“You,” she says against his throat, “need to learn to take my time with some things. I know it’s /agonisingly/ slow for you, but really.” She bites his earlobe, gently, and kisses her way back down to his collarbone. “You could be teasing too.”
Pietro nodded as his finger traced down her back, vibrating it softly as he moved it up her neck. “Well would help to have more room to work.”
“Is that so?” Lifting both eyebrows to go along with the arch tone, Summer pushes herself up to pull her shirt over her head, shaking out her hair. “Better?”
Pietro nodded and flipped them over in a blur, his moving up her body as it vibrated. “Much better.”
Threading her fingers into his hair, Summer tugged. “I hate it when you don’t warn me. What did I /just/ say about taking time?” Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pinned him down.
“You,” she says against his throat, “need to learn to take my time with some things. I know it’s /agonisingly/ slow for you, but really.” She bites his earlobe, gently, and kisses her way back down to his collarbone. “You could be teasing too.”
Pietro nodded as his finger traced down her back, vibrating it softly as he moved it up her neck. “Well would help to have more room to work.”
“Is that so?” Lifting both eyebrows to go along with the arch tone, Summer pushes herself up to pull her shirt over her head, shaking out her hair. “Better?”
She ‘hmmms’ thoughtfully. “This is true. We don’t need the bed anyway.” Summer sits on him firmly and leans down like she’s going to kiss his mouth, then dodges to the side to nip at his neck instead.
Pietro sighed gently, “You know you’re being a bit of a tease here Summer,” he said shaking his head. ”I feel like I’m in for more though.”
“You,” she says against his throat, “need to learn to take my time with some things. I know it’s /agonisingly/ slow for you, but really.” She bites his earlobe, gently, and kisses her way back down to his collarbone. “You could be teasing too.”
“Then how am I supposed to throw you in bed? Hmmm? You know perfectly well I can’t catch you and I’m not going to try. Dork.” She sticks her tongue out right back.
“Well you have me pinned here on the couch. I mean the bed is awfully far away.”
She ‘hmmms’ thoughtfully. “This is true. We don’t need the bed anyway.” Summer sits on him firmly and leans down like she’s going to kiss his mouth, then dodges to the side to nip at his neck instead.
“Oh someone’s greedy,” Summer giggles, dodging and launching herself at him instead. “Hard to do that if you don’t stay still, Petya.”
Pietro stuck his tongue out at the woman with a smile, “You know I don’t stay still like at all.”
“Then how am I supposed to throw you in bed? Hmmm? You know perfectly well I can’t catch you and I’m not going to try. Dork.” She sticks her tongue out right back.
Summer smirked. “Try to keep you quiet.” She put her one hand on his hip, thumb running over his stomach, and used the other to lift his face to hers. Then she kissed him again, more passionately this time, plundering his mouth greedily.
”I didn’t know I was supposed to be fair,” she purred softly. She stroked his cheek, tracing the cheekbone, and kissed the path of her fingers. Reaching down, she grabbed Pietro’s wrists, shaking gently. “Ah, no. I thought I was supposed to work for it?” She pinned his hands to her hips and shifted again a little.
