[There were times when Tony was incredibly glad that he had lots of practice at things like parties. And dealing with handsy beautiful women (and some equally as handsy men, but that wasn't so much an issue this evening if only because there was Rogers to paw at) in a mostly flippant yet polite way. That isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy the attention, doesn't enjoy having eyes on him wherever he goes, but at tonight's party he was just a little bit of difficulty concentrating because of, ah, pre-party celebrations and just how damn eye catching Natasha was in that dress (even though he knows she has seven different weapons on her a- actually that makes it hotter).
It takes far too long in his opinion for the party to be over and for him to find himself alone with Natasha again. He doesn't resist being pulled along, a little too distracted with letting his hands wander over her curves as he is lead into his room. Locking the door, Tony moves in, raising an eyebrow at the grin.]
Mmm, I do, especially when you are involved.
[He follows the gaze and grins, eyes already dark as he moves closer.]
[It's true that she has weapons concealed in several places. Just like she's only wearing heels because she knows he likes them. Her grin stayed in place as she let go of his waistband to slide her hands under his jacket to push it away from his shoulders and down his arms.
She knew what she was getting into with Tony. How could she not? But there would always be a territorial streak running through her a mile wide that didn't care for sharing. It was why the parties were such a struggle.
And why right now, she was all too eager to remind just who he had been with before the night started, and who he was with now as it finished.]
Keep your eyes on the mirror.
[She leaned in, not even bothering to ghost her lips against his like she would normally, her mouth instead latching onto his jaw and then neck as her fingers knotted in his hair and she tugged his head back.]
I'm sadly going to be slow (even slower ;A;) with tags for the next little bit, sorrry oRZiwantmyarmorJanuary 29 2012, 23:54:37 UTC
[It's the little things that get Tony, the knowledge that Natasha is wearing the heels, that she has the weapons, that she could have her pick of anyone and yet oddly enough finds herself here, with him now. Yeah, just the little things. Tony hums as she pushes the jacket off, letting go somewhat reluctantly to let the jacket fall to the floor. He obviously didn't care about how expensive it was, not when he could be so close to Natasha.
Tony follows her lead, smile on his face has, though it takes him a moment to tear his eyes away from her to look at the mirror.
Honestly, Tony had never thought to use the mirror like this, never thought that he could indulge his enjoyment of watching even more with such a simple tool but right now, with Natasha directing his gaze there, he wondered what took him so long. ]
Hnnn, you really do have the best ideas...
[His gaze goes half lidded, choked groan as he watched their images in the mirror while she tugged his head back.]
Can't be any slower than me >.> I was trapped at workredinmyledgerJanuary 30 2012, 03:58:50 UTC
[She laughed against his skin, the sound morphing into something resembling a purr as she explored his throat and neck. Fingers stayed in his hair as she moved her free hand to his tie to start loosening it.]
I really do, don't I? But what can I say... you inspire me.
[The tie came loose and she slowly slid it off from around his neck, sparing a glance in the mirror herself as she started to tease her tongue against the shell of his ear.]
Unzip my dress, Tony. I'll keep the heels on just for you. Just don't be disappointed when you don't see panties. I may have skipped them tonight...
[The tie was dropped to the floor and she slowly started to unbutton his shirt, letting go of his hair now that he seemed to understand that watching the mirror was entirely the point of this exercise.]
It takes far too long in his opinion for the party to be over and for him to find himself alone with Natasha again. He doesn't resist being pulled along, a little too distracted with letting his hands wander over her curves as he is lead into his room. Locking the door, Tony moves in, raising an eyebrow at the grin.]
Mmm, I do, especially when you are involved.
[He follows the gaze and grins, eyes already dark as he moves closer.]
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She knew what she was getting into with Tony. How could she not? But there would always be a territorial streak running through her a mile wide that didn't care for sharing. It was why the parties were such a struggle.
And why right now, she was all too eager to remind just who he had been with before the night started, and who he was with now as it finished.]
Keep your eyes on the mirror.
[She leaned in, not even bothering to ghost her lips against his like she would normally, her mouth instead latching onto his jaw and then neck as her fingers knotted in his hair and she tugged his head back.]
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Tony follows her lead, smile on his face has, though it takes him a moment to tear his eyes away from her to look at the mirror.
Honestly, Tony had never thought to use the mirror like this, never thought that he could indulge his enjoyment of watching even more with such a simple tool but right now, with Natasha directing his gaze there, he wondered what took him so long. ]
Hnnn, you really do have the best ideas...
[His gaze goes half lidded, choked groan as he watched their images in the mirror while she tugged his head back.]
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I really do, don't I? But what can I say... you inspire me.
[The tie came loose and she slowly slid it off from around his neck, sparing a glance in the mirror herself as she started to tease her tongue against the shell of his ear.]
Unzip my dress, Tony. I'll keep the heels on just for you. Just don't be disappointed when you don't see panties. I may have skipped them tonight...
[The tie was dropped to the floor and she slowly started to unbutton his shirt, letting go of his hair now that he seemed to understand that watching the mirror was entirely the point of this exercise.]
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