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"So this is supposed to make the whisky taste better?" Tony eyed you skeptically.

Carefully dribbling water down the back of the barspoon, you nodded. "It's supposed to mellow out the edge of the whisky and bring out the richness of the malt."

"...that's just a fancy way of saying you're diluting the whisky." The billionaire deadpanned.
You shot him a glare. A mizuwari was so much more than just diluted whisky.

"I can't believe we drove around New York state just so you can make me diluted whisky," he whined and you resisted the urge to stab him with the ice pick.

"First of all, it's not diluted whisky, second of all we didn't drive all over New York state, it was just Manhattan and Brooklyn!" You argued back. And really it wasn’t your fault that the specialty ice shop was located in Brooklyn while the shop that carried the soft water was in the meat packing district.

"Whatever you say my dear, now can I have my fancy diluted whisky?"  Tony teased, placing a kiss on your neck.

You resisted the urge to simultaneously stab Tony and shudder in response to his actions. Stupid Tony and his ridiculous ability to elicit conflicting emotions in you...

Eyeing your handiwork one last time, you handed Tony his mizuwari.

Tony grabbed it non too gently and tipped his head in preparation to chug the drink. With reflexes honed over years of training, you smacked him before he could complete the action.

"Sip it." You ordered.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Okay okay, no need to get violent." Bringing the glass to his lips carefully, he thought back to how this whole incident started.

It was another cocktail Friday, and after a few drinks Tony wanted you to make him something uniquely Japanese. Your first reaction was to make him a mizuwari, which was whisky mixed with....water on the rocks.

Of course, as with all simple drinks, the perfect mizuwari was deceptively complex to made. It called for the perfect whisky, hard ice made from distilled water that had 0% impurities that didn't melt easily and soft water that was low in minerals. The latter two were things you didn’t have lying around in the Stark Tower bar, which was why after sending Jarvis on a research run, you dragged Tony across town to make your perfect tipple.

Despite his skepticism, Tony indulged you because that is what Tony does. Although he had no doubts about your cocktail making skills, he was regardless, skeptical about how water could make single malt whisky better.

You watched Tony sip his mizuwari with bated breath, you knew you had inevitably set the expectation for the drink so high that it was possible that going to be disappointed by the simplicity of it. But you stood by your work, it was the best mizuwari a person can find on this side of the earth. Any better, they’d have to fly to Japan for it.

The billionaire playboy sloshed the liquid in his mouth, letting the taste seep into his tongue...and turned to stare at you with stunned eyes.

Swallowing, Tony couldn't control the disbelief that colored his voice. "How..."

"I told you, the water mellows out the alcoholic edge and deepens the flavor." You answered his unspoken question, smugness tinting your voice.

Taking another sip of his drink, Tony grudgingly admitted defeat. "Okay, you were right, this is more than diluted whisky." He pulled you into his lap and buried his face in your neck. "You’re always so full of surprises aren't you?"

At that, Tony couldn’t help but muse about how different things have become ever since you entered his life. Every day, every single day with you is always full of small surprises. The weekly cocktail surprises, animal shaped pancakes for dinner…You brightened up his jet-setting life with all these supposedly mundane surprises…not unlike how the water brightened up this whisky. Amused, he took another greedy sip.

"Hey, share the drink!" You half whined. You could always make yourself another one, but you balancing the ratio of ice to water to whisky perfectly seemed too troublesome at the moment.

Grinning mischievously, Tony stared you in the eye as he drained the glass of its contents. Immediately, you begin squirming in protest. Great now you had to make yourself a new one…

Just as you were about to get up, Tony grabbed you by the shoulder and covered your lips with his. You stilled and parted your lips obediently when Tony’s tongue, cold from the drink, sought for yours. Slowly, the drink trickled into your mouth and shifted yourself to wrap your arms around Tony’s neck as he continued to leisurely feed you the drink through the kiss.

Never let it be said that Tony stark was a selfish man when it came to his drinks.
Bar Top Romance ficlet [Tony Stark X Reader]
Hello my dear readers! I AM SO SO SO SO INSANELY SORRY. 

Life has been so crazy, that I don't even want to deal with it. All my writing inspiration is currently on vacation, something I desperately want to go on.  

So here's a ficlet that I churned out to thank you guys for waiting. 

Chapter 14 is in the works (it's been in the works for eons I know). 

