“Well it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave you whatever you want.” Tony laughed kissing her back. “But thanks for noticing all my sexy. I’ve been going to the gym when I’m not too busy taking care of you,” he teased.
Summer simulated extreme shock. “Taking /care/ of me? I thought you enjoyed my presence!” She scrambled off the couch. throwing Tony a disdainful look. “And here I was certain I had been the one to ask you, because I was a strong, independent woman.” She made to go for the door, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.
Tony noticed that Summer was watching him and rolled his eyes. “You’re no Meryl Streep.” Tony laughed, not bothering to get up from the couch. “But if you insist on going I guess I’ll just have to have a nice evening on the couch all by myself. Maybe I’ll finally get to watch all the episodes of hoarders I’ve been saving.” He grinned flipping on the TV.
Sighing, she flung herself back on the couch next to him. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop.” One hand wandered up under his shirt, though her gaze was elsewhere. Part of her mind was on the feel of his skin under her fingertips, the muscles underneath, the softness, the motion of his breathing; the other part was, inevitably, on the events of the day, prying at her thoughts, their motivations, the sinking knowledge of never being the right thing.
“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.”
“Well it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave you whatever you want.” Tony laughed kissing her back. “But thanks for noticing all my sexy. I’ve been going to the gym when I’m not too busy taking care of you,” he teased.
Summer simulated extreme shock. “Taking /care/ of me? I thought you enjoyed my presence!” She scrambled off the couch. throwing Tony a disdainful look. “And here I was certain I had been the one to ask you, because I was a strong, independent woman.” She made to go for the door, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.
Tony noticed that Summer was watching him and rolled his eyes. “You’re no Meryl Streep.” Tony laughed, not bothering to get up from the couch. “But if you insist on going I guess I’ll just have to have a nice evening on the couch all by myself. Maybe I’ll finally get to watch all the episodes of hoarders I’ve been saving.” He grinned flipping on the TV.
Sighing, she flung herself back on the couch next to him. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop.” One hand wandered up under his shirt, though her gaze was elsewhere. Part of her mind was on the feel of his skin under her fingertips, the muscles underneath, the softness, the motion of his breathing; the other part was, inevitably, on the events of the day, prying at her thoughts, their motivations, the sinking knowledge of never being the right thing.
“I guess I could say that I reciprocate those feelings towards you.” Tony grinned.
“Tony, ple~ease?” Summer wailed.
“God you’re so needy,” Tony teased, looking into her eyes. “I love you Summer.”
“And you are such a tease.” Her eyes glittered, and she pounced at him. “Sitting there all sexy, dragging this out, when all I need is a little comfort. Cruel, cruel Tony.” She pressed her mouth to his, kissing hard and deep.
“Well it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave you whatever you want.” Tony laughed kissing her back. “But thanks for noticing all my sexy. I’ve been going to the gym when I’m not too busy taking care of you,” he teased.
Summer simulated extreme shock. “Taking /care/ of me? I thought you enjoyed my presence!” She scrambled off the couch. throwing Tony a disdainful look. “And here I was certain I had been the one to ask you, because I was a strong, independent woman.” She made to go for the door, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.
“I guess I could say that I reciprocate those feelings towards you.” Tony grinned.
“Tony, ple~ease?” Summer wailed.
“God you’re so needy,” Tony teased, looking into her eyes. “I love you Summer.”
“And you are such a tease.” Her eyes glittered, and she pounced at him. “Sitting there all sexy, dragging this out, when all I need is a little comfort. Cruel, cruel Tony.” She pressed her mouth to his, kissing hard and deep.
“It’s not my fault that you’re being vague.” He grinned, poking her back. “Now what exactly do you want me to say?”
She wrinkled her nose at him disgustedly. “Tony. Fine.” She turned her face away, sighing a little. “Say you love me?”
Tony smirked. “Fine, since you asked so nicely.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “You love me.”
“Oh, god, I’m going to kill you,” she moaned, dragging her hands down her face. “Anthony Stark, do not trifle with my poor maiden’s heart. I know perfectly well /I/ love /you/.”
“I guess I could say that I reciprocate those feelings towards you.” Tony grinned.
“It’s not my fault that you’re being vague.” He grinned, poking her back. “Now what exactly do you want me to say?”
She wrinkled her nose at him disgustedly. “Tony. Fine.” She turned her face away, sighing a little. “Say you love me?”
Tony smirked. “Fine, since you asked so nicely.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “You love me.”
“Oh, god, I’m going to kill you,” she moaned, dragging her hands down her face. “Anthony Stark, do not trifle with my poor maiden’s heart. I know perfectly well /I/ love /you/.”
“Probably not,” Tony teased. “To come bail you out of jail I’d have to put on pants. Totally not worth it. I’ll be sure to pick you up when you get out in like fifty years though.”
“I don’t think I’ll set them on fire, then, I’d miss you too much. Looks like lying here complaining is the order of the day.” She snuggled closer to Tony. “So long as those girls don’t take you away from me, I will ignore them. I belong with you.”
“Of course you do,” Tony smiled, wrapping his arm around her. “I don’t think you need to worry about them stealing me from you. I’m entirely too terrified of what’d you do to me.” he laughed.
Summer flung up a hand, smiling. “Why is everyone scared of me? I swear, I’m harmless and innocent and adorable. Besides, I don’t want you to stay with me because you’re scared, I want you to stay because you love me.” Then she blinked in shock and slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Adorable, I’ll agree with but innocent and harmless I’m not buying,” Tony laughed. He grinned and moved Summer’s hand away before leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “Can’t I be scared of you and in love with you?”
“Say that again,” she pleaded.
“What? That I’m scared of you?” He grinned.
“No, the other.” Biting at her lip, she did her best to look innocent and appealing and entirely adorable.
“Probably not,” Tony teased. “To come bail you out of jail I’d have to put on pants. Totally not worth it. I’ll be sure to pick you up when you get out in like fifty years though.”
“I don’t think I’ll set them on fire, then, I’d miss you too much. Looks like lying here complaining is the order of the day.” She snuggled closer to Tony. “So long as those girls don’t take you away from me, I will ignore them. I belong with you.”
“Of course you do,” Tony smiled, wrapping his arm around her. “I don’t think you need to worry about them stealing me from you. I’m entirely too terrified of what’d you do to me.” he laughed.
Summer flung up a hand, smiling. “Why is everyone scared of me? I swear, I’m harmless and innocent and adorable. Besides, I don’t want you to stay with me because you’re scared, I want you to stay because you love me.” Then she blinked in shock and slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Adorable, I’ll agree with but innocent and harmless I’m not buying,” Tony laughed. He grinned and moved Summer’s hand away before leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “Can’t I be scared of you and in love with you?”