Summer opened her mouth, then closed it. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted finally. “Or do.” Despite that, she got up and stepped slowly toward Tony. If it was just an elaborate joke, he’d move away now. She wouldn’t force him. One hand lifted to pull him down, to kiss him.
“Well now you’re finally getting the idea.” Tony grinned, leaning into the kiss. “So you believe me now?” Tony said with a chuckle in his voice.
“Not sure yet,” she whispered. “Come sit down so my toes don’t break and persuade me some more.”
“You really need more persuasion?” Tony asked in disbelief. “I called you a pain in the ass and kissed you. What else can I do?” he laughed.
“No, you idiot, I /need/ you to kiss me some more, somewhere that I’m not breaking my neck trying to get to your mouth.” Summer rolled her eyes at him.
“Maybe I have a little crush on you Summer,” Tony said wiggling his eyebrows at her. “What’s so far fetched about a self obsessed genius having a crush on the annoying too smart nerd girl?”
She spluttered, failing at an answer for a long moment. Finally she managed, “Because it’s never happened before. Not seriously. The one guy I ever dated, I asked him out. Four months later he claimed I’d cast a spell on him to make him love me.” Her face burned, confessing that. But as long as she was telling truths …
“Besides, you liking me would be too much like a dream come true.”
“Well wake up Summer cause I got a crush on you.” Tony grinned. “You’re annoying and too damn smart and it drives me nuts. But here we are. Tony Stark has a crush on you.”
Summer opened her mouth, then closed it. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted finally. “Or do.” Despite that, she got up and stepped slowly toward Tony. If it was just an elaborate joke, he’d move away now. She wouldn’t force him. One hand lifted to pull him down, to kiss him.
“Well now you’re finally getting the idea.” Tony grinned, leaning into the kiss. “So you believe me now?” Tony said with a chuckle in his voice.
“Not sure yet,” she whispered. “Come sit down so my toes don’t break and persuade me some more.”
“Maybe I have a little crush on you Summer,” Tony said wiggling his eyebrows at her. “What’s so far fetched about a self obsessed genius having a crush on the annoying too smart nerd girl?”
She spluttered, failing at an answer for a long moment. Finally she managed, “Because it’s never happened before. Not seriously. The one guy I ever dated, I asked him out. Four months later he claimed I’d cast a spell on him to make him love me.” Her face burned, confessing that. But as long as she was telling truths …
“Besides, you liking me would be too much like a dream come true.”
“Well wake up Summer cause I got a crush on you.” Tony grinned. “You’re annoying and too damn smart and it drives me nuts. But here we are. Tony Stark has a crush on you.”
Summer opened her mouth, then closed it. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted finally. “Or do.” Despite that, she got up and stepped slowly toward Tony. If it was just an elaborate joke, he’d move away now. She wouldn’t force him. One hand lifted to pull him down, to kiss him.
“Who said it was a joke?” Tony said raising his eyebrows.
“Why would it not be a joke? I don’t think I’m your type, Tony.” One hand caught the back of the chair she’d been sitting in earlier, and she dropped into it, not meeting Tony’s eyes. She could still feel the press of his mouth to hers, and she couldn’t decide if she was annoyed and being taken advantage of, or wanted more.
“I don’t have a type.” Tony rolled his eyes. “If you’ll remember I’m pretty against generalizations. I kissed you because I wanted to.” He held up his phone. “Now will you shut up for like two seconds while I order the pizza?” he smirked.
“I am /so/ confused,” Summer muttered to herself. She rubbed at her face. When Tony hung up the phone, she sighed. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I kissed you because I wanted to. And so you would stop tormenting my fish.” Tony shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re so confused about.”
“Tony,” Summer explained matter-of-factly, “Nobody wants to kiss me. I’m not pretty, I’m a nerd, and I’m annoying and too smart. You want to give the /real/ reason?”
“Maybe I have a little crush on you Summer,” Tony said wiggling his eyebrows at her. “What’s so far fetched about a self obsessed genius having a crush on the annoying too smart nerd girl?”
She spluttered, failing at an answer for a long moment. Finally she managed, “Because it’s never happened before. Not seriously. The one guy I ever dated, I asked him out. Four months later he claimed I’d cast a spell on him to make him love me.” Her face burned, confessing that. But as long as she was telling truths …
“Besides, you liking me would be too much like a dream come true.”
“Who said it was a joke?” Tony said raising his eyebrows.
“Why would it not be a joke? I don’t think I’m your type, Tony.” One hand caught the back of the chair she’d been sitting in earlier, and she dropped into it, not meeting Tony’s eyes. She could still feel the press of his mouth to hers, and she couldn’t decide if she was annoyed and being taken advantage of, or wanted more.
“I don’t have a type.” Tony rolled his eyes. “If you’ll remember I’m pretty against generalizations. I kissed you because I wanted to.” He held up his phone. “Now will you shut up for like two seconds while I order the pizza?” he smirked.
