{"id":30312,"date":"2013-02-14T07:13:30","date_gmt":"2013-02-14T07:13:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/02\/14\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-88\/"},"modified":"2013-02-14T07:13:30","modified_gmt":"2013-02-14T07:13:30","slug":"gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-88","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/02\/14\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-88\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/gadgeteerphilanthropist.tumblr.com\/post\/43055891212\/iamthefirechild-gadgeteerphilanthropist\" class=\"tumblr_blog\">gadgeteerphilanthropist<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/43038584810\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-said\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/gadgeteerphilanthropist.tumblr.com\/post\/43012951646\/iamthefirechild-said-she-undid-more-buttons\">gadgeteerphilanthropist<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><span class=\"action\"><a href=\"http:\/\/gadgeteerphilanthropist.tumblr.com\/post\/42931971092\/iamthefirechild-said-she-breathed-out-hard\" rel=\"nofollow\">iamthefirechild<\/a> said: <\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><span class=\"action\"> <span class=\"answer_content\"> She undid more buttons, fingers sliding around the arc, eyes hazy. \u201cYou don\u2019t know what it feels like, having your desire literally feeding mine.\u201d She shuddered, rocking hips against his. \u201cTony, my Tony \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><span class=\"action\"><span class=\"answer_content\">It was a strange change, when he didn\u2019t even react to her hands around the reactor.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s it like, then?\u201d he asked.\u00a0 His hips pressed forwards and upwards.\u00a0 He rolled his shoulders, shirt slipping off them and sliding down his arms.\u00a0 His fingers skirted down her neck, along her clavicles, down her sides to settle on her hips to pull her closer.<br \/><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Summer laid herself along his chest, one hand lifting to free her hair from its clip to spill over their bodies. \u201cEverything is twice as powerful,\u201d she said, nosing at his collarbone. \u201cThat \u2026 sensitivity of touch, so rapid \u2026 ahh. Sometimes you don\u2019t even have to touch me.\u201d She shifted to lick at a nipple. \u201cWords don\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Humming in acknowledgement, he dragged the fingers of one hand through her hair as it spilled loose, his other hand sliding up her back, along the bumps of her spine, until he could unclasp her bra.\u00a0 He pushed it forward, off of her shoulders, and then let that join her shirt on the end of the couch.\u00a0 He cupped one breast, thumb flicking over the nipple.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Might stop wearing those,&#8221; Summer commented lazily, drawing lines with kisses and tongue on chest and shoulder. The fine hairs stood up on her arms in response to his touch, a shiver tracing her spine. Every nerve he touched was on fire, sending heat to settle in the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head from his skin to catch his mouth again, nipping at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue, hands rising along his back to tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>gadgeteerphilanthropist: iamthefirechild: gadgeteerphilanthropist: iamthefirechild said: She undid more buttons, fingers sliding around the arc, eyes hazy. \u201cYou don\u2019t know what it feels like, having your desire literally feeding mine.\u201d She shuddered, rocking hips against his. \u201cTony, my Tony \u2026\u201d It was a strange change, when he didn\u2019t even react to her hands around the reactor.\u00a0 &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/02\/14\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-88\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\"><\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,199,1516,3578],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30312"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30312"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30312\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}