He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“I’m always extremely hard to read. Poor boy, does it bother you if I’m not pining for the dream to be real?”
“One, I’m not a boy, I’m a grown man. Two, even if I hinted at that, I’ve stopped bothering you about it already. Stop assuming things, or I’ll yell rape.”
Her eyebrows went up, but after a minute she lifted her hands. “Alright. I won’t tease you anymore.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Oooh, you /wish/. Nah, it’s just gonna slip away, overlaid by all the other things going on my life.” She winks. “Shoo, ridiculous man.”
“I wish? I actually thought you were wishing it. Not out loud, at least. You’re extremely hard to read right now…” He narrows his eyes on her playfully. “No. I won’t shoo. I’m not a pesky animal nor am I ridiculous.”
“I’m always extremely hard to read. Poor boy, does it bother you if I’m not pining for the dream to be real?”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
She shakes her head at him, a bemused smile on her face. “I don’t know why I even told you about it. Ridiculous man.”
“I’m not sure either. But then, if you didn’t tell me, you probably wouldn’t be able to talk to me without thinking about it.” He smirks. “Ridiculous? Maybe.”
“Oooh, you /wish/. Nah, it’s just gonna slip away, overlaid by all the other things going on my life.” She winks. “Shoo, ridiculous man.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Oh, /you/,” she grumbles, laughing a little and blushing more. “So arrogant. It was just a /dream/. You only get to be smug if you do the real thing.”
“Yeah, me.” Tommy chuckles, shrugs his shoulders again and nods. “Well, not all the time, just right now. I know that. Keep dreaming, honey.” He winks.
She shakes her head at him, a bemused smile on her face. “I don’t know why I even told you about it. Ridiculous man.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
She blinks up at him, slightly embarrassed. “I, uh.” She colours faintly. “Yeah.”
“Well, then. I guess I should be proud of myself.” He smirks, lifts his eyebrows again, and tilts his head. “You’re blushing. My job’s done.”
“Oh, /you/,” she grumbles, laughing a little and blushing more. “So arrogant. It was just a /dream/. You only get to be smug if you do the real thing.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
She closes her eyes, thinking about it, and shudders slightly. “Oh, no. It wasn’t bad. Definitely wasn’t bad.”
Tommy smirks when she does that, folds his arms over his chest, and lifts his eyebrows. “You shivered. So it was that good?”
She blinks up at him, slightly embarrassed. “I, uh.” She colours faintly. “Yeah.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Oh, no. If it was bad, I’d’ve forgotten it completely.” Another shrug. “I just don’t put much effort into remembering my dreams. There was a bit about you holding me down, though.”
“Right. That’s usually how it works.” But some people don’t forget anything. “I don’t either. I don’t feel that I have to, unless it’s something that really freaks me out, or speaks to my soul.” He chuckles, and lifts his eyebrows. “…. what? I mean… that sounds like I did something bad.”
She closes her eyes, thinking about it, and shudders slightly. “Oh, no. It wasn’t bad. Definitely wasn’t bad.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Hard to say. I don’t remember much of it.” She shrugs.
He grimaces. “Eesh. It might have been that bad then, huh?”
“Oh, no. If it was bad, I’d’ve forgotten it completely.” Another shrug. “I just don’t put much effort into remembering my dreams. There was a bit about you holding me down, though.”
He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
“Hard to say. I don’t remember much of it.” She shrugs.
Her gaze narrows. “Something is not right here. I /know/ you don’t know my Tony. Okay. We have an open relationship, but it’s not that open.” One hand gropes at her throat, fisting around something that sparkles.
Tommy shrugs. “Okay, okay.” He tilts his head and then crosses his arms. “Wh-what is that….?”
“Hm? Oh.” She opens her hand and shows him: a circular pendant, glittering blue, like an arc reactor. “Tony gave it to me, for Valentine’s Day.”
Tommy smiles. “That’s cool. Can I… see it?” He lifts a brow and motions to the glowing item she presents.
She reaches behind her neck and undoes the clasp. “It doesn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. ‘Rocks and metal, wrought in a pleasing form.’” The platinum hangs from one finger, and she holds it out to Tommy.