Sometimes, when I'm sitting in my bedroom...
All ALONE... in the DARK...
I sometimes look up at the stars and wish I was them.
All ALONE... but in plain SIGHT...
But then I think of something...
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Sami's suit had a - 'low and behold - a zipper running all the way down her torso. Two zippers, actually. Side by side, one running down each leg.
It would certainly be entertaining to see how frustrating it would be for Tony to try and take it off.
Or would he let Sami simply do it, and save him the time and effort?
Where was the fun in that?
Smirking, Sami curled her fingers around Tony's and - with a flick of her wrist - pulled him towards her, raising onto her tiptoes and sliding her other arm around his waist, tilting her chin upwards so that her lips met his.
As soon as his hands landed on her suit, her plan would be put into motion.
And then Tony wouldn't be able to leave her alone.
Oh, what a lovely concept...
Heh.
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It's really strange, I think...
When they're up there...
They're all ALONE. In the DARK. But everyone can SEE them...
It's strange when I look up at them...
Because they kinda remind me of YOU.
"Look at the stars. Look at how they shine for you."
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