She looked a little startled. “Well, sure, since you’re offering.”
“Alright, follow me,” Tony beckoned with a hand before setting off inside the building. “I’ve got a lot of floors, so you’re going to be here awhile.”
Obediently Summer followed, openly gaping up and around. “You designed all this? /All/ of it?” Gentle fingertips brushed over molding, buttons, picture frames. “It’s beautiful.”
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*half-hearted wave, barely looking up*
*blinks and pauses, smiling gently* Detective Jack Harkness.. and who are you, lovely?
“Summer. Summer Rainault.” Her green eyes look somehow bruised, and there’s no return smile.
“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?”
“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?
He blinked. “Running away? Now.. Why are you running away, mm?” Jack put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “What would a pretty girl like yourself be running away from?”
Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”
“You — /you/ chose. Do you not see, Henry? You say you do not know your own heart, and yet — do you truly not see? Even before you heard me expose my heart, here, already you encouraged my emotion, and yet deny your own.” She stopped, looking earnestly up at Henry. “If in the end, in the end, Henry, it is not to be, I would wish to know that we took the chance. That you allowed yourself the chance.”
He looked at her and touched her face.
“I do not wish to break your heart if it is not meant to be… I would never wish that upon you but…” he stopped and looked at her again, and he leaned in closer, his lips almost touching hers again.
“I do not think I would deny you…”
Slowly, Summer closed the space between them, pressing her lips to his. Offering. Asking. After a moment, she pulled away, whispering, “For my own, if my heart be broken, it will ache the less for that I loved thee. Let me choose this, Henry. Mine heart is thine already, wilt not accept it?”
He leaned into the kiss and his lips followed hers as she moved away, and he wanted to kiss her again. His heart was beating wildly now and he just had such a desire to take her in his arms.
“I will…” he whispered to her as he took her face in his hands and kissed her again, but this was not a kiss like the other. This one was heavy with desire and want, and he moved his hands against her, trying to be as close as he could be with her. His fingers moved to her hair as he tightened his grip around her waist, moaning slightly into the kiss.
Henry’s arms encircled her, enclosing her in safety. Summer smiled into the kiss, relief and happiness suffusing her. His desire tasted of honey and wine, intoxicating to her senses. She pressed against him, trying to communicate her own want, fingers curling against his chest. But she refused to break the kiss even for a second, chasing his mouth if he tried to pull away, biting softly at his lips.
Writhing her shoulders into the pillows, Summer strove to thrust herself harder onto his fingers, aching for greater sensation. Her back bowed in ecstasy. “Humphrey … ” she gasped. “Why must you torment me so? Please, please … ” Clawed fingers striped his back, pulling him upward into a desperate, devouring kiss.
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“It’s a mutation. I’m sure you’ve worked with the X-Men before. In short, I was born this way.” Summer gave a twisted smirk. “That’s not all I can do.” Lightly, she projected friendliness at him, then changed it to terror, then dropped the projection altogether in favour of calling a little flame into her cupped hands. “Still curious?”
“Yeah. I did a little wor-” Cut short, the strangest feeling of comfortable ease washed over him, only to be quickly replaced with inexplicable terror. It crawled icily down his spine, but disappeared soon after, as if it never happened. His eyes fell to her cupped hands where she held a small flame. “That’s…impressive,” the scientist said simply. Tony’s brown eyes studied her carefully. “Curious? Why don’t you tell me if I am?” He arched an eyebrow with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, sure, you are, but that does take all the fun out of it.” Her smile nearly matched his. “Very detached curiosity, that. Like I’m a specimen. I don’t think I like that.” Summer’s green eyes held more than a hint of challenge now. “You’ve seen all my flashy tricks, Mr Stark. Anything else you’d like to see?”
A self-obsessed smirk tugged at the corner of the billionaire’s mouth. “What exactly are you implying?” He stared at her with an equally as challenging gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, anything you like. Ask me anything. I know you’re still curious.” Confidently, she stepped within arms’ reach. “Should I be challenging you to take a picture now, Mr Stark?”
