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.
Summer didn’t bother to reply, just stepped into the elevator and pushed Tony up against the back wall. “Penthouse, Jarvis.” She went after the vest buttons with single-minded intensity, followed by the knot on his tie.
Whether to let them pretend they had something like privacy or just because he wanted nothing to do with the current activities, Jarvis remained silent as the elevator began to rise. Tony batted Summer’s hands aside, to deftly tug his tie off with one hand for her.
“I want to fill your schedule tonight, Mr Stark,” she teased, taking his free hand to kiss the palm. She took the tie away, looping it around her neck and reaching to undo the button at his throat. One gentle finger traced along the neat edges of his goatee.
He grinned and curled his free hand around her hip. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” The elevator dinged as it opened to the penthouse, and he backed her out. He set the boxes down on the nearest table, and cupped her jaw with his now free hand, so he could lean down to kiss her.
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.
Summer didn’t bother to reply, just stepped into the elevator and pushed Tony up against the back wall. “Penthouse, Jarvis.” She went after the vest buttons with single-minded intensity, followed by the knot on his tie.
Whether to let them pretend they had something like privacy or just because he wanted nothing to do with the current activities, Jarvis remained silent as the elevator began to rise. Tony batted Summer’s hands aside, to deftly tug his tie off with one hand for her.
“I want to fill your schedule tonight, Mr Stark,” she teased, taking his free hand to kiss the palm. She took the tie away, looping it around her neck and reaching to undo the button at his throat. One gentle finger traced along the neat edges of his goatee.
“Oh, I don’t,” she shrugged. “The only way to know is to try. I figure, if I tie your hands behind your back, or maybe to the bed, and all you can do is watch, it ought to get a pretty good reaction even if you don’t beg.” Her face heated a little, thinking about it. “Would you like to be busy tonight, Tony?”
Tony shifted his grip on the steering wheel and glanced at her again. That was definitely an idea with more than a little merit. He cleared his throat. “Ah—yeah. Not really a question that needs to be asked.” The car approached the tower, and Tony turned it into the drive and down into the garage. Once parked, he slid out, and stepped over to the passenger side to open it with an exaggerated bow and a sweeping gesture.
The whisper of his interest in the back of her mind was sweet as chocolate on her tongue. Following Tony’s lead, with an attempt at a sultry smile, she stepped out of the car. One hand reached out to caress his arm, and then she couldn’t wait any longer, and pulled his head down to give him the passionate kiss for gratitude.
There was a short laugh as she pulled him down, before it was rather justifiably muffled and silenced. He kept it brief, though, leaning away and collecting the leftovers from the car. “There’s a penthouse, you know. It’s got a bed and everything. I hear it’s much better for these sorts of shenanigans,” he pointed out, and ushered her towards the elevator.
Summer didn’t bother to reply, just stepped into the elevator and pushed Tony up against the back wall. “Penthouse, Jarvis.” She went after the vest buttons with single-minded intensity, followed by the knot on his tie.
“Oh, I don’t,” she shrugged. “The only way to know is to try. I figure, if I tie your hands behind your back, or maybe to the bed, and all you can do is watch, it ought to get a pretty good reaction even if you don’t beg.” Her face heated a little, thinking about it. “Would you like to be busy tonight, Tony?”
Tony shifted his grip on the steering wheel and glanced at her again. That was definitely an idea with more than a little merit. He cleared his throat. “Ah—yeah. Not really a question that needs to be asked.” The car approached the tower, and Tony turned it into the drive and down into the garage. Once parked, he slid out, and stepped over to the passenger side to open it with an exaggerated bow and a sweeping gesture.
The whisper of his interest in the back of her mind was sweet as chocolate on her tongue. Following Tony’s lead, with an attempt at a sultry smile, she stepped out of the car. One hand reached out to caress his arm, and then she couldn’t wait any longer, and pulled his head down to give him the passionate kiss for gratitude.
“I can’t even begin to imagine why,” she shot back. “I /am/ innocent, sweet, harmless, and adorable. Just because I want to make you beg me to touch you tonight doesn’t change any of that.” Summer picked up the pendant and looked at it, turning it over and over and sliding her fingers around the edge. “I think this may be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me.”
