#069 - Housekeeping (MCU - Tony/Natasha)
Title: Housekeeping
Fandom: MCU/Iron Man
Pairing: Tony/Natasha
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Warnings: Suggestive content
Challenge: #69 Master and Servant
Tony Stark was sipping overpriced champagne from the bottle and wearing only a pair of hod-rod red silk boxers as he stood looking out of the hotel room's panoramic window. It was a pleasant evening in Paris.
Sometimes it was hard being the legendary Tony Stark. The name. The pressure of being a genius. The weighty responsibility of being Iron Man.
Other times not so much.
He'd just taken another swig when there was the knock on the door he had been expecting.
"Housekeeping."
Tony swallowed and called "Come on in!" He continued looking out of the window as he listened to the clicks of the door opening and closing. He took another mouthful of champagne and turned to look at Natasha.
"How many I be of service to you Mr Stark?"
Natasha was wearing a black and white French maid's outfit. It was trimmed with lace, showing a generous amount of cleavage. She was wearing fishnet stockings and black high heels that looked like they would take all of her balance to walk in. She was carrying a feather duster and had her hair up in a neat bun. She kept her expression flat, not making any comment on his state of undress.
"What's your name honey?"
"Nadia," Natasha replied. Tonight she was Nadia the maid. Tonight she was going to serve him.
"Well why don't you bring your service over here."
"Yes Mr Stark," Natasha said completely professionally.
Tony was fully hard by the time she reached him.
Fandom: MCU/Iron Man
Pairing: Tony/Natasha
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Warnings: Suggestive content
Challenge: #69 Master and Servant
Tony Stark was sipping overpriced champagne from the bottle and wearing only a pair of hod-rod red silk boxers as he stood looking out of the hotel room's panoramic window. It was a pleasant evening in Paris.
Sometimes it was hard being the legendary Tony Stark. The name. The pressure of being a genius. The weighty responsibility of being Iron Man.
Other times not so much.
He'd just taken another swig when there was the knock on the door he had been expecting.
"Housekeeping."
Tony swallowed and called "Come on in!" He continued looking out of the window as he listened to the clicks of the door opening and closing. He took another mouthful of champagne and turned to look at Natasha.
"How many I be of service to you Mr Stark?"
Natasha was wearing a black and white French maid's outfit. It was trimmed with lace, showing a generous amount of cleavage. She was wearing fishnet stockings and black high heels that looked like they would take all of her balance to walk in. She was carrying a feather duster and had her hair up in a neat bun. She kept her expression flat, not making any comment on his state of undress.
"What's your name honey?"
"Nadia," Natasha replied. Tonight she was Nadia the maid. Tonight she was going to serve him.
"Well why don't you bring your service over here."
"Yes Mr Stark," Natasha said completely professionally.
Tony was fully hard by the time she reached him.