex. If you’re good enough.”

“Sleep is for the weak—I could stay up all night and still beat your ass. Whether or not you would be able to compete is up for debate though.” He quirked an eyebrow at her gutsy statement of if he was ‘good enough.’ “I think I’ll have to prove my worth here, just to keep my reputation intact.” He tilted his head, staring down at her with a bemused smirk, just inches from her face.

“Oh, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Mr Stark. Have no fear for your reputation.” Her eyes darkened under the wash of his emotions. “If you’re proving your worth, shall I be submissive, then? Beg for your attentions? Or do your prefer a girl who knows her own mind?” This time she scratched her nails back down his arm over the fabric of his shirt.

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“Drinking I’ll grant you, but not flight.” Summer traded him smirk for smirk. “After all, your little battery is gone. As for sex … try me.”

“If I drink you under the table, I can’t destroy your standards. Besides, I could wire together a spare and still blow you away. But…I will accept your challenge.”  

She had to laugh. “We’ll get back to the issue of flight later, I think. I wouldn’t even try to match you drink for drink, Mr Stark.” Summer sauntered over to him, putting a little extra sway in her step under the long circle skirt she wore. She looked up, enjoying the near-foot of height difference. “How would you like to begin?”

“So I owe you one for a race, challenge, whatever you want to call it. We’ll have to set the stakes though…keep it interesting. And that’s a shame, because I know I’d win…but you might’ve ended up with alcohol poisoning if you were insane enough to take me up on that offer. That just leaves sex, and that might be my favorite of the three.” Tony’s eyes followed her hips, almost mesmerized by her stride as she approached him. Biting his bottom lip, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Why don’t we just see where this takes up?”

“Hmmm, I like that idea. A race, in the morning when you’ve worn me out? Or perhaps it’ll be the reverse, as you struggle to manage your suit after a night without sleep?” Summer let the laugh run low in her throat, sliding her hand up the arm wrapped around her. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she added, “Or we can skip flight entire and stick with sex. If you’re good enough.”

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“Drinking I’ll grant you, but not flight.” Summer traded him smirk for smirk. “After all, your little battery is gone. As for sex … try me.”

“If I drink you under the table, I can’t destroy your standards. Besides, I could wire together a spare and still blow you away. But…I will accept your challenge.”  

She had to laugh. “We’ll get back to the issue of flight later, I think. I wouldn’t even try to match you drink for drink, Mr Stark.” Summer sauntered over to him, putting a little extra sway in her step under the long circle skirt she wore. She looked up, enjoying the near-foot of height difference. “How would you like to begin?”