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.
“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.