Anyways, thank you guys for all your patience!! Enjoy?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 今年もよろしくお願いします!
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(Contains: sexual themes and strong language)
 As always, you were the first to wake. The normally cold room was a lot warmer than usual, but you knew it wasn’t because of the warm rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The source of warmth behind you stirred and you allowed yourself a small smile. “Tony?” You murmured. The soft breathing against the nape of your neck was your only reply.

 ‘I guess he isn’t awake yet,’ you thought to yourself and wriggled to make yourself more comfortable. You were in no rush to get out of bed anyways, cold air in your opinion, is pure evil. However, you suddenly stiffened when you realized something hard poking you from behind. Your first reaction was to groan inwardly in denial.

 ‘It can’t be, this is too cliché, shit like that only happens in the movies!’ Tentatively, you shifted again, and the back of your thigh inevitably rubbed against the appendage in question. The reaction was instantaneous, the steady breaths on the back of your neck morphed into a breathy moan and Tony tightened his hold on you, pressing himself against your back.

 ‘Calm down,’ you told yourself, falling back to your breathing exercises (albeit for a completely different reason right now), ‘This is normal, this is a normal biological reaction.’ You convinced yourself futilely.

 For a while, you laid there tense and unmoving while Tony’s erection remained stubbornly pressed against your thigh. Your decision to remain still was based on two reasons, the first, you didn’t want to…’agitate’ Tony any more than you have, and the second, you didn’t want to risk waking Tony. Unlike Tony, you actually have shame, and although it is his erection poking at you, you were pretty sure that you’d be the one dying of embarrassment.

 Unfortunately for you, tenseness and hypersensitivity went hand in hand, and it wasn’t long before the warm breaths on the back of your neck began to tingle. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of every point of skin contact between you and Tony. Especially his lips that were mere millimetres from junction between your neck and shoulder. Then, Tony’s moved. Precisely speaking, Tony thrust his hips against yours, eliciting another groan. The action sent shivers down your spine and his hot breath against your neck toppled you into arousal. A few more thrusts later, Tony was effectively humping you and it was taking all of your self-control to not buck back against him. You wondered if Tony was actually awake and doing this on purpose. Then suddenly, just as you were fighting against your libido and thinking of how to get out of the situation, the source of heat behind you rolled away. Cold air immediately attacked your back, but instead of tensing up, you relaxed, relief running through your body even though it is still in overdrive.

 Several moments later Tony snapped his eyes open and greeted you sunnily. “Morning babe,” he said with a sleepy smile.

 Normally, you would have blushed, or cooed (mentally of course) at that smile, but this morning all it did was make you want to jump Tony right there and then.

 ‘One-sided sexual tension,’ your lamented inwardly. ‘Only you (f/n), only you,’ You sighed, sexual-frustration running all time high. Perhaps a 9 year dry spell hadn’t been such a great idea… Caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize that your face had contorted into a frown. An action that sent alarm bells ringing in Tony’s head. Was something bothering you? Was spooning a bad idea? Was it the kissing? Did he overstep his boundaries?

 “(f/n)?” He asked tentatively, swapping out his usual pet name for you in favour of your real name.

 Tony’s concerned tone successful dragged you out of your thoughts. Doing a 180, you looked at him with an equally sunny smile, “Yes Tony?” Okay so maybe it was more like a 270 given how much you were overcompensating your smile to cover your frustration.

 “Is everything alright?” He asked, eyes serious.

 Catching the underlying worry in his eyes, you translated that as ‘are we alright?’ “Yea, just...had a bad dream,” you lied. A tiny voice in your head scoffed. Bad dream, right, Tony’s morning wood was just a bad dream.

 Thankfully for you, Tony seemed to buy your lie. “You poor thing,” he said, relief lacing his words as he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you close to him.

 You couldn’t help it. In your defence, you’ve resisted this reaction for over half an hour this morning. The moment Tony pulled you close, and unknowingly pressed his still-hard erection against the curve of your ass, you jerked. The action forced and unbidden moan to escape from Tony and he broke away from you almost as fast as he pulled you in.

 To your surprise however, Tony wasn’t gloating nor joking about the situation. Instead, he was red, spluttering mess. “Oh fuck…jesus, I didn’t, I’m so-..gods I didn’t realize. I…I’m sorry!” He stammered.

