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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.

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Oh. Now. See that--that was going to get a groan out of him that he can't pretend to bite off. He tilts his head back to give her more access to his neck and his hand at her hip tightens slightly.

"In that case, A plus. Do continue with your conclusive data."

His hand tightening on her hip made her press forward more, humming a little noise as her lips pressed kisses from one shoulder to another, her hand going to rest against his chest.

"I've used up all my scientific knowledge, how much testing will I have to do to get conclusive date?" Please. Science her, Tony.

Tony could definitely science her. He grinned and started to trail a hand down her body. "First you've got to establish a hypothesis, what you want and expect out of an experiment."

He dipped his head to kiss the curve of her neck. "Then you've got to plan out the steps you'll take to achieve that hypothesis. Once that's done, you're going to start the experiment, move through the steps."

Niamh practically purred. Add this to the reasons she would never be able to ask Tony to speak for her class because he started talking and she just turned into a puddle. Which was very inappropriate with kids around.

"What is your hypothesis then?" Yes, she had just turned it into Tony's experiment, but he was the scientist after all.

"Hmmm my hypothesis is that I can actually make you swoon. Let me show you how I'm going to do that."

He nibbled at her bottom lip before kissing her fully, pulling her up into the kiss by a hand on the small of her back. It was a deep, unrestrained kiss full of all the waiting she'd been making him do until this night.

Niamh wanted to make some flippant remark about how he could try, but then he kissed her and well, he was pretty spot on with his hypothesis.

Her hands moved up his chest, arms curling around his neck. She hadn't waited to make it harder on him or more difficult, she just didn't want to wind up as just another one of his prolific one night stands, constantly enumerated in the tabloids. She didn't want to be that woman, so she just took it off the table for a while until she trusted that it their burgeoning relationship fell apart it wouldn't be because of sex.

It would probably be something like the fact that she hadn't told him he wasn't the only one with a superpower, although hers was genetic and not a suit. Or that he thought she didn't want to be seen in public with him. Something like that.

He'd had a lot of practice with the kissing thing. Well, with the whole thing. The only thing he hadn't had a lot of experience with was the relationship part of things. Niamh could teach him a thing or twelve about that.

Tony held her close then toppled them both down onto the bed. The kiss was broken with the impact and Tony had one of those insufferable grins on his face. "How's my hypothesis working out now?"

Yes. Or Tony got stinking drunk and threw a party that got way out of hand. He would show off for the groupies, even if he wouldn't actually touch the groupies.

Niamh smiled right back at him. "Brilliant," she told him with a nod. "Very brilliant."

Her smile was a little less insufferable, if only because she had to consciously think about keeping control of herself. When a six year old told someone that his teacher could turn invisible like Sue Storm no one believed him.

Tony Stark was not a six year old. She wouldn't be able to get out of it that easily.

Still, Niamh was pleased, even if it took some effort on her part. "You should probably keep hypothesizing though."

No, Tony Stark would be intrigued to the point of asking enough questions that he figured out what was going on.

"Of course. It takes more than one experiment to prove a hypothesis." He murmured as he dipped his head to press a kiss to the curve of her neck. His hand was trailing up her legs, over her knee and sliding up the inside of her thigh.

Niamh breathed out a soft sort of moan, back arching slightly, fingers grasping to the bed, sheets bunching into fists. She couldn't help the way her breath sped up or the way her body curved into his touch.

Her eyes fluttered shut and her power reached out, just to relieve a little something. The lights dimmed slightly, Niamh's skin got a hint of a glow. It was just barely discernible, but it was there. Hopefully that would be enough.

"How many experiments, do you think?"

Really, she was only encouraging him. He noticed the lights flicker and he might've noticed the glow, but he assumed it had more to do with the light then with her.

He nibbled at her hipbone.

"Many, many experiments. You can look forward to many afternoons of this."

Good. Thinking it was the lights was good. She relaxed a bit more, thinking she was in control of herself.

And then... he did that.

She shuddered and the lights dimmed further. She pulled her lip through her teeth and swallowed hard. "That sounds, educational."

Okay, the dimming lights were distracting. Tony worried that the arc reactor was malfunctioning. There could be a storm, but that'd never had any affect on the reactor's ability to run both his house and his business. He looked up, head cocking to the side when the lights dimmed then looked back to Niamh.

Any problems with the arc reactor could wait until later. He had candles in the house and they could do without power for a few hours until he got things up and running again.

