Tony got up from the couch and opened the door. “Welcome back,” he said sharply before walking away from the door, letting Summer decide if she wanted to come in or not.
Anger burned off him in a wave. It was like being slapped. Actually, being slapped might hurt less, she thought. A little dazed from the pressure of it, she stepped inside, one hand fumbling for the back of the couch. “Tony … “
“When we first met you said you knew my type. Something about being the kind of guy that’s only interested in sex or some bullshit like that,” Tony grumbled, not looking at her. “You still think of me as that type. The type that wants to fuck everything that moves. Sometimes I just want to sit around and watch hoarders and have some snarky banter with you, okay?”
“Today I was thinking of you as the type who would reassure his girlfriend when she’d had a shit day,” Summer spat back, fingers digging into the cushions. “The type who would put his show on record because she wanted to— to fuck someone with a brain.” Her throat hurt, and there was a ringing in her ears. “Sometimes /I/ just want to believe that I’m a person worth being cared about.”
[Text] Not sorry. We don’t need to have sex all the fucking time, people do just hang out and talk you know. Just because I don’t want to fuck you all the time doesn’t mean I don’t want you around.
[Text] If you want to come back that’s fine but I’m not about to chase you down.
Tony scowled as he wrote the texts and threw it back onto the table as he sent them.
The text alert going off startled Summer so badly she shrieked a little, and a circle of tiny flames sprang up about her. It vanished almost as soon as it appeared, leaving a ring of blackened stone, and she pressed her hand to her hammering heart, staring at the marks. Slowly, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket to read the messages.
What should she say back? Was she really being too needy, too demanding? She hadn’t let Chuck have sex with her; she didn’t know how much was too much. Drawing up her ragged courage, she walked back to Tony’s place and tapped at the door.
Tony got up from the couch and opened the door. “Welcome back,” he said sharply before walking away from the door, letting Summer decide if she wanted to come in or not.
Anger burned off him in a wave. It was like being slapped. Actually, being slapped might hurt less, she thought. A little dazed from the pressure of it, she stepped inside, one hand fumbling for the back of the couch. “Tony … “
“Always in such a hurry.” She snickered. Oh, yes, better than undressing him, when he twitches at her touch. “You sit alone, naked, watching tv.” Delicately she tugged at his pants. “You haven’t tried to do so while I’m around.”
“I would never be unclothed around a woman.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Or are you forgetting that I am a perfect gentleman?”
More laughter. Very deliberate, she stroked her fingers over his cock, first light, then with increasing pressure.
“You’re really not going to give this up, are you, Summer?” Tony groaned. “Am I going to have to go through this every time I tell you that I love you? If that’s the case I can easily stop.”
“Go through — !” she spluttered. “Fine. Just fine.” She rolled off the couch, face flaming, and flung his shirt at him. “You don’t want me either, that’s fine.” Tears starred her cheeks, unnoticed. “You just — you just call me if you change your mind, Tony.” Snatching up her bag, she jerked the door open and slammed it behind her.
She should have known better. She should always have known better, Summer told herself furiously, angry tears sliding down her face. Of course the sorority girls were right. In what world would anyone want to be with her? She would never be good enough.
[Text] Not sorry. We don’t need to have sex all the fucking time, people do just hang out and talk you know. Just because I don’t want to fuck you all the time doesn’t mean I don’t want you around.
[Text] If you want to come back that’s fine but I’m not about to chase you down.
Tony scowled as he wrote the texts and threw it back onto the table as he sent them.
The text alert going off startled Summer so badly she shrieked a little, and a circle of tiny flames sprang up about her. It vanished almost as soon as it appeared, leaving a ring of blackened stone, and she pressed her hand to her hammering heart, staring at the marks. Slowly, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket to read the messages.
What should she say back? Was she really being too needy, too demanding? She hadn’t let Chuck have sex with her; she didn’t know how much was too much. Drawing up her ragged courage, she walked back to Tony’s place and tapped at the door.
“You should drop your Shakespeare porn class and take an acting workshop.” Tony laughed as she sat back down. “You know, it’s weird, I don’t even have anything noteworthy in my shirt but your hand spends a hell of a lot of time inside of it.” He smirked.
“The noteworthy thing inside your shirt is you.” Summer giggled softly. She scraped her fingernails lightly over his skin, ignoring the tv and thinking about Tony instead. The way he tasted, the depth of his eyes, his smile. Subtle heat thrilled down her nerves, and she snuggled against his shoulder, purring under her breath and hand wandering farther over his skin. “It would be better if there was no shirt, though.”
“If I take off my shirt will you let me watch hoarders?” Tony laughed as he pulled off his shirt. “There you horny little minx,” he said, tossing the shirt at her. “Have I satisfied my princess now?”
“Who’s horny?” Her voice scaled up in mockery, eyes glittering. “You’re the one who went to the gym, Mr Irresistible. Now you’ve to face the consequences, which is a girlfriend who thinks you are incredibly sexy. Do you /really/ want me to stop?” she purred.
“Well it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave you whatever you want.” Tony laughed kissing her back. “But thanks for noticing all my sexy. I’ve been going to the gym when I’m not too busy taking care of you,” he teased.