 Perhaps it was the unexpectedness of his reaction, or perhaps the morning’s incident fried your brain. Either way, the irony of the situation sent you into an uncontrollable laughing fit.

 “Um..(f/n)?” Tony asked, his embarrassment giving way to bewilderment. He was not expecting that reaction from you.

 “Sorry, it’s just…” You toyed with the idea of telling him the truth behind your ‘bad dream’, but then decided against it. It would just make things more awkward. “I’ve never seen you so flustered,” you said between laughs. Then, when you finally calmed down enough to look at Tony properly, the stunned look on his face sent you into another giggling fit.

 Obviously, Tony’s ego finally kicked in because his face quickly morphed into that of displeasure. “I do not get flustered!” Tony stated indignantly.

 “Uh huh,” you snorted as you tried to get your giggling under control.

 Unfortunately, Tony wasn’t amused by all your laughing, and so he did the only thing his wounded pride could think of. He tickled you. Strong arms wrapped around your middle as his fingers ran wild along the side of your stomach. Caught off guard, laughter erupted from you as you struggled to supress the instinct to cause bodily harm to your tormentor. That didn’t mean you didn’t put up a fight however, you thrashed around wildly, not truly making an effort to escape as Tony continued his merciless tickling.

 Somewhere along the line, Tony ended up straddling you to limit your struggling. Between Tony’s half-hard erection and your thrashing however, sexual tension immediately returned ten-fold, and the innocent tickling soon took on an arousing edge. It was a complicated feeling as you alternated between shuddering and struggling, breathy moans sneaking into your laughs. Soon, there were more moans than giggles and your thrashing had become disguised humping, an action that Tony was reciprocating instinctively. An unexpectedly loud moan from both Tony and yourself as you both bucked into each other sharply sent both of you crashing back into reality.

 Both of you stilled almost instantly. Nobody dared move a muscle as what both of you processed what you just did. You stared at Tony, unable to break eye contact while Tony stared back, his blush mirroring yours. Both of you were painfully aware of his erection that was pressed between your legs. Amidst the awkwardness and embarrassment though, was lust, and neither of you could decide if you wanted to bury yourself in a hole for the rest of eternity or kiss the other person senseless.

 A loud grumble from Tony’s stomach made that decision for you.

 “We should probably get breakfast,” you choked out, voice still breathless.

 Tony nodded dumbly and then swallowed thickly, “Yea we should.”

“Yea,” you echoed.

 For a moment nobody moved, then faster than the naked eye could follow, Tony scrambled off you and dashed off into the toilet. Burying your head into the soft pillow, you muffled a scream.

 Well that was great way to start your morning.

 Breakfast was, expectedly, awkward. Lunch wasn’t any better, some light conversation was managed. However you and Tony’s attempt at pretending the morning’s incident didn’t happen failed spectacularly. You could hardly look at each other without blushing or stammering. To make matters worse, Tony’s original plans had been to stay in for the day, so both of you couldn’t even distract yourselves with sights and activities. Having run out of things to do, the two of you had to resort to an early dinner, which was what you were munching on thoughtfully.

 Silence reigned supreme as you chewed mechanically, the taste of the food lost to you as you were deep in thought. Sure, what happened in the morning was unexpected, but hardly inconceivable. You were both consenting adults who are attracted to each other. The turn of events, albeit surprising, wasn’t abnormal. Besides, Tony bedded women all the time, heck, you played witness to the foreplay involved more than once, so why were you still blushing like a shy schoolgirl? ‘It’s all just natural, biological reaction,’ your mind asserted. Conclusion in mind, you decided that the awkward tension that plagued the two of you for the better half of the day had to go. Evidently Tony had similar thoughts because both of you spoke at the same time.


Both of you quickly snapped your mouth shut and stared at each other, eyes meeting as you did. Your face heated up almost instantaneously, and all previous thoughts about defusing the situation left you. An awkward silence once again settled between the two of you and after a while, you decided to try again.

 “So,” you brought up with false cheer, “What’s next on the agenda?”

 Tony pulled out his phone and scrolled down to the itinerary. “Jacuzzi,” he read out loud without thinking. You twiddled your fingers awkwardly as you waited for a follow-up comment, but there was none. Unable to take the tense silence anymore, you stood up abruptly, muttering about changing into your swimsuit.

