“Of course I’m gunna brag about it,” Tony laughed, rolling his eyes. “But not to my friends. Just to you. You think I’m gunna let you forget this ever?” He chuckled, giving Summer a gentle kiss. “Good to know you still think I’m that much of an asshole though.”
She whacked him. A rush of feeling, complex and tangled, drove energy through her bones, and she sat up, climbed off his lap, and grabbed his hand. “Not on the couch. I want a bed, a proper bed, and more kisses.”
“Whatever you say, princess,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. He quickly led Summer to his room and threw himself on the bed. “Come on,” he grinned, holding his arms out to her. “We got all night but I hate waiting,” he laughed.
Slowly, she climbed onto the bed after him, sliding into his arms and lifting her face to his. A few kisses, slow and hot, emboldened her enough to push him over on his back. One leg swung over his hip, and then she was clutching his hands, eyes wide and a little frightened, and pressing down on his cock.
Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
“Who the fuck is Carrie?” Tony asked stupidly. “I have never in my life been with a girl named Carrie.” Tony was completely and utterly in the dark. “I don’t think I even know anyone named Carrie.”
“It’s a movie. And a book. A couple movies. I was thinking of the sequel one, where the boys play a game of screwing girls and bragging about it after.” Summer rested her head on his shoulder, one hand groping for his. “The closest I’ve ever come to sex was being fingered. I’m just … I don’t … “
“Of course I’m gunna brag about it,” Tony laughed, rolling his eyes. “But not to my friends. Just to you. You think I’m gunna let you forget this ever?” He chuckled, giving Summer a gentle kiss. “Good to know you still think I’m that much of an asshole though.”
She whacked him. A rush of feeling, complex and tangled, drove energy through her bones, and she sat up, climbed off his lap, and grabbed his hand. “Not on the couch. I want a bed, a proper bed, and more kisses.”
Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
“Who the fuck is Carrie?” Tony asked stupidly. “I have never in my life been with a girl named Carrie.” Tony was completely and utterly in the dark. “I don’t think I even know anyone named Carrie.”
“It’s a movie. And a book. A couple movies. I was thinking of the sequel one, where the boys play a game of screwing girls and bragging about it after.” Summer rested her head on his shoulder, one hand groping for his. “The closest I’ve ever come to sex was being fingered. I’m just … I don’t … “
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
Tony opened his eyes and looked up to her, worried that he had done something to make her uncomfortable. “Summer? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s not you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’m afraid of pain. I’m afraid this is going to turn out to be an awful joke, like Carrie. I’m afraid I’m making a fool of myself, loving you.”
Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
Tony’s kiss eased away some of her fear. Summer closed her eyes, not breaking away from kissing him, and carefully slid herself back into his lap. She had to stop, breathing shallowly, kneeling over him, warmth trapped between them. “Tony?” Her voice trembled.
big spoon/little spoon: Summer is most often the little spoon, because she sleeps much better when Tony’s warmth is at her back
favorite non-sexual activity: most frequent activity is studying, but favourite is playing video games or watching movies
who uses all the hot water: Summer does, because she revels in long, hot baths
most trivial thing they fight over: their self-descriptions. He says he’s irresistible; she says she’s not lovable
who does most of the cleaning: she does, because she’s more compulsively tidy than he is. But her books are everywhere.
what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: they don’t do netflix; Tony just buys the movies. But they save mythbusters, dark matters, castle, justified.
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: She does. But it’s his name that has the clout to get things done.
who steals the blankets: Summer does. She gets chilled easily.
who leaves their stuff around: They both do. Hers gets tidied away more often, though.
who remembers to buy the milk: She does.
who remembers anniversaries: She does, but rarely makes a big deal out of it. It gets mentioned, and that’s about it.
who cooks normally?: They share it.
how often do they fight?: They disagree a lot, sniping, bantering, sharpening tongues on each other. But deep emotional fights are rare.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: classes, study.
nicknames for each other?: She calls him Tonybaby, Mr Irresistible, geekboy. He calls her sweetness, princess, nerdgirl.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: He is. He may hate his father, and earned scholarships for school, but his allowance is still greater than hers.
who steals the covers at night?: She does.
what would they get each other for gifts?: He buys her books, sweets, movies. She finds him curious or interesting mechanical or electrical toys.
who kissed who first?: He did.
who made the first move?: Hard to say.
who remembers things?: They both do; it depends on what it is as to who remembers it first
who started the relationship?: He kissed her, but she asked him out (because he dared her to)
who cusses more?: this is SO a tie. She’s more creative, though.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: He would flip out a lot; she would fall into that non-emotional problem-solving mode, /then/ flip out.
Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
“Wallet,” Tony said, pointing to his jeans. “Left back pocket,” he instructed as Summer leaned off of him to grab the condom. While she was up he slowly slid off his boxers and tossed them at Summer with a smirk.
One quick hand flashed up and batted the fabric aside, even as she tossed the foil-wrapped package at him. Her hair swirled around her hips as she moved, climbing back on to the couch to settle next to Tony. A little fear informed the rate of her pulse — not of what she was going to do, but of what it would be like. Would he be disappointed in her? She bent her head, kissing his shoulder, watching his clever hands.
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.
Tony was ready to send out a retort when Summer’s mouth pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. His arms ran down her bare back and his hands cupped her ass. He pulled out of the kiss. “Yeah you’re a fucking tease,” he smirked. “And I think my friend in my boxers would agree,” he winked.
Haltingly, she said, “Do you have … protection?” Gods, she wanted him. There had been reasons to wait, but she couldn’t bring them to mind right now. Tony was so cute, and so willing, and so terribly sexy, and she was damn tired of always saying ‘no’. She pressed her hips down in search of some friction, anything.
Tony placed his fingers under Summer’s shirt and slowly began to pull it up. As much as he wanted this, he wanted to make sure Summer was okay. “Is this what you want?” he whispered when the shirt was about half way up her stomach. He kept lifting the shirt until it was right below her chest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against his skin. She wormed one arm out of the shirt, revealing that she wore nothing under it, then quickly pulled it over her head, loosening her hair even more, so that it fell in a fine rain of red strands over her shoulders. Then she kissed him again, slow, nibbling at his lower lip.
“That’s why I didn’t feel a bra,” Tony smirked, as he started rubbing her back again. “You’re awesome,” he said with a big grin. He took his hands from her back and put them onto her hips. “So you gunna get these boxers off me or am I gunna have to do that myself?”
“Are you in a hurry? Somewhere else to be?” she asked. Putting her hands over his, she drew them up her sides, over the the dip above her hips and along each curve. “I’m lazy, and nobody cares what I look like,” she muttered, eyes flicking away. She slid one fingertip along the top edge of his boxers, watching to see if he shuddered again.
“If you don’t rip them off something else will.” Tony smirked. As Summer ran her fingers over the top of his boxers he shivered violently. “God damn you’re such a tease,” he groaned, closing his eyes tight.
“/I’m/ a tease? Your mouth is a /sin/, sir, and you talk too much,” Summer told him, rising on her knees a little to press her whole body against him, thumbs tucked into the top of the waistband. She prevented a reply, catching his mouth with hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her, with only fabric separating them, and rocked her hips a little.