He snorted. “Sweet and adorable, yeah, but I’ve got my doubts about the other two,” he replied, his tone good-natured. Tony smiled crookedly and slid her a glance as she inspected the necklace, before he looked back towards the road. “And how do you know you can make me beg, anyway?” he asked, blatantly goading her at that point.
“Oh, I don’t,” she shrugged. “The only way to know is to try. I figure, if I tie your hands behind your back, or maybe to the bed, and all you can do is watch, it ought to get a pretty good reaction even if you don’t beg.” Her face heated a little, thinking about it. “Would you like to be busy tonight, Tony?”
Before she got in the car, she leaned up, hand behind his neck, to whisper in his ear, “Would you like to watch me undress for you, instead of a movie?” She didn’t wait for an answer, sliding into the Veyron’s seat with a smirk that rivalled Tony’s best, then concentrated on looking innocent and demure.
Tony stared after her for a second, before he grinned and made his way around the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “You know,” he started conversationally, “that innocent act was a hell of a lot more convincing back in August.” He started the car and pulled away from the curb. “I think I like your idea better.”
“I can’t even begin to imagine why,” she shot back. “I /am/ innocent, sweet, harmless, and adorable. Just because I want to make you beg me to touch you tonight doesn’t change any of that.” Summer picked up the pendant and looked at it, turning it over and over and sliding her fingers around the edge. “I think this may be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me.”
“I /like/ that idea!” It was probably a bad thing that she wanted to simply toss aside the entire idea of the movie, wasn’t it? To reward Tony for his thoughtfulness as he deserved. Yes. Probably a bad thing. She clung tight to his hand and laughed up at him. “So what do you want to watch?”
He snorted. “Fuck if I care,” he replied, as the car pulled up and the valet handed him back the keys. “We don’t plan on actually watching it, so it could be static for all I care.” He handed the valet a few bills and tugged open the passenger side door for Summer. “Unless you’re just rarin’ to see a film tonight.”
Before she got in the car, she leaned up, hand behind his neck, to whisper in his ear, “Would you like to watch me undress for you, instead of a movie?” She didn’t wait for an answer, sliding into the Veyron’s seat with a smirk that rivalled Tony’s best, then concentrated on looking innocent and demure.
“I could spend some time lazily cuddling with you,” she laughed. Her free hand brushed over the diamonds at her throat, self-conscious suddenly. Even if it had been her suggestion that they show off a little for the cameras, her bravado was faltering now. “Let’s pick something we really know well, so we don’t have to pay attention if we don’t want to,” she whispered.
Tony grinned and gave her hand another tug, through the door and outside, onto the sidewalk. He rooted in his pocket for a moment, and handed his ticket over to a valet, for the car to be brought back around. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” he replied. “And I don’t see why we can’t watch a movie in my room, instead of the living room.”
“I /like/ that idea!” It was probably a bad thing that she wanted to simply toss aside the entire idea of the movie, wasn’t it? To reward Tony for his thoughtfulness as he deserved. Yes. Probably a bad thing. She clung tight to his hand and laughed up at him. “So what do you want to watch?”
It only took a moment for her to grasp the pattern, and her eyes filled with tears. “Proof that Tony Stark has a heart,” she murmured, blinking. She ignored the tears utterly, looking up at Tony. “Thank you,” Summer said. She got up and stepped to his side, kissing his temple. “Will you put it on?”
Tony offered her a lopsided grin and scratched the back of his head. “I figured it had to be something you wouldn’t find anywhere else.” He took the necklace from her, motioned for her to turn around, and clasped the chain around the back of her neck. “There we go. Now I think it’s time to get out of here.” He added the last as the server returned to hand him back his card.
Summer couldn’t suppress a smile; despite everything in the last six months, his awkwardness in expressing himself was still adorable. Twining her fingers with his and kissing the back of his hand, she asked, “There are /more/ plans?”
Tony gave her hand a squeeze and got to his feet. “Eh, not really,” he replied, as he collected his boxed leftovers and gave her a tug towards the door. “But I figure we can head back to the tower and watch a movie or something.” He shrugged. “Your call.”
“I could spend some time lazily cuddling with you,” she laughed. Her free hand brushed over the diamonds at her throat, self-conscious suddenly. Even if it had been her suggestion that they show off a little for the cameras, her bravado was faltering now. “Let’s pick something we really know well, so we don’t have to pay attention if we don’t want to,” she whispered.