"It should be extremely education." As if to illustrate his point, he licked her hipbone and worked his way across her belly, nibbling and kissing her skin, to the other hipbone.

Maybe that was why it was so easy for Niamh to absorb, and why absorbing the light fueling by the arc reactor wasn't helping herself control much. At all. Self-sustaining energy meant it wouldn't run out. Figured, not only was she dating Iron Man, but she was dating the only man in the universe whose scientific developments could fuel her own power indefinitely.

Which would be super, if she wasn't trying so hard to keep it at bay.

"Um, Tony," she said quietly, pushed out in a sharp exhale of breath, the soft lilt of her accent making it a question. "Speaking of education, you're not, um, opposed to, uh, certain genetic anomalies, are you?"

Times when you should tell your (possibly) boyfriend that you sort of have a superpower? Not during the prelude to sex. But damn if she was going to be able to control herself during the actual sex if she could barely control herself during the foreplay.

He paused in what he was doing, looked up at her with a puzzled expression and then pushed himself up onto the bed so that he was eye level with her. He was struggling with the whole clash of wanting her so damn much and the apparent need for conversation.

"Niamh, are you about to tell me that you used to be a man? Because it's possible we can make that work. Unless you are currently a man and even then I'm not entirely ruling it out. Even better, you're a man and a woman. It's like a threesome."

In other words, he was okay with genetic anomalies, at least in theory.

Snorting out a laugh, Niamh shook her head. "Promise I have always been a woman. It's not exactly like that."

She scooted up a bit, propping herself up on her elbows. Oh how was she going to explain this properly. Oh, by the way love, I can control light with my mind like a cartoon character.

A sigh pushed past her lips and she made a face. A second later, all the light in the room disappeared except for the pale glow that emanated from her skin -- talk about a healthy glow. She looked up, frowning with nervousness and locked her eyes with Tony's. All at once the light was back in the room and all was normal except Niamh was all pink and hot like she was running a fever.

"It's a bit more like that."

"Oh, well that's a relief, or perhaps a disappointment, depending on how you look at it." Always joking because it's really the easier way around things.

He sits up at the foot of the bed, watching her as she begins her little display. He begins with an amused curiosity. That curiousity grows to one of wonderment quickly followed up with an intense need to figure out how.

Check yourself, Tony. It's best not to want to dissect your girlfriend. Besides, that's not his sort of science.

"Impressive and here I was trying to decide how to tell you I like a nightlight when I sleep."

Except his brain is ticking on the hows and whys, the chemical reactions necessary to achieve such a result. What, Niamh, were you worried that he'd be horrified?

Of course she was worried he would be horrified! It isn't something you run into everyday, the girl that can control light with her mind, not everyone is a superhero in real life!

Although, maybe, because of who Tony was she shouldn't have been that surprised that he didn't seem to mind.

"You're bloody arc reactor is really powerful, let me just say, I feel a bit tipsy right now. I've never absorbed that much of... self-sustaining energy." She breathed out a somehow breathless sigh, giggling softly. "Gimme a mo', yeah?"

Yes, but Tony has met enough that he's only mildly surprised and amused by them nowadays.

Exactly. Now you're getting it, Niamh.

Tony smirked and glanced at his watch. "How long exactly is a mo' and of course it's really powerful. It's mine."

He was teasing with her. She was adorable tipsy. "You know, this makes you a very cheap date. Forget the Kristal. I'll just point you in the direction of my arc reactor."

Obligatory eyebrow waggle.

"I don't like Kristal," she said with another giggle. Pushing herself up a little more, she curled her arm around his neck to tug him closer. "A mo' is a unit of time, it's the same as a bit. Thirty three seconds. If you don't mind my apparent fever --" She could feel the heat coming from her own body from the light she absorbed, the way her skin was glowing pink like the precurser to a sunburn. "-- we can pick up where we left off?"

"Thirty three seconds. Excellent to know." He was a little bit fascinated, both by her and by the way the power got her so tipsy.

"Ah...I think I can handle the fever," he said as he rolled back over half on top of her, resting his weight on one elbow while he glided his fingers over her pinkened skin then dipped his head to kiss her ever so lightly.

Now that she was able to relax, she was much more present for the kissing, arms twisting around his shoulders, fingers brushing through his hair and tiptoeing across his skin. Without the weight of her secret pressing down on her, Niamh very obviously relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy herself.

Much more present for the kissing was good and something Tony noticed. He grinned against the kiss, his fingers trailing over her skin. He broke the kiss only to nip at the curve of her neck.

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