He laughed softly against her skin before he pushed up, resting back on his heels. “It is, but normally it lasts much longer.” He reached down and tugged her panties away, running his hands up her legs once more. He got up and quickly stripped, searching his pockets before he cursed under his breath. “…Fuck…no glove, no love, right?…” He was so angry with himself, why now of all times to be out of condoms…
Summer groaned, letting her head flop back against the covers. “Rob … ” She couldn’t help the whine that threaded her voice. Pushing up on her elbows, she looked at him, a little sulky, before she pressed her lips together. Very quietly, she said, “I, um, it’s okay. You don’t have to make an excuse.”
He looked up at her, thuroughly confused. “Excuse for what? I can’t just…” He moved to sit on the side of the bed. “You think I don’t want you or something?” he asked, placing his hand on hers, trying to ignore his raging hardon.
It seemed silly, when he put it into words like that. But she’d only ever had sex with one other man before, and her feelings were all tangled up. So she bit her lip, fixed her eyes on his hand, and nodded.
He shook his head and smiled. “Summer i want you so bad it hurts. I just don’t have any condoms…” He bit his lip as he looked at her. God she was beautiful… “It’s up to you, though…if you want to risk it…”
Instinct revolted at that. “If it was only maybe getting pregnant I wouldn’t worry,” she whispered. Embarrassment turned her face red, and she could not look at him. “But there are other things … I know I’m not the only girl you’ve been with. I can’t … I just … I can’t, Robert.”
He laughed softly against her skin before he pushed up, resting back on his heels. “It is, but normally it lasts much longer.” He reached down and tugged her panties away, running his hands up her legs once more. He got up and quickly stripped, searching his pockets before he cursed under his breath. “…Fuck…no glove, no love, right?…” He was so angry with himself, why now of all times to be out of condoms…
Summer groaned, letting her head flop back against the covers. “Rob … ” She couldn’t help the whine that threaded her voice. Pushing up on her elbows, she looked at him, a little sulky, before she pressed her lips together. Very quietly, she said, “I, um, it’s okay. You don’t have to make an excuse.”
He looked up at her, thuroughly confused. “Excuse for what? I can’t just…” He moved to sit on the side of the bed. “You think I don’t want you or something?” he asked, placing his hand on hers, trying to ignore his raging hardon.
It seemed silly, when he put it into words like that. But she’d only ever had sex with one other man before, and her feelings were all tangled up. So she bit her lip, fixed her eyes on his hand, and nodded.
“I know, dear, but you gave me the idea you wanted gentle.” He slipped a hand up her skirt as his other hand snaked behind her head, kissing her deeply. He groaned softly as he felt the heat through her panties. “Holding out on me.” He muttered it quickly against her lips, not willing to fully break the kiss. He did, though, to lay her down on the bed. He climbed over top of her and his eyes met hers as a palm ran up her stomach, groping one of her breasts a bit harder than he probably should.
“Not,” she tried to protest. His weight settled over her and she groaned, eyes flickering. “Robert … ” It came out in a gasp, fingernails clenching into the blanket. She could taste his desire in the front of her mind, overwhelming. “Not holding out … ” One hand lifted to the back of his neck, pulling him down.
He obliged without a thought, claiming her lips once more. He pushed her skirt up, laying against her fully now. He groaned as he felt the heat through his pants, rolling his hips against hers. God, the friction…these clothes were in the way. He pushed her hair away as he moved to kiss at her neck. “I hope you don’t mind…I’m not feeling patient enough for foreplay…” he muttered absently, doing anything and everything to make her ass ready as he was.
“This isn’t foreplay?” Summer blinked for a moment. Not that it mattered; everything he did felt so good. She hoped he didn’t mind her inexperience — or the way his touch blanked her mind of everything except soft moans and whimpers. She gripped onto his shoulders helplessly.
He laughed softly against her skin before he pushed up, resting back on his heels. “It is, but normally it lasts much longer.” He reached down and tugged her panties away, running his hands up her legs once more. He got up and quickly stripped, searching his pockets before he cursed under his breath. “…Fuck…no glove, no love, right?…” He was so angry with himself, why now of all times to be out of condoms…
Summer groaned, letting her head flop back against the covers. “Rob … ” She couldn’t help the whine that threaded her voice. Pushing up on her elbows, she looked at him, a little sulky, before she pressed her lips together. Very quietly, she said, “I, um, it’s okay. You don’t have to make an excuse.”
