iron_ically | 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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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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