 It seemed like a great excuse at the time, it gave you a chance to regroup in the bathroom and clear your head. It was only when you walked back out in your bikini did both of you realize how terrible the Jacuzzi idea was. Tony had taken the liberty of changing into his swimming trunks and found himself a spot in the Jacuzzi that occupied the balcony. You felt incredibly self-conscious, walking towards the balcony, not because Tony was staring at your barely-covered form but because he was trying so hard to not stare. Tony gave you a wide berth as you settled yourself in the Jacuzzi, scooting away to the far end of the tub leaving a good meter of space between the two of you. The awkward silence continued as you both snuck obvious glances at each other.

 You wanted to berate yourself for all your not-so-subtle glances, but it was hard for your eyes to not stray when a shirtless Tony sat across you. ‘Shirtless and wet,’ your unhelpful mind supplied. While you were raging a battle against your hormones, Tony was waging a war of his own. Namely, one between his head and his dick. Unfortunately for him, the latter was winning. It wasn’t his fault though, Tony tried to reason with himself. You were in a bikini, a revealing bikini (granted, he was one who bought it). It was taking all of Tony’s willpower to not mentally undress you, not that there was much left to imagination. Noting that his thoughts had taken a dangerous turn, Tony tried to distract himself with other thoughts. That plan ran awry too when the morning’s images came flooding flooded him. Except now, your sleeping clothes were replaced by the bikini you were now wearing.  From the corner of your eye you could see a bulge beginning to form in Tony’s trunks. Resigning in the blush that was starting to spread, you fumbled for a solution. Glancing around wildly (or as wildly as you can without being obvious), your eyes settled the bar tucked away in the suit. Life wasn’t such a bitch after all.

 Remembering that it was Friday, you quickly got out, towelling yourself at record speed and made a beeline for the bar. Tony’s eyes followed you with a confused look on his face.

 “Can’t go around ruining our Friday night ritual now can we?” you commented.

 Tony nodded, but waited a while before following suit (probably waiting out his unfortunate hard-on), and took his usual seat before you at the bar. Tony sat quietly while you picked out alcohols for the drink, drowning himself in your fluid motions. Conversation hadn’t been this sparse since the first cocktail night you guys had. Frankly, the silence was killing you.

 “Tony, could you put on some music?” You asked as you shovelled some ice into the shaker.

Grateful for something to break the silence, Tony did as he was asked. Several moments later, acid jazz filled the room. Figuring that you guys needed a stiff drink, you mixed up something you don’t normally make. Setting two cups before Tony, you gave the lighter a twirl before setting the drink aflame, the alcoholic beverage instantly caught fire. You tried to keep the surprise off your face when the fire burned stronger than you expected it to, so perhaps increasing the dosage of the drink wasn’t such a good idea….

 “The Zombie,” you stated as you waited for the fire burned itself out.

 Picking up the glass carefully, Tony gave it a suspicious sniff. “What’s in it?”

 “4 different types of rum, apricot brandy, pineapple juice and lime juice,” you rattled as you picked up your own drink and took a generous sip.

 Tony hmmed and  brought the drink to his lips. “Doesn’t taste that alcoholic.” He stated and then proceeded to chug the drink.

 The action annoyed you a little, as a bartender, you prefer your cocktails to be enjoyed, not downed like cheap liquor. So Tony wants to get drunk? Then he shall.

 4 more deceptively strong cocktails later, Tony was getting sufficiently tipsy, as were you. Truth of the matter was, while your alcohol tolerance was above average, you weren’t impervious to its effects like Tony assumed. Your body simply metabolizes alcohol much faster, hence allowing you sober up and avoid hangovers. That and you operated at a much higher level than most people when under the influence of alcohol. Hence despite your sharp movements, you were actually getting quite buzzed. You paused your work as you thought about what drinks to make next. You’ve pretty much gone through most of the heavy hitters, other equally strong drinks would require very little mixing and thus wouldn’t keep you occupied for long. But who were you kidding, even with the music, the silence was getting unbearable.

 “…You wanna learn how to make a Malibu Sunrise?” You asked suddenly.

 Tony looked up from his glass at the sudden question. “Um….sure.” He shrugged.

 “Come around,” you motioned, moving in further to make space for Tony.

 Tony slid behind the bar and listened to your explanation with interest, inwardly glad for the distraction from the tension that’s been haunting the two of you all day.

