I Introduce The Selfish Machine

Ever since that concert, things have been great between Tony and I. He's been sweet to me, but not like gross sweet. Sweet enough to where I don't get annoyed, which is the perfect amount of sweetness. He was funny and always smiling around me, which made me smile because his smile is perfect. I could tell, however, that when he would try to hold my hand in public or cuddle with me, and I would push him away, he got annoyed, but he never brought it up. He just smiled and played it off.
He's being so great to me and I wasn't being as great to him.
How could someone so sweet like someone as bitter as me?
I was laying with my head on his lap on the couch in my studio. He was singing to me and hitting me gently in the face with a throw pillow.
"I like your starry eyes, they yell surprise-" pillow hit "surprise!" pillow hit. I laughed, trying to push the pillow out of my face.
"Antonio stopppppp." I cried.
He stopped hitting me and looked at me with a shocked face. "Did you just call me Antonio?" He asked.
"Yeah, so what?"
He hit me with the pillow again. "Okay, Piper Lynn."
"Don't call me that!"
"Then don't call me Antonio."
"Ugggggghhhh." I moaned as I rolled off the couch and on to my feet. I walked over to the counter and made myself a cup of coffee, then sat on the couch next to Tony.
"Piper, it's 1:30 in the afternoon, why are you drinking coffee?" Tony asked.
I shrugged. "It's kind of like my addiction."
"You're like my addiction."
I looked at him and then playfully slapped his face. He hadn't shaved in a few days so his face was all stubbly. "Ew, shut up."
Tony smiled at me, then took the cup of coffee out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table. Before I could protest, he grabbed me and pulled me on to his lap, kissing me with so much force.
Every time Tony does that, I start to feel again, and this time, that feeling was so strong. I fell into the kiss, and just sat there feeling his soft lips against mine, and his smooth hands run up my back, underneath my shirt. I felt his hands inch up my shirt, like he was wanting it off. He pushed it to about my armpits when I felt something vibrate against the inside of my thigh. Tony pulled away from me, sighed, and dug in his pocket for his phone.
"It's Vic." He said, after looking at the caller ID.
I placed my head on his shoulder and pulled my body against his. He was so warm and I actually felt safe in this guy's arms. I wasn't even pay attention until the end of the phone call.
"Vic, I'm kind of in the middle of-" Vic cut him off. "Yeah, that, so can it just- no? Okay. I'll be there as quick as I can."
"What's wrong?" I asked when he hung up the phone.
"Uh, nothing. I just need to get to Vic's right away. He said it's band emergency."
I moved off of his lap so that he could get up. "Oh." I said, sitting on the couch, watching him gather his stuff. I was going to say goodbye to him from the couch, but he didn't walk over to me. He walked straight to the door.
He paused in the doorway. "Well, are you coming?"
"Oh, uh, yeah." I said, standing up and rush-walking over to Tony.
I actually felt safe around him. I felt happy, as happy as a bitter person could be at least. The feeling grew stronger, and I didn't want to fight it. I want it to keep growing.

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