“I know, dear, but you gave me the idea you wanted gentle.” He slipped a hand up her skirt as his other hand snaked behind her head, kissing her deeply. He groaned softly as he felt the heat through her panties. “Holding out on me.” He muttered it quickly against her lips, not willing to fully break the kiss. He did, though, to lay her down on the bed. He climbed over top of her and his eyes met hers as a palm ran up her stomach, groping one of her breasts a bit harder than he probably should.
“Not,” she tried to protest. His weight settled over her and she groaned, eyes flickering. “Robert … ” It came out in a gasp, fingernails clenching into the blanket. She could taste his desire in the front of her mind, overwhelming. “Not holding out … ” One hand lifted to the back of his neck, pulling him down.
He obliged without a thought, claiming her lips once more. He pushed her skirt up, laying against her fully now. He groaned as he felt the heat through his pants, rolling his hips against hers. God, the friction…these clothes were in the way. He pushed her hair away as he moved to kiss at her neck. “I hope you don’t mind…I’m not feeling patient enough for foreplay…” he muttered absently, doing anything and everything to make her ass ready as he was.
“This isn’t foreplay?” Summer blinked for a moment. Not that it mattered; everything he did felt so good. She hoped he didn’t mind her inexperience — or the way his touch blanked her mind of everything except soft moans and whimpers. She gripped onto his shoulders helplessly.
She ducked her head, trying to hide behind the fall of hair, but stepped in closer, resting against his bare chest. “What do you want me to do with you? What have you always imagined someone would do?”
He laughed a bit and wrapped his arms around her. “That question could get very scarey very fast.” His hands ran absently through her hair. “Besides…this is about making you happy. What do you want to do with me?”
“Everyone always says that. What if what I want is to make you happy? Nobody ever claims me for this kind of thing anyway.” She closed her eyes and buried her face against his skin.
“Well, we’re at an impasse then.” He smiled and lifted her chin, kissing her lightly. “Well, my dear, if happy is what you want to make me, then a day of sin and frivolity we shall have.” Honestly…he was happy just to have a sober distraction for once. His mock scholarly voice went away and he kissed both her cheeks. “Sound good?”
“I don’t think I have enough experience to answer that properly,” she mused, looking in his eyes. “I just want you. How about you? Something you want?” Now that she wasn’t trying to keep her mind off it, his hand on her leg made her thrill.
He smiled and laid her down gently. “We’ll play it by ear…” He leaned down to kiss her neck, just under her collar, his weight half-resting on her as he laced his hands in hers, ‘pinning’ them at the level of her head. “Just tell me if you get any ideas, or I do something you don’t like…”
“Yes, Robert.” She smiled back, soft and happy, tilting her chin up. She rubbed her thumbs against the back of his hands, letting shields down and listening to his emotions. “That’s awfully nice. I don’t … should I take my shirt off?”
He smiled, inwardly thinking how cute it was that she’d asked that. “If you like, dear.” He smiled and pushed up off of her before he let her hands go, slipping one hand up under her shirt slowly, very keen on seeing her reaction. He couldn’t help his smile though. She was so gorgeous. He wasn’t sure how he could have gotten her had he not been famous. But he wasn’t about to break the illusion by asking. He’d not been paying attention to his actions and found his hand traveling again down her thigh, then back up, teasingly close to the prize.
Summer shuddered under his hand, green eyes sliding closed. Carefully, she sat up, pulling her shirt off. Copper-red hair poured over one shoulder, pooling over his hands and her lap. “Turn-about’s fair play, isn’t it?” She slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling him down into a more intense kiss. “I won’t break, Rob,” she whispered.
“I know, dear, but you gave me the idea you wanted gentle.” He slipped a hand up her skirt as his other hand snaked behind her head, kissing her deeply. He groaned softly as he felt the heat through her panties. “Holding out on me.” He muttered it quickly against her lips, not willing to fully break the kiss. He did, though, to lay her down on the bed. He climbed over top of her and his eyes met hers as a palm ran up her stomach, groping one of her breasts a bit harder than he probably should.
“Not,” she tried to protest. His weight settled over her and she groaned, eyes flickering. “Robert … ” It came out in a gasp, fingernails clenching into the blanket. She could taste his desire in the front of her mind, overwhelming. “Not holding out … ” One hand lifted to the back of his neck, pulling him down.
General Appearance: dark eyed, dark haired, fairly tall. Takes after her father almost entirely in appearance.