“Mix the Malibu and the orange juice, then pour the grenadine syrup down the side. Got it,” Tony said, fumbling up the bottle of Malibu eagerly.

You hung back, amused. Tipsy Tony was fun to watch. You wisely kept quiet as Tony over-poured the Malibu and nearly spilled the orange juice.

“This is a lot harder than it looks,” Tony admitted. Your actions have always been so fluid and steady, he felt like a clumsy kid compared to you.

You smiled and shook your head slowly. “It takes a while, you’re doing really good for your first time,” you said as you passed Tony the bar spoon to the shaker. You had intended to let Tony stumble through his first cocktail, but your body moved on its own when Tony started stirring he drink much like how most people stir their tea. “No no, you’re not supposed to let the spoon hit the sides of the glass!” You blurted out.

Tony quickly stopped what he was doing, “Then how am I supposed to stir it?”

“You’re supposed to swirl the spoon in such a way that the ice is suspended in a small…whirlpool in the glass. The spoon can’t hit the sides of the glass or the ice or it’ll melt even faster and mess up the ratio..” You struggled to explain the technique in English.

“….Whirlpool? Really?” Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow at you.

Sighing, you moved between Tony and the bartop, trapping yourself between Tony’s naked torso and the counter without much thought. Grabbing Tony’s hand with your own, you moved his hands into position and guided him through the process, completely neglecting how your unclothed back was in contact with his equally unclothed body. Tony laughed to himself, you were always so adorably focused on all things cocktail related. He was certainly savouring the moment though, it wasn’t every day that you initiated physical contact, especially not in your current state of undress.

“You get the feeling now Tony?” You craned your neck round to ask, forgetting how close you were to him. You immediately realized your mistake however when you locked gazes with Tony, his nose only millimetres away from yours. Suddenly you lost all ability to speak as you were enraptured by Tony’s clouded gaze.

 “Dance with me.” Tony suddenly asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

All you could do was nod dumbly, the closeness, combined with the husky quality of Tony’s voice overriding all your senses. If you were any more sober, you’d have blamed the sudden change in atmosphere on the alcohol. As it was however, all you were capable of doing was reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck while Tony wrapped his arms around your waist. Both of you swayed slowly to the music, caught up in the alcohol induced moment. Your faces drifted closer and closer and eventually your lips met. The kiss was languid, but full of passion. Tony wasted no time snaking his tongue pass your lips, savouring the lingering taste of the cocktails in your mouth. You instinctively returned the gesture, your tongue coiling around his in an almost teasing manner.

 Suddenly aware of the amount of skin contact you guy shared, the urge to deepen the kiss magnified and you tightened your arms around him, pulling him down so you could kiss him better. After several moments of playful tongue action, Tony broke the kiss moved to suckle on the skin of your neck, causing you to moan and grind into him. You craned your neck to reciprocate the action but was unable to reach his neck. So instead, you ran your hands up and down his chest, caressing as you went. Moans fell from your lips as you savoured the feeling of Tony’s rippling muscles beneath your fingers, feeling every bit as amazing and delicious as you imagined. Your actions seemed to have turned Tony on even more because he backed you into the wall non-too-gently and bit into your neck, cupping your ass as he did. The pain-laced pleasure had you moaning and bucking against him. Instinctively you, you wrapped your legs around Tony. He took that as a cue to pick you up carry you towards the bed.

 Inhibitions completely forgotten, Tony threw you onto the bed and straddled you roughly, his lips never once leaving your body. He continued to kiss your neck, making his way down your collar, then to the valley of your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples through your swimsuit. You arched into him uncontrollably, pleasure shooting through your body. But the contact was clearly not enough for Tony. Annoyed at the material separating him from your skin, he undid the knot the held your top together and yanked it off, throwing it across the room without a glance. Too drunk on alcohol and pleasure to be self-conscious, you moaned Tony’s name wantonly when he captured a stiff bud between his lips. His tongue winding around your nipple while he sucked. Your hips humped his without your permission, craving for friction of any sort.

 “Tony,” you moaned.

 Tony released the tortured bud and looked up, chuckling at your needy form. Your hair spilled over the pillow, your face flushed and your eyes clouded with pleasure. Dissatisfied by the sudden lack of contact, you pulled him in for a heated kiss, grinding your hips into his erection to relief your arousal. Tony broke the kiss and nipped your ear.

