iamthefirechild said:
She undid more buttons, fingers sliding around the arc, eyes hazy. “You don’t know what it feels like, having your desire literally feeding mine.” She shuddered, rocking hips against his. “Tony, my Tony …”
It was a strange change, when he didn’t even react to her hands around the reactor. “What’s it like, then?” he asked. His hips pressed forwards and upwards. He rolled his shoulders, shirt slipping off them and sliding down his arms. His fingers skirted down her neck, along her clavicles, down her sides to settle on her hips to pull her closer.
Summer laid herself along his chest, one hand lifting to free her hair from its clip to spill over their bodies. “Everything is twice as powerful,” she said, nosing at his collarbone. “That … sensitivity of touch, so rapid … ahh. Sometimes you don’t even have to touch me.” She shifted to lick at a nipple. “Words don’t work.”
Humming in acknowledgement, he dragged the fingers of one hand through her hair as it spilled loose, his other hand sliding up her back, along the bumps of her spine, until he could unclasp her bra. He pushed it forward, off of her shoulders, and then let that join her shirt on the end of the couch. He cupped one breast, thumb flicking over the nipple.
“Might stop wearing those,” Summer commented lazily, drawing lines with kisses and tongue on chest and shoulder. The fine hairs stood up on her arms in response to his touch, a shiver tracing her spine. Every nerve he touched was on fire, sending heat to settle in the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head from his skin to catch his mouth again, nipping at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue, hands rising along his back to tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck.