Tony Stark (
iron_ically) wrote2013-03-26 12:04 pm
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This is how I show my love
In theory, his armor is supposed to protect him from any serious injury. It’s surprising how often it fails. Of course, it seems to be directly related to how often he gets blown up. Maybe that’s what should be surprising, or maybe not considering the mission he’s given himself: world peace.
Injury is the reason he’s running late, or being blow up is. Either way, he lands on the roof of his house with a less than graceful thud. He stumbles, scraping the knee of the suit against the concrete.
“Mr. Stark, shall I inform you guest that you’ve arrived?”
“Unless she’s gone deaf, she’s aware. Apologize for me and let her know I’m going to dress for dinner and be right with her.”
What he really meant was that he was going to clean up, bandage what needed bandaging, self-medicate with scotch then join her for dinner. Whether he’d be dressed appropriately or not was still up for debate.
Getting out of the suit had been a breeze; it was all automated. Getting out of the shower was going to be a problem simply because Tony loved his shower, particularly when he felt like he’d been dragged across miles of concrete. Oh. Wait. He had.
“JARVIS, have dummy bring me a scotch and assure the pretty girl that is hopefully still waiting for me that I do plan on keeping our date.”
She would forgive him, or at least he hoped she would. He actually liked this one enough to have more than one date. He liked her enough that he was concerned about pissing her off, enough that despite the fact he hurt enough to have scotch in the shower, he didn’t want to break the date.
It was, quite possibly, a first for Tony Stark.
Injury is the reason he’s running late, or being blow up is. Either way, he lands on the roof of his house with a less than graceful thud. He stumbles, scraping the knee of the suit against the concrete.
“Mr. Stark, shall I inform you guest that you’ve arrived?”
“Unless she’s gone deaf, she’s aware. Apologize for me and let her know I’m going to dress for dinner and be right with her.”
What he really meant was that he was going to clean up, bandage what needed bandaging, self-medicate with scotch then join her for dinner. Whether he’d be dressed appropriately or not was still up for debate.
Getting out of the suit had been a breeze; it was all automated. Getting out of the shower was going to be a problem simply because Tony loved his shower, particularly when he felt like he’d been dragged across miles of concrete. Oh. Wait. He had.
“JARVIS, have dummy bring me a scotch and assure the pretty girl that is hopefully still waiting for me that I do plan on keeping our date.”
She would forgive him, or at least he hoped she would. He actually liked this one enough to have more than one date. He liked her enough that he was concerned about pissing her off, enough that despite the fact he hurt enough to have scotch in the shower, he didn’t want to break the date.
It was, quite possibly, a first for Tony Stark.
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"I really am, aren't I?"
He was teasing. Partially.
Maybe.
Okay, so not at all, but he did like that Niamh found him impressive.
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"Are you sure that you're alright? Do you want to have a hot bath and sleep? I can clean up the kitchen, if you'd like."
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"I've had a hot shower and the last thing I want is to sleep. The maid will clean up the kitchen."
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Her question came out soft and quiet, the melodic lilt of her accent turning the question decidedly less than innocent. "And what is it you do want, Tony?"
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He grinned at her question, taking a sip of his scotch before he answered. "The next twenty-four hours with you, me and absolutely not a stitch of clothing."
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Oh. It wasn't what she expected. He had far more scrapes and bruises than she expected and her face fell a little at the sight. She brushed a finger tip across one of the scrapes, too focused on the fact that he was hurt to really pay much mind to the arc reactor. "Tony."
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"I'm okay," he assured her. "I liked the face you were making a lot better earlier. The ooooh Tony is sexy face. YOu could make that one again."
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Grabbing the glass again, she took another sip, blinking at Tony over the glass. It might have been slightly more than a 'sip', per se. A refill might be in order. In any case, she looked at Tony, eyes travelling over his torso, an impressed expression coming back to her features.
"This face then?"
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gulpsip of scotch. He leaned over, plucked the bottle up and refilled the glass."That is exactly the face I was hoping for."
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She took another sip before passing the glass back, she'd gotten his shirt off after all, that was why she had taken it from him to begin with.
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"Thank you," he said as he took the glass and sipped at it, then leaned over just enough to set it on the night stand.
"It seems you've got a disproportionate amount of clothing on. You should turn around and let me fix that."
He was assuming the dress had a zipper in the back.
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She glanced back over her shoulder, expectant. "You sure know how to woo a lady, Mr Stark."
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"Perhaps, you'll have to give me some pointers." He said it in a tone of voice that implied he thought he was doing all right on the wooing part, but then she was the final judge.
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"Oh no, I'd like to see what you think is wooing. I'll give you a peer review later." Somehow, shivering as his fingers brushed across her skin, she managed to sound completely at ease in the situation.
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Once she was on her feet, it took the slightest tug on the hem of the dress to make it pool at her feet. He leaned in, tilting her chin up with one hand and kissed her deeply.
"How am I doing so far, Miss Oliver?" he asked when the kiss broke.
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She stepped forward on her tiptoes, kicking the dress to the side so it wasn't in her way, and curled her arms around his neck. "Regrettably, now I think you're the one with too many clothes on."
She didn't make any move to fix that though, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers, feverishly hot, pressing a line of kisses across his chest. They were going to have sex, she knew that, she just wanted to savor the previews.
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"We should fix it," she said, somewhat decisively. A bit decisively. She was trying for decisive, but the reality of turning to putty meant it came out in a bit of a question.
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"We should fix that. We should definitely fix that." Since he was just wearing a pair of sweatpants, it wouldn't be hard to fix at all. He slid one hand down her arm to her hand, placing it against his hipbone just above the low waist of his pants. "Please. Be my guest."
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You are a grown woman, Niamh Griffin Oliver. Get it together. Tony Stark is just a man. A rich man, who is a superhero and a billionaire playboy and kind of a manslut, but! He's not been a manslut lately and if you can handle 28 screaming seven year olds, you can handle bloody Tony Stark.
Taking a breath, she pushed it out slow, fingers pushing down on the waistband as her other hand drifted down to do the same on the other hip. "I will."
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"I do so like it when you make yourself at home," he groaned, eyes closing, head falling back for a moment before he leaned in to pull her into a kiss, one hand tangling up in her hair while the other went to the small of her back.
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"I think, Miss Oliver, that it's you who needs to focus," he teased her but sighed and raised both hands, putting them behind his head. "Ready. Set. Go."
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She looked up at him, a grin like the cat who caught the canary, and slowly pressed a kiss to the outside of one of his thighs before she straightened back up. She pushed up on her tip toes, taking one of his hands in each of hers and putting them on her hips and replacing her hands around his neck. "What's my grade?"
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"B plus. Practice on this particularly subject is highly encouraged. It does make perfect you know."
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