It all started with a heated stare from across the room during some charity event that neither really cared about. A smug grin and a shy roll of a shoulder was all it really took. The deal was made. They would, soon enough, escape their crowds. He checked his watch and nodded to himself. It would soon be time enough that they could slip away without notice. The niceties would all be through. Everyone would be reacquainted once more. Most of them were finished acting as though they'd never seen each other before. They could soon slip away and be together.
His hand was up under her skirt to find nothing there, just like they'd discussed, and her hands were working furiously at his pants. They had to be quick and discrete. No taking off of unnecessary clothing.
Her moans were muffled by his mouth. Discrete. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling at it in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wasn't holding back. Had to be quick.
She tightened her legs around his waist and he pressed her harder against the wall. She watched over his shoulder to make sure that no one was coming. It was the least she could do. They weren't exactly out of the way. It didn't take too long though. They'd been waiting all night for this. His fingers dug into her thighs and hers, into his shoulders as both swallowed back moans that would threaten to give away their game.
"Aren't you married, Mr Stark?"
"She'll never find out."