Tony/Emma drabble
Title: Booty Call
Characters: Tony Stark/Emma Frost
Rating: R
Word Count: 276
Disclaimer: Marvel owns
AN: written for comment_fic and inspired by dazzledfirestar's Tony! =)
The way icy blue eyes travelled up and down his body had been reason enough to make him forget his drink. He'd only taken one quick swig and the rest of his scotch was forgotten on the table, the ice cubes still bobbing around.
Emma found the grin plastered on his face as annoying as ever, but she would put up with it for the moment. Tony walked towards her and she let him place his hands at her hips. He was one of the most skilled men she'd known, after all. With a reputation, she knew from personal experience, that was entirely based on fact. He really was that good.
His lips were on hers before she had a chance to remind him this was for one night only. The last time…hell, who cared about the last time, his hands were on her now. His tongue was swirling around her right nipple now. And his thigh was between her legs rubbing against her just the right way now.
“It’s been too long, Ms. Frost.”
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
And other such silly words and phrases were said by Tony as he undressed her. Emma rolled her eyes, quickly tiring of it, but let him take her over to the couch.
"Perhaps you should put your mouth to better use," Emma suggested, then wondered if she actually liked him. What a nauseating thought, but since when did she make suggestions instead of simply giving orders?
"Just remember who called who, sweetheart," Tony reminded her, that annoying, triumphant grin in place.
"Oh, shut up," she managed before grabbing his hair and pulling his head down between her thighs.
Characters: Tony Stark/Emma Frost
Rating: R
Word Count: 276
Disclaimer: Marvel owns
AN: written for comment_fic and inspired by dazzledfirestar's Tony! =)
The way icy blue eyes travelled up and down his body had been reason enough to make him forget his drink. He'd only taken one quick swig and the rest of his scotch was forgotten on the table, the ice cubes still bobbing around.
Emma found the grin plastered on his face as annoying as ever, but she would put up with it for the moment. Tony walked towards her and she let him place his hands at her hips. He was one of the most skilled men she'd known, after all. With a reputation, she knew from personal experience, that was entirely based on fact. He really was that good.
His lips were on hers before she had a chance to remind him this was for one night only. The last time…hell, who cared about the last time, his hands were on her now. His tongue was swirling around her right nipple now. And his thigh was between her legs rubbing against her just the right way now.
“It’s been too long, Ms. Frost.”
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
And other such silly words and phrases were said by Tony as he undressed her. Emma rolled her eyes, quickly tiring of it, but let him take her over to the couch.
"Perhaps you should put your mouth to better use," Emma suggested, then wondered if she actually liked him. What a nauseating thought, but since when did she make suggestions instead of simply giving orders?
"Just remember who called who, sweetheart," Tony reminded her, that annoying, triumphant grin in place.
"Oh, shut up," she managed before grabbing his hair and pulling his head down between her thighs.