Personality: Very logical, analytical — mathematically oriented. “Smile, nod, then do whatever the fuck you were going to do anyway” — she really does have this kind of personality. Unlike her mother, she’s not very emotional — it’s not that she holds it inside so much as she mostly just doesn’t seem to feel strongly about things. Very observant, very swift to conclusions, and in fact a little confused by the way her parents both spend a lot of time in ‘dream’worlds. Fantasy isn’t a big thing to her.
Special Talents: She’s basically a math genius.
Who they like better: probably Robert.
Who they take after more: Robert.
Personal Head canon: She follows her parents into the arts, but always behind the scenes — money management and the math of arts is where she excels.
She ducked her head, trying to hide behind the fall of hair, but stepped in closer, resting against his bare chest. “What do you want me to do with you? What have you always imagined someone would do?”
He laughed a bit and wrapped his arms around her. “That question could get very scarey very fast.” His hands ran absently through her hair. “Besides…this is about making you happy. What do you want to do with me?”
“Everyone always says that. What if what I want is to make you happy? Nobody ever claims me for this kind of thing anyway.” She closed her eyes and buried her face against his skin.
“Well, we’re at an impasse then.” He smiled and lifted her chin, kissing her lightly. “Well, my dear, if happy is what you want to make me, then a day of sin and frivolity we shall have.” Honestly…he was happy just to have a sober distraction for once. His mock scholarly voice went away and he kissed both her cheeks. “Sound good?”
“I don’t think I have enough experience to answer that properly,” she mused, looking in his eyes. “I just want you. How about you? Something you want?” Now that she wasn’t trying to keep her mind off it, his hand on her leg made her thrill.
He smiled and laid her down gently. “We’ll play it by ear…” He leaned down to kiss her neck, just under her collar, his weight half-resting on her as he laced his hands in hers, ‘pinning’ them at the level of her head. “Just tell me if you get any ideas, or I do something you don’t like…”
“Yes, Robert.” She smiled back, soft and happy, tilting her chin up. She rubbed her thumbs against the back of his hands, letting shields down and listening to his emotions. “That’s awfully nice. I don’t … should I take my shirt off?”
He smiled, inwardly thinking how cute it was that she’d asked that. “If you like, dear.” He smiled and pushed up off of her before he let her hands go, slipping one hand up under her shirt slowly, very keen on seeing her reaction. He couldn’t help his smile though. She was so gorgeous. He wasn’t sure how he could have gotten her had he not been famous. But he wasn’t about to break the illusion by asking. He’d not been paying attention to his actions and found his hand traveling again down her thigh, then back up, teasingly close to the prize.
Summer shuddered under his hand, green eyes sliding closed. Carefully, she sat up, pulling her shirt off. Copper-red hair poured over one shoulder, pooling over his hands and her lap. “Turn-about’s fair play, isn’t it?” She slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling him down into a more intense kiss. “I won’t break, Rob,” she whispered.
She ducked her head, trying to hide behind the fall of hair, but stepped in closer, resting against his bare chest. “What do you want me to do with you? What have you always imagined someone would do?”
He laughed a bit and wrapped his arms around her. “That question could get very scarey very fast.” His hands ran absently through her hair. “Besides…this is about making you happy. What do you want to do with me?”
“Everyone always says that. What if what I want is to make you happy? Nobody ever claims me for this kind of thing anyway.” She closed her eyes and buried her face against his skin.
“Well, we’re at an impasse then.” He smiled and lifted her chin, kissing her lightly. “Well, my dear, if happy is what you want to make me, then a day of sin and frivolity we shall have.” Honestly…he was happy just to have a sober distraction for once. His mock scholarly voice went away and he kissed both her cheeks. “Sound good?”
“I don’t think I have enough experience to answer that properly,” she mused, looking in his eyes. “I just want you. How about you? Something you want?” Now that she wasn’t trying to keep her mind off it, his hand on her leg made her thrill.
He smiled and laid her down gently. “We’ll play it by ear…” He leaned down to kiss her neck, just under her collar, his weight half-resting on her as he laced his hands in hers, ‘pinning’ them at the level of her head. “Just tell me if you get any ideas, or I do something you don’t like…”
“Yes, Robert.” She smiled back, soft and happy, tilting her chin up. She rubbed her thumbs against the back of his hands, letting shields down and listening to his emotions. “That’s awfully nice. I don’t … should I take my shirt off?”