selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

“North Carolina. Little tiny town in between several of the major cities.” Summer rubbed her thumb over his skin. “I’m a southern girl at heart, all warmth and drawl. /You/ grew up here, in the big city, yes?” she asked, tucking herself in close to him to look up. 

Tony chuckled down at her. “Cute,” he murmured contentedly under his breath before nodding in agreement. “Long Island, actually. But we spent a lot of time in the city. Well, I did … my parents were usually elsewhere,” he shrugged lightly before continuing on to another topic. Parental guidance was a touchy topic for the genius. “And how did you end up here?”

The elevator let them out. Summer tugged him out again, saying, “Nine-eleven cleanup. It happened the beginning of my senior year, and I took all the breaks I could to come up and help out as much as I could. I, um, got on search-and rescue pretty fast, and then some of the EMTs noticed how good I was with the post-traumatic people. So I ended up coming back after graduation to help them some more.” She chewed on her lip, eyes far away. “It was … a pretty bad time.”

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

“That sounds perfect.” Purposefully, she lifted their entwined hands and kissed the back of his, before pulling him along to the elevator. “It’s so easy to know about /you/,” she teased, thinking back to an hour ago. “If we’re to be dating, you should know about me. So what do you want to know?”

The genius allowed her to lead him, a new change to his normal routine, and thought briefly at her question. “Hmm…” he jokingly brought a finger to his chin to lightly rub at his goatee. They arrived in the elevator shortly and he stepped in close by her side, their fingers remaining intertwined. “Let’s start with childhood. I’m an engineer, I like to keep things organized. Where did you grow up, Summer?”

“North Carolina. Little tiny town in between several of the major cities.” Summer rubbed her thumb over his skin. “I’m a southern girl at heart, all warmth and drawl. /You/ grew up here, in the big city, yes?” she asked, tucking herself in close to him to look up. 

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

Summer shook her head. “I think you should pick, if this is a first date.” She grinned up at him, biting her lip. “You’ve respected my ‘no’; if I’ve another, I’ll say it. Until then, wine me and dine me, show me what a good time with Tony Stark is like when he’s clothed.”

“Good. I get a lot of bad rap but I respect consent, the whole ‘no’ thing, all that jazz,” he waved a hand while simultaneously thinking about where they would go. Someplace quiet, someplace they wouldn’t be bothered by paparazzi. Too many women got scared off easily thinking the world would know their business. But really, nothing was private when dating the world’s most prominent genius, playboy, philanthropist. “There’s a small bar type restaurant just a few blocks away. They serve Italian and have a private room in the back, if you want.”

“That sounds perfect.” Purposefully, she lifted their entwined hands and kissed the back of his, before pulling him along to the elevator. “It’s so easy to know about /you/,” she teased, thinking back to an hour ago. “If we’re to be dating, you should know about me. So what do you want to know?”

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

“Please don’t — it’s not you — I’m just …” Summer stumbled over apology, denial, something before giving up. “Dinner. Yes. Okay.” She nodded a little, watching him, then stood up, head tipped back to keep her eyes locked on his face. “Maybe … not step quite so far back. First date, yes?” she said, trying for brave. She reached out, lightly resting her fingertips on his chest. “After all, that tension is there. I, um, I’m worth at least a dinner beforehand,” she tried to joke.

“Okay. First date,” he agreed with a light grin. He placed a hand over hers on his chest and gently brought it up to place a small kiss on the center of her palm. He appreciated her courage; after all, he loved a woman not afraid to go for what she desired. “Then we take things from there. Wherever they may end up,” he shrugged once more before lacing their fingers together by his side. “Do you have a location in mind?”

Summer shook her head. “I think you should pick, if this is a first date.” She grinned up at him, biting her lip. “You’ve respected my ‘no’; if I’ve another, I’ll say it. Until then, wine me and dine me, show me what a good time with Tony Stark is like when he’s clothed.”

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

His touch was making the fine hair stand up all along her arm, sending shivers down her spine. “How can you say that?” she murmured. “I walked into your Tower an hour ago. It’s not that I don’t believe in love at first sight, but … I don’t know. It’s not even that I don’t want you. You’re gorgeous and you kiss like nobody I’ve ever met and you took the moment to care about me from an off-hand remark and I’m still scared that I’ll wake up in the morning and your Ms. Potts will be waiting to throw me out.”

