Tony got up from the couch and opened the door. “Welcome back,” he said sharply before walking away from the door, letting Summer decide if she wanted to come in or not.
Anger burned off him in a wave. It was like being slapped. Actually, being slapped might hurt less, she thought. A little dazed from the pressure of it, she stepped inside, one hand fumbling for the back of the couch. “Tony … “
“When we first met you said you knew my type. Something about being the kind of guy that’s only interested in sex or some bullshit like that,” Tony grumbled, not looking at her. “You still think of me as that type. The type that wants to fuck everything that moves. Sometimes I just want to sit around and watch hoarders and have some snarky banter with you, okay?”
“Today I was thinking of you as the type who would reassure his girlfriend when she’d had a shit day,” Summer spat back, fingers digging into the cushions. “The type who would put his show on record because she wanted to— to fuck someone with a brain.” Her throat hurt, and there was a ringing in her ears. “Sometimes /I/ just want to believe that I’m a person worth being cared about.”
[Text] Not sorry. We don’t need to have sex all the fucking time, people do just hang out and talk you know. Just because I don’t want to fuck you all the time doesn’t mean I don’t want you around.
[Text] If you want to come back that’s fine but I’m not about to chase you down.
Tony scowled as he wrote the texts and threw it back onto the table as he sent them.
The text alert going off startled Summer so badly she shrieked a little, and a circle of tiny flames sprang up about her. It vanished almost as soon as it appeared, leaving a ring of blackened stone, and she pressed her hand to her hammering heart, staring at the marks. Slowly, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket to read the messages.
What should she say back? Was she really being too needy, too demanding? She hadn’t let Chuck have sex with her; she didn’t know how much was too much. Drawing up her ragged courage, she walked back to Tony’s place and tapped at the door.
Tony got up from the couch and opened the door. “Welcome back,” he said sharply before walking away from the door, letting Summer decide if she wanted to come in or not.
Anger burned off him in a wave. It was like being slapped. Actually, being slapped might hurt less, she thought. A little dazed from the pressure of it, she stepped inside, one hand fumbling for the back of the couch. “Tony … “
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
“You’re really not going to give this up, are you, Summer?” Tony groaned. “Am I going to have to go through this every time I tell you that I love you? If that’s the case I can easily stop.”
“Go through — !” she spluttered. “Fine. Just fine.” She rolled off the couch, face flaming, and flung his shirt at him. “You don’t want me either, that’s fine.” Tears starred her cheeks, unnoticed. “You just — you just call me if you change your mind, Tony.” Snatching up her bag, she jerked the door open and slammed it behind her.
She should have known better. She should always have known better, Summer told herself furiously, angry tears sliding down her face. Of course the sorority girls were right. In what world would anyone want to be with her? She would never be good enough.
[Text] Not sorry. We don’t need to have sex all the fucking time, people do just hang out and talk you know. Just because I don’t want to fuck you all the time doesn’t mean I don’t want you around.
[Text] If you want to come back that’s fine but I’m not about to chase you down.
Tony scowled as he wrote the texts and threw it back onto the table as he sent them.
The text alert going off startled Summer so badly she shrieked a little, and a circle of tiny flames sprang up about her. It vanished almost as soon as it appeared, leaving a ring of blackened stone, and she pressed her hand to her hammering heart, staring at the marks. Slowly, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket to read the messages.
What should she say back? Was she really being too needy, too demanding? She hadn’t let Chuck have sex with her; she didn’t know how much was too much. Drawing up her ragged courage, she walked back to Tony’s place and tapped at the door.
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
“You’re really not going to give this up, are you, Summer?” Tony groaned. “Am I going to have to go through this every time I tell you that I love you? If that’s the case I can easily stop.”
“Go through — !” she spluttered. “Fine. Just fine.” She rolled off the couch, face flaming, and flung his shirt at him. “You don’t want me either, that’s fine.” Tears starred her cheeks, unnoticed. “You just — you just call me if you change your mind, Tony.” Snatching up her bag, she jerked the door open and slammed it behind her.
She should have known better. She should always have known better, Summer told herself furiously, angry tears sliding down her face. Of course the sorority girls were right. In what world would anyone want to be with her? She would never be good enough.
Tony rolled his eyes, squirming a little as her hand slid into his pants. “You and hoarders are my top two, I promise.” He laughed a little. “But I won’t tell which is first and second.”
“Cruel, Tony, cruel.” Delicately, she curled her fingers against his skin, sliding around. She propped herself up against his shoulder better, and nimbly undid the button before bending to kiss and tongue down his chest.
“Seriously, Summer, you’re going to have to do better than undressing me. I regularly sit around my apartment naked watching TV.” He smirked down at her before returning his attention to the show. “Step up your game or give it up.”
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
Tony rolled his eyes, squirming a little as her hand slid into his pants. “You and hoarders are my top two, I promise.” He laughed a little. “But I won’t tell which is first and second.”
“Cruel, Tony, cruel.” Delicately, she curled her fingers against his skin, sliding around. She propped herself up against his shoulder better, and nimbly undid the button before bending to kiss and tongue down his chest.
“Seriously, Summer, you’re going to have to do better than undressing me. I regularly sit around my apartment naked watching TV.” He smirked down at her before returning his attention to the show. “Step up your game or give it up.”
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“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.
“Do your best.” Tony laughed, turning up the volume on the TV. “But I really think you underestimate how much I love hoarders.”
She slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. Against his skin, she murmured, “I suppose I overestimate how much you love me?”
Tony rolled his eyes, squirming a little as her hand slid into his pants. “You and hoarders are my top two, I promise.” He laughed a little. “But I won’t tell which is first and second.”
“Cruel, Tony, cruel.” Delicately, she curled her fingers against his skin, sliding around. She propped herself up against his shoulder better, and nimbly undid the button before bending to kiss and tongue down his chest.
“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.
“Do your best.” Tony laughed, turning up the volume on the TV. “But I really think you underestimate how much I love hoarders.”
She slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. Against his skin, she murmured, “I suppose I overestimate how much you love me?”
“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.
“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.