“Key word there is ‘let’, hon. You can take me out to dinner one day if it makes you feel better.” Summer dropped into the empty chair with boneless ease, peeling the cap off the apple juice. “Is it okay to ask how you’re adjusting to our time? I think you’re the closest thing to a real time traveller I’ve ever seen.”
“Maybe I will.” Steve smiled and took a small bite out of his muffin, taking his time so as to enjoy it longer. “It’s totally fine.” he added after swallowing, “I get asked that a lot, and I can understand why. Well, it sure is different, but overall I’m slowly settling in. Don’t tell anyone though, but I had to read an instruction manual on how to use the Internet…”
She threw her head back and laughed. “My mother still calls me up to tell her how to use her computer. You are definitely not alone in that. There’s folks physically younger than you that have trouble with it.” Reaching out, Summer patted Steve’s hand. “You don’t have to let me ask all the questions, either.”
“The questions, I don’t mind at all. Really,” he returned the smile, and grinned at the sudden hand-patting which amused him for some reason.
“Has anybody offered to, I don’t know, show you around? Or did they just sort of leave you to your own devices?” Sticking her finger into the cream cheese, she swirled it around and licked it off like a little child. “I’d really like to be able to spend some time with you.”
“My lord, you are the King. It cannot be so.” Summer made herself meet his eyes. “I would entrust myself to your hands at any time. But,” she hesitated, searching his face turned down to hers, “why? You must have overheard me.” She coloured, but pressed on. “I meant to keep my feelings locked in my heart.”
He looked at her and then turned away, moving from her side.
“I do not wish you to think that I did such things because I am King or because I wished to take advantage of your thoughts and of your heart.” he said, and he sighed, “In truth… I know not how to feel about such things.”
Summer said, softly, “I could never think such. You are not such a man. Have I not said so before? I wish I could say, I will cease to love you, but I cannot. God has shaped me so, to love you, for your kindness and your wisdom.” Kneeling again, she seized his hand and kissed it. “You cannot take advantage of the willing heart. And I give you all mine.”
He knelt down beside her and he took her hand, “Please, do not do such things, I do not like to consider myself as a King when I am with you – but you know of such things, you know how the weight of the crown would ruin such things.”
Henry looked down at their hands.
“I do,” Summer sighed. “But surely God does not mean us to — to,” she broke off, unable to find the right words. “My lord, may I … I wish that you would kiss me again … “
“My lord, you are the King. It cannot be so.” Summer made herself meet his eyes. “I would entrust myself to your hands at any time. But,” she hesitated, searching his face turned down to hers, “why? You must have overheard me.” She coloured, but pressed on. “I meant to keep my feelings locked in my heart.”
He looked at her and then turned away, moving from her side.
“I do not wish you to think that I did such things because I am King or because I wished to take advantage of your thoughts and of your heart.” he said, and he sighed, “In truth… I know not how to feel about such things.”
Summer said, softly, “I could never think such. You are not such a man. Have I not said so before? I wish I could say, I will cease to love you, but I cannot. God has shaped me so, to love you, for your kindness and your wisdom.” Kneeling again, she seized his hand and kissed it. “You cannot take advantage of the willing heart. And I give you all mine.”
Involuntarily she looked up, hearing the movement of the other, and actually looked for the first time.
Poiters. The King’s favourite mount. And Henry the King.
A choked cry emerged from her mouth. Summer dropped to her knees, utterly heedless of anything else, and ducked her head. “Your Grace, I — ” Her throat closed up and words failed her. All she could do was wait for his wrath to descend on her, for her temerity in not recognising him immediately and in confessing such an unseemly emotion.
He stopped as he recognised her and he took a deep breath, as he stopped to look over at her.
“Lady Summer,” he said to her, and he saw her kneeling, and thought that she had fallen once again of her ankle, and he rushed to her, carefully picking her up. “You should not be riding with your ankle still unwell.”
“No, no please — don’t — Henry — ” As his name fell from her mouth Summer froze, certain that now, now his kindness would vanish like snow in summer, now she would be justly punished. Tears overflowed down her face, pulled to the surface by conflicting emotions.
