“Why miss Summer-sweetness have you been keeping a secret?” Tony grinned. “Is it something awesome? Are you an assassin that was hired to kill me but now you’re totally in love with me? You don’t even know how long I’ve waited for that to happen.”
She dissolved into giggles again. “No, it’s not that kind of secret. I don’t know if you’ll think it’s awesome, either.” She sat up, glancing around. “Have you got a candle?”
“Why the hell would I have a candle?” Tony laughed. “I mean what the hell would I even do with a candle?” He slid Summer off his lap and stood up to walk over to the kitchen. “What self respecting dude just has a candle laying around?” He dug into a drawer. “There’s your damn candle,” he grinned, tossing a small tea light candle to her.
She caught it quickly, and set it on the counter. Both hands went behind her back. “Watch.”
The candle lit.
“That’s a new thing,” she noted. “It’s not my real ability.”
Tony grinned as he looked down at the candle. “Well damn Summer.” He looked to her. “I thought you said you weren’t hot.”
“Ow, pun,” she groaned. “Like I said, that’s not my real ability.” She hesitated for a long moment. “I’m an empath, Tony.”
It took Tony a moment to remember exactly what an empath was. “Really? You show me awesome fire power things and empath is your big finish?” He chuckled. “I mean both are awesome but seriously you should close with the fire thing next time.”
“That’s kind of all I can /do/ with the fire thing,” Summer pointed out. “It’s new. Like, really new. The empathy, though … ” She crossed the kitchen, hips swaying a little bit, eyelashes lowered, and laid a hand on Tony’s chest. “Do you want me, Tonybaby?” she purred, broadcasting lust at him.