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That earned him a long arch of the neck. She pulled one arm out of its sleeve, then the other, leaving the top of the dress draped around her waist. “This is not a very good outfit to do a striptease in, and I am so bad at this.” She laughed and leaned back over, poking her nose in his bellybutton. Abandoning her dress for the moment, she unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his pants.

Summer looked up, through her eyelashes, the length of his body. “You’re wearing too much,” she murmured, crawling back up to stretch out alongside him. “Why don’t you do something about that?”

“Then make it a goofy striptease,” he advised, snickering quietly.  “Not like we’ve been so-damn-serious up to this point.  Why start now?”  And he would get to see her sans clothing regardless, which was always good.

He grinned.  “As you command.”  He unfastened his pants, hitched his thumbs into his belt loops, and arched his hips away from the mattress, so he could begin sliding his pants down, his hips shifting slowly to better facilitate the action.  He pulled them down far enough that he could kick them off, and then dropped flat again to stretch.  He slid her a glance.  “That any better?” he asked, because of course he had neglected boxers for the day.

Summer swallowed hard. “Much,” she whispered. Wriggling backward off the bed, eyes dark and biting at her lip, she slid the dress all the way off to pool at her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of it. Red waves of hair slipped over one shoulder as she turned her head to look at Tony, one hand smoothing the strap of her bra off her shoulder.

Twisting around, she repeated the action on the other side, then unhooked the back. Under the fall of hair, her hands slid over bare skin, diamonds flaring briefly between strands of red. Slowly, she stepped toward the bed again, eyes shyly hidden beneath lashes. One hand traced the curve of her hip.

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Summer grinned. “I’m curious what ‘excitable’ means. And I’m curious how obedient you’re feeling right now.” She climbed back onto the bed, stretching herself out along the length of his body. Delicately, she traced the scars and marks on his torso, fingertips slipping ever downward, occasionally bending to kiss or lick a particular point.

“When am I ever feeling particularly obedient?” Tony asked, arching one eyebrow.  He fell back the short distance to the bed, flat on his back again as he settled his hands on her hips, his fingers skating up her sides as she moved lower.  He offered her a cheeky grin and jerked his hips up once.  “See?  Excitable!”

She laid a hand on his fly, pressing a little and sitting up again. It pulled her from his grip. Slowly, she licked at her lips, sliding her left hand under the fabric of her dress at the throat. “So you don’t want to watch any more?” Summer asked, slipping the sleeve down and baring her shoulder.

He leaned up on one elbow again as she sat up.  His eyes followed the movement of her hand, before sweeping back across her shoulder and up the length of her neck to focus on her face.  “I never said that,” he replied, as he reached up with the hand he wasn’t leaning on to trail his fingers down her neck.

That earned him a long arch of the neck. She pulled one arm out of its sleeve, then the other, leaving the top of the dress draped around her waist. “This is not a very good outfit to do a striptease in, and I am so bad at this.” She laughed and leaned back over, poking her nose in his bellybutton. Abandoning her dress for the moment, she unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his pants.

Summer looked up, through her eyelashes, the length of his body. “You’re wearing too much,” she murmured, crawling back up to stretch out alongside him. “Why don’t you do something about that?”

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Summer grinned. “I’m curious what ‘excitable’ means. And I’m curious how obedient you’re feeling right now.” She climbed back onto the bed, stretching herself out along the length of his body. Delicately, she traced the scars and marks on his torso, fingertips slipping ever downward, occasionally bending to kiss or lick a particular point.

“When am I ever feeling particularly obedient?” Tony asked, arching one eyebrow.  He fell back the short distance to the bed, flat on his back again as he settled his hands on her hips, his fingers skating up her sides as she moved lower.  He offered her a cheeky grin and jerked his hips up once.  “See?  Excitable!”

She laid a hand on his fly, pressing a little and sitting up again. It pulled her from his grip. Slowly, she licked at her lips, sliding her left hand under the fabric of her dress at the throat. “So you don’t want to watch any more?” Summer asked, slipping the sleeve down and baring her shoulder.

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“My darling nightlight,” Summer purred, “nothing with you is easy.” She eased off the bed, shaking her hair out, and smiled over her shoulder. “Are you going to stay there and watch, or must I tie you up?”

“Easy is boring,” Tony said, matter-of-factly.  He pulled his arms down again, so he could lean up on his elbows.  “I dunno, I’m feeling pretty excitable tonight,” he said, fidgeting around on the bed even more than usual as he said it.  “You might have to tie me up.”

“Hmmm.” She slipped out of her shoes, padding barefoot over to the closet.  ”Perhaps we should start keeping rope on hand for these kinds of moments.” She slid her fingers over several of his ties, looking thoughtful, then pulled one off the rack and walked back, hips swaying.