“But don’t you feel the tension too?” he asked, motioning between them. He wasn’t exactly sure just what he wanted any more or why he felt so strongly for a woman he had just met. Tony Stark had been with hundreds of women, why was this one so different? But he knew her words rang true. The chance of him leaving in the middle of the night was so strong, even if he didn’t want to believe it. “Your worries aren’t all too exaggerated. I can’t promise you won’t be just ‘another’…” he frowned.

“Of course I feel it! I can /taste/ it. But it just isn’t worth it to me to be used and tossed aside.” Summer clenched her hands in her lap. It hurt so much, to think how close she might be, how much her own fears and doubts were holding her back. “After all,” she whispered, “how can I believe you see me, really see me, if I become just another notch?” She pressed her lips together hard, trying to deny the tears swelling up.

“Persuade me, make me believe what you say. I can’t /be/ just the most recent girl you tumbled into bed with, I just can’t.” Not again, she thought. I need to be able to bond to someone, to know that they truly care for me. I can’t go on just giving myself away. But the little voice at the back of her mind knew if he asked again, she’d give in.

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

Her answering laugh was a little strained. “Just to tempt me unreasonably, I see.” Closing her eyes, Summer leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m not a toy, Tony. If you want to … persuade me, go ahead.” She sighed. “Just carrying me off to your bedroom to screw me senseless is not, in fact, actually very persuasive to me.”

“But I don’t want you to be just another notch either, Summer. Don’t you see?” he moved a hand to gently caress her shoulder. “You’re not like the others. And I want you to stay like that. As long as you want to as well?” he glanced down at her, his hand moving slowly up and back down her arm. 

His touch was making the fine hair stand up all along her arm, sending shivers down her spine. “How can you say that?” she murmured. “I walked into your Tower an hour ago. It’s not that I don’t believe in love at first sight, but … I don’t know. It’s not even that I don’t want you. You’re gorgeous and you kiss like nobody I’ve ever met and you took the moment to care about me from an off-hand remark and I’m still scared that I’ll wake up in the morning and your Ms. Potts will be waiting to throw me out.”

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

Summer was breathing hard, clinging to Tony’s neck. She’d squeaked when he picked her up as easily as lifting a child. “Maybe … not so fast. I /really/ don’t want to be just another notch, Tony.” It was so hard to say those words, when what she really wanted was to give in gleefully and forget everything except the feel of his skin under her hands.

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“Okay,” he nodded. As much as he wanted this, he understood every word of what she said. And she had good reason to feel that way. Tony was called ‘playboy’ for a reason. “Then not so fast…” he spoke softly and hugged her closer to him as he carried her back out into the living room. He carried her to the couch and set her down gently on the cushioning before sliding in next to her. “I’m not here to make you do anything you don’t want to, Summer.”

Her answering laugh was a little strained. “Just to tempt me unreasonably, I see.” Closing her eyes, Summer leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I’m not a toy, Tony. If you want to … persuade me, go ahead.” She sighed. “Just carrying me off to your bedroom to screw me senseless is not, in fact, actually very persuasive to me.”

selfobsessedplayboy:

iamthefirechild:

A low groan escaped her throat when she opened her mouth for him, all the whirling scenarios finally coming down to one thing, wiped flat by input. She couldn’t help pushing up on her toes, wanting to get closer, wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered, lashes brushing against his face.

Tony could feel how eager she was, making him more eager as well. He reached down and easily lifted her off the ground, their lips still together in embrace. He propped her up on his waist and carried her across the room. But he stopped outside the door leading to his bedroom and broke from the kiss. “Is this what you want?” he asked softly. 

Summer was breathing hard, clinging to Tony’s neck. She’d squeaked when he picked her up as easily as lifting a child. “Maybe … not so fast. I /really/ don’t want to be just another notch, Tony.” It was so hard to say those words, when what she really wanted was to give in gleefully and forget everything except the feel of his skin under her hands.