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[neapolitan_man]

Tony is in the Oval Office, seated at the President's Desk--soon to be his desk--in his boxers and undershirt, feet propped up on the desk, bottle of beer in one hand and cigar in the other. It's been a good couple of days

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[spandexed_edie]

She leans against the desk, grinning, before reaching for the cigar, and taking a few puffs.

The Little Black Spandex he's referring to is quite the change from the dress she was wearing earlier.

A nice, hot shower to was the lingering feminist off was good too.

"Well, I do try, 'facet. For you."

After all, she's killed four people in two days, and helped him cause a lot of other chaos. Just for him.

She hands back the cigar as she settles on the corner of the desk.

[neapolitan_man]

He can certainly sympathize with having to wash feminist off. Oh, is he ever pleased that he'll never have to do that again.

"You're too good to me," he murmurs, reaching up to stroke her neck, and eventually pull her down into a kiss.

"You know, this office is too damn neat. And those chairs look awfully comfortable..."

[spandexed_edie]

She's pleased she got to wash this particular bodily fluid off rather than what Tony had to. It's much more satisfying in the long run.

Well, at least, from them.

She sighs a little under his hands, and goes willingly into the kiss, deepening it.

"Where ever you'd be the most comfortable, baby. I'm all yours."

[queenfaraday]

Apparently the pair are too caught up in their canoodling to hear the chopper landing on the lawn outside, and Queenie manages to walk in on them nearly in flagrante.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Tony. Let me guess, this is your plan to restore dignity to the Oval Office?"

From her current vantage point, she hasn't noticed his pantsless state yet.