She arched a brow. “Difficult to remove clothing you’re sitting on,” she pointed out wryly. She rocked back to her feet, just a few inches taller than him, and cupped one hand under his chin, lifting it to kiss him intently.
“It is?” he mumbled into the kiss, returning the favor. “I have done it before.” Oz’s hand kept playing with her hair, running his tongue along her lip.
Summer chuckled, drawing away slightly. “You just want me to do all the work while you lie back and feel superior. But that was not the suggestion you agreed to.”
“Oh, I /see/.” Summer’s smile was wry, amused, a little cutting. “Very well then.” A single smooth motion had her off the bed and to her feet, circling around to stand before him, heedless of her nudity. She traced her hands up his chest before pushing his shirt off his shoulders, then knelt, slowly, laughter in her eyes. Quick hands had his pinstripes undone before she sat back on her heels. “I think you’ll want to assist me here.”
Oz smirked. “Assist meaning?” he toyed, running his hand up and into her hair, brushing it back.
She arched a brow. “Difficult to remove clothing you’re sitting on,” she pointed out wryly. She rocked back to her feet, just a few inches taller than him, and cupped one hand under his chin, lifting it to kiss him intently.
“How odd. I’m all but guiding your hands, and yet still you sit, far more clothed than I. Are you waiting for something, Oz?”
“I’m waiting for you to fix it,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, I /see/.” Summer’s smile was wry, amused, a little cutting. “Very well then.” A single smooth motion had her off the bed and to her feet, circling around to stand before him, heedless of her nudity. She traced her hands up his chest before pushing his shirt off his shoulders, then knelt, slowly, laughter in her eyes. Quick hands had his pinstripes undone before she sat back on her heels. “I think you’ll want to assist me here.”
“And did I not tell you to seduce me? Did I not, in fact, tell you /how/? Or are you one of those poor souls who must possess, and command, and dominate?” Even more lazily, she turned completely on her back, stretching her arms upward and arching, breasts thrusting upward as her hair slithered off to pool around her shoulders.
“I’m more of a ‘take charge’ kind of man,” he smirked, looking down at her. His eyes obviously locked with her chest but he pried his gaze off.
“How odd. I’m all but guiding your hands, and yet still you sit, far more clothed than I. Are you waiting for something, Oz?”
She rolled to one side, propping herself up on an elbow. “You came here for a reason. What was it?” Her free hand lazily stroked over his thigh.
“Sex,” he answered plainly, locking his eye on her hand. A small grin formed.
“And did I not tell you to seduce me? Did I not, in fact, tell you /how/? Or are you one of those poor souls who must possess, and command, and dominate?” Even more lazily, she turned completely on her back, stretching her arms upward and arching, breasts thrusting upward as her hair slithered off to pool around her shoulders.
She went utterly boneless under his hands. “You began it,” she murmured. “Are you so fragile, then? Enough.”
Oz tightened his grip, reaching down and laying his hand down flat on her ass. “Enough what?” he questioned.
Oh, that was funny. He thought he could dominate her without asking first. Summer spoke very calmly. “You don’t want to do that.” A warning, first. But the fire trickled through her veins, waiting to be called.
He shrugged. “Alright,” he said, letting go and sitting beside her.
She rolled to one side, propping herself up on an elbow. “You came here for a reason. What was it?” Her free hand lazily stroked over his thigh.
She went utterly boneless under his hands. “You began it,” she murmured. “Are you so fragile, then? Enough.”
Oz tightened his grip, reaching down and laying his hand down flat on her ass. “Enough what?” he questioned.
Oh, that was funny. He thought he could dominate her without asking first. Summer spoke very calmly. “You don’t want to do that.” A warning, first. But the fire trickled through her veins, waiting to be called.
Summer sprawled bellydown on her bed, feet kicking in the air and copper hair obscuring her nudity. A fugitive sparkle at her throat hinted at the diamonds still there. “You have yet to deliver on your promise, Oz,” she purred. “I don’t like that. You know what I want.”
Oz walked over, leaning over her so their bodies didn’t touch. His hands were placed over her shoulders and one hand running up her back. “Don’t compare me to Tony,” he mumbled against her ear, hand gripping the back of her neck tightly. “It ruins the moment and makes me lack.”
She went utterly boneless under his hands. “You began it,” she murmured. “Are you so fragile, then? Enough.”
He was lying. A lot like Tony, actually, but she would let it pass. “Not in the the living room, darlin’,” she drawled, years’ experience enabling her to eel out from between him and the wall. Pulling her tanktop off, she tossed it down the hall in front of her, blue diamonds glittering under her hair. She held out a hand. “Coming?”
He gave a shocked expression. “What just happened?” he mumbled to himself before nodding and following. First he was being questioned and now he was possibly getting into bed with some fresh face. Even with the thoughts, he found himself with fingers fumbling the buttons on his vest and pulling it off, dropping it to the floor.
Summer sprawled bellydown on her bed, feet kicking in the air and copper hair obscuring her nudity. A fugitive sparkle at her throat hinted at the diamonds still there. “You have yet to deliver on your promise, Oz,” she purred. “I don’t like that. You know what I want.”
“The thing that makes you want so badly.” Stepping in, she pressed her mouth to his collarbone, peeling his shirt away. “Your having to ask that tells me you want to forget. So forget. Seduce me, Oz. Make me want you.”
He shook his head. “There is NOTHING I need to forget. I just want sex,” he mumbled, leaning closer to her and kissing her neck again. Oz pulled up on her shirt, letting a little eagerness show through the slow pace.
He was lying. A lot like Tony, actually, but she would let it pass. “Not in the the living room, darlin’,” she drawled, years’ experience enabling her to eel out from between him and the wall. Pulling her tanktop off, she tossed it down the hall in front of her, blue diamonds glittering under her hair. She held out a hand. “Coming?”