“I’ll add it to the shopping list,” Tony replied, watching her course across the room.  “You hear that, Jarvis?” he said, head briefly tipped back towards the ceiling.  As expected, the house did not answer.  His eyebrows rose as she selected a tie, and he grinned as she made her way back.  “Gettin’ any interesting ideas?”

Summer grinned. “I’m curious what ‘excitable’ means. And I’m curious how obedient you’re feeling right now.” She climbed back onto the bed, stretching herself out along the length of his body. Delicately, she traced the scars and marks on his torso, fingertips slipping ever downward, occasionally bending to kiss or lick a particular point.

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“My darling nightlight,” Summer purred, “nothing with you is easy.” She eased off the bed, shaking her hair out, and smiled over her shoulder. “Are you going to stay there and watch, or must I tie you up?”

“Easy is boring,” Tony said, matter-of-factly.  He pulled his arms down again, so he could lean up on his elbows.  “I dunno, I’m feeling pretty excitable tonight,” he said, fidgeting around on the bed even more than usual as he said it.  “You might have to tie me up.”

“Hmmm.” She slipped out of her shoes, padding barefoot over to the closet.  “Perhaps we should start keeping rope on hand for these kinds of moments.” She slid her fingers over several of his ties, looking thoughtful, then pulled one off the rack and walked back, hips swaying.

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Tony groaned quietly as he kissed her again, and he grinned as the kiss broke.  “Not feelin’ up to trying it out here?” he teased, as he slid his hand down her back once more.  He cupped his hands under her thighs again, to disentangle her legs and set her down.  “If you insist.”  Her feet were only on the floor long enough for Tony to scoop her up bridal style and carry her into the bedroom.  He set her down on the edge of the bed, shrugged his shirt off, and leaned down to kiss her, one knee on the edge of the bed as he pushed her back.

Summer giggled, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait, wait, Tony, my hair … ow.” She rolled over, trying to pull her hair out from underneath, and piled it  on top of her head, then sat up to wrap her arms around his neck. “How,” she purred, “am I supposed to tie you up out there?”

Tony chuckled and ducked out from under her arms, so he could fall to the side onto the mattress and roll onto his back.  “What, you want me to make it easy?”  Bringing his arms over his head, he stretched, back arching away from the bed for a moment.  “There,” he said, entirely innocent, arms still over his head.  “How ‘bout now?”

“My darling nightlight,” Summer purred, “nothing with you is easy.” She eased off the bed, shaking her hair out, and smiled over her shoulder. “Are you going to stay there and watch, or must I tie you up?”

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Still unbuttoning his shirt, fingertips light over the arc reactor, she tipped her head to catch his mouth again. Little sounds shaped of growing need slipped from her throat. At last she couldn’t reach any more buttons, and began to trace the veins and nerves under his skin, scraping red lines with her fingernails. She nudged his head up to kiss along the line of his jaw, biting at the edges of goatee and bone. “Bedroom, Tony,” she breathed in his ear.

Tony groaned quietly as he kissed her again, and he grinned as the kiss broke.  “Not feelin’ up to trying it out here?” he teased, as he slid his hand down her back once more.  He cupped his hands under her thighs again, to disentangle her legs and set her down.  “If you insist.”  Her feet were only on the floor long enough for Tony to scoop her up bridal style and carry her into the bedroom.  He set her down on the edge of the bed, shrugged his shirt off, and leaned down to kiss her, one knee on the edge of the bed as he pushed her back.

Summer giggled, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait, wait, Tony, my hair … ow.” She rolled over, trying to pull her hair out from underneath, and piled it  on top of her head, then sat up to wrap her arms around his neck. “How,” she purred, “am I supposed to tie you up out there?”

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Summer made a contented noise, sliding her arms around his neck. She pulled away just long enough to say, “Pick me up,” and then plunged back in, twining her tongue with his. All she could think was how much she loved him. One hand slid up into his hair, tugging gently.

Tony hummed into the kiss, curled his hands around the backs of her legs, and picked her up.  He straightened back up to his full height, urging her legs around his waist as he did.  He pulled back with a nip to her lower lip, and trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat.

“Mmmh, Tony,” she groaned, head tipped back. Her hair spilled down her back and over his hands, softly swaying with the motion of their bodies. Blindly, she sought the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to undo them. The warmth of his skin ran red desire through her nerves, and she pressed her hips closer to his.

Tony leaned back against the most convenient wall, supporting the majority of Summer’s weight with one forearm, his other hand slipping up the back of her skirt.  He pressed them closer together with his hand in the small of her back.  Right.  Bedroom.  It was right there.  But it could wait.

Still unbuttoning his shirt, fingertips light over the arc reactor, she tipped her head to catch his mouth again. Little sounds shaped of growing need slipped from her throat. At last she couldn’t reach any more buttons, and began to trace the veins and nerves under his skin, scraping red lines with her fingernails. She nudged his head up to kiss along the line of his jaw, biting at the edges of goatee and bone. “Bedroom, Tony,” she breathed in his ear.