“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.