Apartment above Stark Industries, Saturday morning
It had been a long time since Harriet Jones had woken up with someone. So long, in fact, that she couldn't actually remember the last time.
Had she thought about it, she would not have expected to wake up with someone this morning, especially not this someone. But, much to her surprise, Tony was still with her. More, he was curved around her, one arm draped over her, and by his breathing she thought he was still asleep.
She closed her eyes again. He was warm, this felt good, and soon enough she would have to deal with yesterday and tomorrow. For now, she would simply enjoy the moment.
[ooc: for the other person in the bed (and I never thought I'd be writing that) who was modded with permission.]
Had she thought about it, she would not have expected to wake up with someone this morning, especially not this someone. But, much to her surprise, Tony was still with her. More, he was curved around her, one arm draped over her, and by his breathing she thought he was still asleep.
She closed her eyes again. He was warm, this felt good, and soon enough she would have to deal with yesterday and tomorrow. For now, she would simply enjoy the moment.
[ooc: for the other person in the bed (and I never thought I'd be writing that) who was modded with permission.]