Theme: #39 - Closer
Summary: Dillon does a little to get his own back on Summer.
Word Count: 398
A.N: I loved their little moment at the end of 'Dome Dolls' – this is set immediately after. By this point in the season I reckon something was definitely going on between Dillon and Summer 'off screen' so to speak – especially after the events of 'Belly of the Beast', I mean you only need to look at their faces when he tells her not to drive her car. So I'm running with the fact that they've been more than friends for a while for this one.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.
"Don't ever drive my car…ever."
"Don't fall asleep on the job and I won't have to."
Summer looked up at the knock on her door. She was propped up on her bed reading when Dillon eased inside the room and Summer couldn't help but smirk, just a little, upon seeing him.
"How's your baby?" She teased. Dillon huffed out a breath and frowned – it would have been far more menacing if he had managed to keep smile from his face. Instead, he only demonstrated that Summer was still the only person he could not get angry with. She gave a yelp when he, all of a sudden, pounced at her and pinned her to the bed. Her book fell to the ground, forgotten.
"Not good. You have some making up to do…" Dillon warned her, his dark eyes betraying his amusement.
"It was an emergency! We had to get there fast…and you know how fast she is compared to Scott's racer…" Summer tried her best to maintain a straight face. Dillon's eyes narrowed and he lowered his face closer to hers; his hair fell forward and skimmed Summer's forehead.
"Don't try to butter me up…" His voice was low and Summer knew all too well where that low voice led. Well, if he wanted to seduce her as revenge for damaging his precious car, then she certainly wasn't going to complain. Her wrists were still held down by Dillon and she was now aware of how impossibly close he was; she could have counted the freckles on his nose if she had wanted to. Summer took a breath when Dillon's lips found her jaw and traced it. He stopped just below her ear and her stomach jolted when he planted a kiss there. The perfect payback, Summer thought as Dillon freed one of her wrists in order for his hand to skim down the side of her torso and across her stomach. Then his face was directly above hers again. Summer closed her eyes in anticipation for the kiss that did not come. Instead, Dillon smirked and pushed himself up from the bed.
"Wha?" Summer blinked several times then sat up, knowing full well that she was flushed and that her heart was racing.
"Payback." Dillon winked mischievously and left her alone. Yes, thought Summer as she groaned and fell back onto the bed, definitely the perfect payback.