Summer simulated extreme shock. “Taking /care/ of me? I thought you enjoyed my presence!” She scrambled off the couch. throwing Tony a disdainful look. “And here I was certain I had been the one to ask you, because I was a strong, independent woman.” She made to go for the door, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.
Tony noticed that Summer was watching him and rolled his eyes. “You’re no Meryl Streep.” Tony laughed, not bothering to get up from the couch. “But if you insist on going I guess I’ll just have to have a nice evening on the couch all by myself. Maybe I’ll finally get to watch all the episodes of hoarders I’ve been saving.” He grinned flipping on the TV.
Sighing, she flung herself back on the couch next to him. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop.” One hand wandered up under his shirt, though her gaze was elsewhere. Part of her mind was on the feel of his skin under her fingertips, the muscles underneath, the softness, the motion of his breathing; the other part was, inevitably, on the events of the day, prying at her thoughts, their motivations, the sinking knowledge of never being the right thing.
“You should drop your Shakespeare porn class and take an acting workshop.” Tony laughed as she sat back down. “You know, it’s weird, I don’t even have anything noteworthy in my shirt but your hand spends a hell of a lot of time inside of it.” He smirked.
“The noteworthy thing inside your shirt is you.” Summer giggled softly. She scraped her fingernails lightly over his skin, ignoring the tv and thinking about Tony instead. The way he tasted, the depth of his eyes, his smile. Subtle heat thrilled down her nerves, and she snuggled against his shoulder, purring under her breath and hand wandering farther over his skin. “It would be better if there was no shirt, though.”
“Well it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave you whatever you want.” Tony laughed kissing her back. “But thanks for noticing all my sexy. I’ve been going to the gym when I’m not too busy taking care of you,” he teased.
Summer simulated extreme shock. “Taking /care/ of me? I thought you enjoyed my presence!” She scrambled off the couch. throwing Tony a disdainful look. “And here I was certain I had been the one to ask you, because I was a strong, independent woman.” She made to go for the door, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.
Tony noticed that Summer was watching him and rolled his eyes. “You’re no Meryl Streep.” Tony laughed, not bothering to get up from the couch. “But if you insist on going I guess I’ll just have to have a nice evening on the couch all by myself. Maybe I’ll finally get to watch all the episodes of hoarders I’ve been saving.” He grinned flipping on the TV.
Sighing, she flung herself back on the couch next to him. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop.” One hand wandered up under his shirt, though her gaze was elsewhere. Part of her mind was on the feel of his skin under her fingertips, the muscles underneath, the softness, the motion of his breathing; the other part was, inevitably, on the events of the day, prying at her thoughts, their motivations, the sinking knowledge of never being the right thing.
“I guess I could say that I reciprocate those feelings towards you.” Tony grinned.
“Tony, ple~ease?” Summer wailed.
“God you’re so needy,” Tony teased, looking into her eyes. “I love you Summer.”
“And you are such a tease.” Her eyes glittered, and she pounced at him. “Sitting there all sexy, dragging this out, when all I need is a little comfort. Cruel, cruel Tony.” She pressed her mouth to his, kissing hard and deep.
“Well it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave you whatever you want.” Tony laughed kissing her back. “But thanks for noticing all my sexy. I’ve been going to the gym when I’m not too busy taking care of you,” he teased.
Summer simulated extreme shock. “Taking /care/ of me? I thought you enjoyed my presence!” She scrambled off the couch. throwing Tony a disdainful look. “And here I was certain I had been the one to ask you, because I was a strong, independent woman.” She made to go for the door, watching Tony out of the corner of her eye.
“I guess I could say that I reciprocate those feelings towards you.” Tony grinned.
“Tony, ple~ease?” Summer wailed.
“God you’re so needy,” Tony teased, looking into her eyes. “I love you Summer.”
“And you are such a tease.” Her eyes glittered, and she pounced at him. “Sitting there all sexy, dragging this out, when all I need is a little comfort. Cruel, cruel Tony.” She pressed her mouth to his, kissing hard and deep.
“It’s not my fault that you’re being vague.” He grinned, poking her back. “Now what exactly do you want me to say?”
She wrinkled her nose at him disgustedly. “Tony. Fine.” She turned her face away, sighing a little. “Say you love me?”
Tony smirked. “Fine, since you asked so nicely.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “You love me.”
“Oh, god, I’m going to kill you,” she moaned, dragging her hands down her face. “Anthony Stark, do not trifle with my poor maiden’s heart. I know perfectly well /I/ love /you/.”
“I guess I could say that I reciprocate those feelings towards you.” Tony grinned.
“It’s not my fault that you’re being vague.” He grinned, poking her back. “Now what exactly do you want me to say?”
She wrinkled her nose at him disgustedly. “Tony. Fine.” She turned her face away, sighing a little. “Say you love me?”
Tony smirked. “Fine, since you asked so nicely.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “You love me.”
“Oh, god, I’m going to kill you,” she moaned, dragging her hands down her face. “Anthony Stark, do not trifle with my poor maiden’s heart. I know perfectly well /I/ love /you/.”