[To say Natasha had been waiting all night for a moment alone with Tony would be an understatement. She couldn't even say what it was, the fact that he was in that Armani suit again - though really, how many suits of his weren't Armani, or the fact that he had left his hair dishevelled and ruffled in the wake of their encounter before the party.
But now, surrounded by their team members and a whole lot of Stark fangirls and fanboys, they had retreated to their separate corners. No one else knew about them, so PDAs were out, though she did come close to strangling one blonde with her bare hands for groping Tony right in front of her.
Now, finally, they were alone, and Natasha hooked her fingers in his waistband to pull him further into his bedroom before nodding for him to lock the door shut. Her gaze flicked to the large mirror that practically spanned the length of the wall and she smiled at him wickedly.] You like to watch don't you, Tony?
[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.]
[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.]
12... because Steve is picky and we had to argue through the options.neverbackeddownJanuary 29 2012, 20:41:11 UTC
Tony was for lack of a better word, a work-aholic. He made Steve look lazy and he was never any such thing. If it wasn't lab work on top of meetings Ms Potts insisted on and even more SHIELD or Avenger meetings... not to mention training... And Steve was irritated. The super soldier was starting to twitch whenever Tony had to be pushed to the next thing on the agenda before he'd even finished the thing he was working on. Then all the sleepless nights in the lab? Why did it seem Steve got crankier than Tony did
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...still, made me laugh XDiwantmyarmorJanuary 30 2012, 00:23:34 UTC
It wasn't so much a work-aholic as being- as being... yeah, okay so maybe he had a bit of an addiction to the whole working thing, but he couldn't be blamed. Things needed to be done, armor needed upgrading, the board of Directors needed to be soothed, Fury needed to yell at him (or at least give him the one eyed glare) and Tony...well Tony was okay with that. For the most part. He had learned a long time ago how to go from project to project to meeting with only a few cups of coffee and some well placed naps.
What Tony was not used to was someone else noticing. Or, having a someone else at all for that matter. Tony still wasn't entirely sure what to do and was really just waiting for Steve to come to his senses and run as fast as he could away from Tony. That wasn't to say that he was trying to actively ruin it, he just didn't know what to do with himself because he actually cared
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We need to quit writing novels XDneverbackeddownJanuary 30 2012, 02:02:30 UTC
To say he wasn't at least slightly smug about the look of surprise that pretty much helped him get away with the genius with little struggle would be a lie. Not that Tony could have squirmed away from Steve. And the fact he's had to get to this point meant that he wouldn't even begin to believe that Tony would have surrendered if he'd asked nicely. Regardless of 'kidnapping' the inventor, Steve was still very careful with him
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Do we *need* to or is it one of those we should kind of things...iwantmyarmorJanuary 31 2012, 00:07:55 UTC
More to the point, there were very few situations in which Tony would struggle against Steve. Well, perhaps more than one would think, but unless he was really into his work there wasn't much that could take precedence over Steve. Despite what the more recent events would tell you; Tony hadn't meant to be ignoring Steve intentionally. He truly had things that needed to get done and he didn't think that Steve would miss him enough to kidnap him but he wasn't really complaining about that when it came right down to it anyway
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XD Should... but not likely to happen. neverbackeddownJanuary 31 2012, 02:11:22 UTC
Steve had to smile softly as he listened to the man protest. “I think you protest it too much.” Nuzzling along the hairline, his eyes lightened as he drew his fingertips down the curve of his neck. He huffed a very soft laugh at the comment that there was something wrong with him. Steve figured he was just a little too new at these things. It wasn't like he could even imagine something like this when a while back people stared straight passed him. “Maybe, but I don't think so
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...yeah, not at all. XDiwantmyarmorJanuary 31 2012, 03:22:39 UTC
"…isn't that Shakespear's line? I'm sure that it is. And I don't because I'm not cute. Not really. You're just… insufferable." Only not insufferable at all if the way Tony leans into the touch is any indication. It's…soothing and electric all at once and made Tony want to melt into the touch and pin Steve to the nearest surface. It was all very conflicting, but Tony was starting to get used to that, starting to get used to the way Steve was able to pull that from him with use a look and a few simple touches. "Mmmm, well I shouldn't complain if you don't, I suppose
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And they just give so much to work with...neverbackeddownJanuary 31 2012, 04:02:51 UTC
“'Thou dost protest too much.' It's a possibility, but I only know I've heard it before. Not really exactly where.” He looked instantly a little shy at that. To be caught using a quote and not have the foresight to know where it was taken from felt like a crime when talking to a genius. And for a moment the reminder of how different he and Tony were was a little painful. “I wouldn't...” And those two words bore a soft hint of sadness.
Steve's fingers curled into his palm tightly when those nails bit into his skin. Eyes fluttering closed, the soldier's back arched under the contact and he was pressing into those fingers. He couldn't explain it, not even a little bit. But it was amazing. Then the touch of that thumb to his hip had him jerking a little, hips pressing firmly into Tony's. “GodHe hummed a soft sound of utter content as his own nails dug into Tony's back just to draw him more solidly against his. Pushing his hands further down the line of his back, he managed to collect his thoughts just enough to press his lips against his
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That's totally it. NOT OUR FAULT AT ALL.iwantmyarmorFebruary 1 2012, 20:57:20 UTC
There is a dismissive noise at that, Tony doesn't actually care where Steve got the line, he merely wanted something to focus on aside from the intensity and care that Steve seemed to focus on him. It was… new. Different and new and not something that Tony could deal with the way that he usually dealt with new things; taking them apart. And it seemed like that would be a problem that Tony would come across a lot with Steve if the nearly sad way that Steve said 'I wouldn't' was any indication. The genius gave Steve a curious look, unsure as to how he should deal with something like that. He would be lying if he said he understood why Steve seemed sad at all. "You'd be the first, most would like to blame insanity for their ability to tolerate me. Or maybe they blame prolonged exposure to me for insanity, either or
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NOT IN THE LEAST!neverbackeddownFebruary 2 2012, 04:01:20 UTC
“They're simply victims of their own lack of patience. Therefore missing out on amazing possibilities.” His tone was low and honest as he nuzzled along the curve of the genius' neck. A soft sigh escaped his lips at the feeling of those fingers on his skin... He liked it. Liked knowing that Tony was mapping out his skin again. Again. Keyword being again. From the rumors and stories, Tony never did enough repeat performances to get so familiar with anyone's skin. That gave him a slight smug amount of pride that he kept to himself
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It was things like that, honest little quips, that only seemed to prove to Tony that Steve could not at all be real and had to be a construction of his imagination. Laughing against Steve's temple, Tony walked his fingers along Steve's spine. "No one except you has that kind of patience, Steve. Not even saints…" And he could never be more pleased about that. He sometimes wonders what he did to deserve this but never really questions it too much. It was that patience that Tony loved so much, the fact that Steve could put up with him and still challenge him that made Tony stay. Gave him a chance to know Steve and spend the time mapping out his skin like he was now
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But now, surrounded by their team members and a whole lot of Stark fangirls and fanboys, they had retreated to their separate corners. No one else knew about them, so PDAs were out, though she did come close to strangling one blonde with her bare hands for groping Tony right in front of her.
Now, finally, they were alone, and Natasha hooked her fingers in his waistband to pull him further into his bedroom before nodding for him to lock the door shut. Her gaze flicked to the large mirror that practically spanned the length of the wall and she smiled at him wickedly.] You like to watch don't you, Tony?
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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.]
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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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