“I am /so/ confused,” Summer muttered to herself. She rubbed at her face. When Tony hung up the phone, she sighed. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I kissed you because I wanted to. And so you would stop tormenting my fish.” Tony shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re so confused about.”
“Tony,” Summer explained matter-of-factly, “Nobody wants to kiss me. I’m not pretty, I’m a nerd, and I’m annoying and too smart. You want to give the /real/ reason?”
“Who said it was a joke?” Tony said raising his eyebrows.
“Why would it not be a joke? I don’t think I’m your type, Tony.” One hand caught the back of the chair she’d been sitting in earlier, and she dropped into it, not meeting Tony’s eyes. She could still feel the press of his mouth to hers, and she couldn’t decide if she was annoyed and being taken advantage of, or wanted more.
“I don’t have a type.” Tony rolled his eyes. “If you’ll remember I’m pretty against generalizations. I kissed you because I wanted to.” He held up his phone. “Now will you shut up for like two seconds while I order the pizza?” he smirked.
“I am /so/ confused,” Summer muttered to herself. She rubbed at her face. When Tony hung up the phone, she sighed. “What the fuck is going on?”
“That sounds like a challenge,” Tony said walking over to her with a mischievous look. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. “Note that I didn’t touch your hands so the bet continues on,” he smirked as he pulled away.
Summer froze. Very slowly, she lifted a shaking hand to her mouth.
“I don’t fuck around when it comes to my fish,” Tony said curtly as he returned to the kitchen to order the pizza.
She forced herself to take a deep breath before she said anything. “I haven’t been kissed in over a year,” she told him quietly. “Please don’t … do that as a joke.” She thought she might be sick.
“Who said it was a joke?” Tony said raising his eyebrows.
“Why would it not be a joke? I don’t think I’m your type, Tony.” One hand caught the back of the chair she’d been sitting in earlier, and she dropped into it, not meeting Tony’s eyes. She could still feel the press of his mouth to hers, and she couldn’t decide if she was annoyed and being taken advantage of, or wanted more.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Tony said walking over to her with a mischievous look. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. “Note that I didn’t touch your hands so the bet continues on,” he smirked as he pulled away.
Summer froze. Very slowly, she lifted a shaking hand to her mouth.
“I don’t fuck around when it comes to my fish,” Tony said curtly as he returned to the kitchen to order the pizza.
She forced herself to take a deep breath before she said anything. “I haven’t been kissed in over a year,” she told him quietly. “Please don’t … do that as a joke.” She thought she might be sick.
She shrugged. “Sure, that’s fine. No pineapple, though. Fruit does not belong on pizza.” It was a definitive statement, and she grinned, waiting for his reaction, before climbing up out of the chair. Going over to the fish tank again, she tapped at the side.
“Hey! No tapping on the glass! Are you trying to give my baby a heart attack?” Tony said, this time waving his phone at her. “Step away from the fish, young lady, or I’ll have to put you under arrest.”
“Make me,” she taunted, not even bothering to look at him. “You couldn’t arrest me if you /wanted/ to.” One hand spread flat on the glass, she traced the end of one long braid against it, trying to get the fish’s attention.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Tony said walking over to her with a mischievous look. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. “Note that I didn’t touch your hands so the bet continues on,” he smirked as he pulled away.
Summer froze. Very slowly, she lifted a shaking hand to her mouth.
“Hey hey hey!” Tony said waving a wooden spoon at Summer. “Get away from that fish tank.” He had been in the kitchen for about 20 minutes trying to figure out what to make them for dinner. “It’s not that I don’t trust you around breakable stuff; I just don’t trust you around my fish.” Tony laughed. “I’m still convinced you’re gunna murder my little Herbie.”
“I /am/ part cat,” Summer teased, ostentatiously putting her hands behind her back. “I’m really not that picky, Tony. If this is a bid to impress me it’s not working.” She straddled a chair backward, propping her chin on the back of it and watching him generally frown at his kitchen.
“I’m not gunna win this bet with macaroni and cheese,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. He turned and opened the refrigerator door and looked inside for the tenth time. “Fuck I give up. How about I just order pizza?” he said, pushing the door close with a defeated look on his face.
She shrugged. “Sure, that’s fine. No pineapple, though. Fruit does not belong on pizza.” It was a definitive statement, and she grinned, waiting for his reaction, before climbing up out of the chair. Going over to the fish tank again, she tapped at the side.
“Hey! No tapping on the glass! Are you trying to give my baby a heart attack?” Tony said, this time waving his phone at her. “Step away from the fish, young lady, or I’ll have to put you under arrest.”
“Make me,” she taunted, not even bothering to look at him. “You couldn’t arrest me if you /wanted/ to.” One hand spread flat on the glass, she traced the end of one long braid against it, trying to get the fish’s attention.