 “Naughty girl,” he admonished gently, his voice low. At that, Tony trailed his hand lower and lower until his fingers were resting gently against your lower lips. He rubbed them and smirked at the dampness on the material. “You got out from the Jacuzzi hours ago,” he teased.

 You pouted but couldn’t maintain your displeasure for long as he rubbed soft circles on your clit. “Tony,” you breathed, “Please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Tony commented with a teasing lilt in his voice. Instead of touching you more however, Tony moved his hands away, causing you to mewl in protest. Chuckling at your reaction, Tony pulled off the last article of clothing on you with his free hand, leaving you completely naked beneath him.

 The feeling of being completely undressed before Tony left a rush in you, without thinking you pulled Tony down, crashing your lips into his, an action which he gladly obliged. As he tongue danced against yours, his fingers resumed their previous position. Dipping a finger into your entrance, Tony swore into the kiss. Wriggling his finger inside you, Tony broke the kiss to ask, “Fuck you’re tight, when was the last time you did this again?”

 You addled brain took a while to process the question. “9 years ago,” you replied succinctly before attacking Tony’s neck.

 “Fuck, it’s practically going to be like fucking a virgin,” he muttered between gasps caused by your ministrations. He added another finger, stretching you, as he mapped out the most intimate place on your body. Your open mouthed kisses turned into a bite as Tony curled his fingers to rub against your g-spot. The moan your bite drew from Tony had you repeating the action as he continued to thrust his sopping digits in and out of your pussy. Deciding that you were prepared enough, Tony withdrew his fingers, pausing for a moment to lick them clean. Not thinking straight, you rose up to join him, licking your own juices off his fingers, your tongue mashing with his as he drew you in for a kiss instead.

 While you were distracted, Tony quickly pulled his own trunks off and you stole a glance at the member that has been pressed against you so many times today. If your lips weren’t occupied you’d have licked them in anticipation. You lifted your hips to rub against Tony’s now uncovered member, silently urging him to continue. Tony broke the kiss and settled between your legs, lining up his member against your entrance. You held your breath in anticipation of being filled, being taken by the man you love. Tony squeezed his eye shut as he felt the head of his cock press into your waiting entrance and he couldn’t resist the urge to look down at your eager and willing form.

  ‘Mine, my love, my woman-‘ he thought and then he stopped short. The passionate gleam in Tony’s eyes faded into a cross between horror and disappointment and he scrambled off you the second time that day, throwing the blanket over you as he did.

 “I’m sorry (f/n) I can’t,” Tony blurted out suddenly. Fuck, he swore to himself, he couldn’t believe how badly he screwed up. He had gotten too carried away. You on the other hand, left hanging, with no explanation felt your temper flaring.

“What the fuck Tony? What do you mean you can’t?” Your sexual-frustration fuelling your anger. He did not just put you through all that and leave you hanging before the main event. Besides, this is Tony, Tony Stark, he does not get cold feet at all things related to sex.

“I just…I can’t alright. I’m sorry,” Tony struggled to explain. He should have just waited, why didn’t he wait, it was just another few hours. Why did he have to go think with his dick. Stupid stupid Tony.  He tried so hard to do things right by you and he had to screw up at the last minute.

Tony’s explanation, or lack of thereof, left you feeling vulnerable and disgusting. You were aware that Tony often bedded much more attractive women, but you didn’t think you looked that terrible. Was it your scars? Despite your best efforts, you were a cage fighter and a bodyguard, it was impossible to be unmarked, even with your skills. But the worst of your scars was a thin, faded white line across your lower back, the rest were barely visible thanks to laser treatment, courtesy of Kisara-sama. You curled up into a ball subconsciously, insecurity written all over your face. You were not going to cry, you weren’t.

 Tony snapped out of his thoughts just in time to see the damage he has done. Oh great he’s screwed up even more. Now he’s made you feel like shit.

“Babe, look at me, it’s not you, it’s me,” he started then stopped when he realized that what he just said probably made things even worse.

“It’s you? Well I guess it has to be, you’re the one who’s always being serviced by gorgeous women, totally not my fault that I don’t live up to your standards,” you spat out bitterly without thinking.

 Tony groaned. He definitely just made things worse. Seeing Tony speechless, you angrily got off the bed, clutching the blanket to your body to get dressed. You were feeling far too vulnerable naked.

Your sudden action alarmed Tony and he quickly called out, “(f/n)! Wait!”

“What!? I’m going to get dressed so you don’t have to look at my disgusting body anymore!” You all but yelled.

Tony wanted to shoot himself in the head, repeatedly. Really? You thought you weren’t attractive to him? Even though he was sitting there with a raging hard-on despite all his self-loathing?

“I just wanted to do things right by you!” He blurted out.

You stopped.

“What?” You cocked your head to the side in confusion.

He sighed, looks like cat’s out of the bag.

“You’re…you’re important to me. You’re not just another notch in my bedpost and I don’t want you to feel that way. I wanted things to be official before we took this step,” he confessed.

 You sat back down with a huff, uncertain if you wanted to be relieved or annoyed. You decided on both, because for fuck’s sake, for the first time in your life, sex actually seemed like it would feel good. You actually felt good and wanted to fuck, but no, Tony chooses this time to be sentimental.

“Look Tony I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know when you’ll be ready. And I don’t want to be left sexually frustrated until you are ready to be official!” You said, trying hard not to sound annoyed and failing.

 Tony searched your eyes and then sighed loudly. Then, very grudgingly, he admitted, “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight, after dinner. But I guess now it’s ruined.” He sighed bitterly.

 You perked up at that. He was planning to confess to you tonight? “So, does that mean we can do it now?” You asked hopefully.

Tony mock glared at you and threw a pillow in your face which you caught with ease. “No, we can’t.”

You pouted, “But!” You whined.

 Tony stood up, shimmied into his boxers and threw one of his shirts in your direction.

“But nothing. I need to go figure out a new surprise confession now. And don’t give me that look,” he warned as you attempted to give him the puppy dog eyes. “I said I’ll do things right by you and I mean it.” He said resolutely.

 You sighed, Tony was nothing if not stubborn, you knew you weren’t going to get him to change his mind on the issue. So instead, you tried for a different angle.

“Alright, but…at least help get me off?” You asked with a tinge of hope as you dropped the blanket.
 Tony drank in your naked form, sorely tempted but then shook his head. You had no idea what you did to him. Tony was a man of his word, yes, but he also wasn’t a saint. He didn’t trust his self-control to be good enough to resist the temptation of fucking you senseless a second time. So, despite his dick screaming at him for being an idiot, Tony moved to pull his shirt over your head.

 “Go to sleep babe,” he stated in a tone that you often used on him when he was being petulant.

 Inwardly, you mused at the role reversal. “But Tony~~” You whined again.

“Go to sleep (f/n),” he repeated, and without waiting for your reaction, he pulled you under the covers with him, once again spooning you.

 Knowing that the decision was final, you sighed and snuggled against Tony’s naked torso. For a moment all was silent, then you snuck a glance and noticed that Tony was still wide awake. Biting your lips, you decided to take the risk. You moved up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, and you looked at him shyly with half-lidded eyes.

“I love you Tony.” There you said it.

“I-“ Tony opened his mouth to reply and then stop short. He looked at you with narrowed eyes and you stuck your tongue out. Looks like your plan was found out. “Nice try babe, now go sleep.” He huffed good naturedly.

You shrugged. Oh well, it was worth the shot.
Bar Top Romance CHAPTER 13 [Tony Stark X Reader]

Hope you guys enjoy your 'present'. I honestly suck at fluff, and then there's some smutty scenes. In short I think I fried my own brain writing this. It's back to the plot proper after this, phew.

Anyways, happy holidays everyone!! 
You were stressed, actually, you were beyond stressed. Now that it has been identified that SHIELD, or rather, your mom, was the target for the attacks, Tony has happily waved Fury goodbye (or in his own words, left them to die) and returned to planning his crazy international Stark Expo.

Despite the fact that the threat has been nullified, both Kaiba and Tony have gotten into the swing of things and were vicariously planning out one of the most insane technology expo the world has ever seen…which for you meant mountains and mountains of paperwork.

“JARVIS, create a sub-folder for the import regulations for rare materials,” you said as you highlighted the necessary documents to migrate to the new folder. As the files transferred you leaned back into the chair, rubbing the bridge of your nose tiredly. New inventions are great and all, the only problem is that policies are not being made fast enough to catch up to them, case in point the importing of copernicium, the new element Tony created that is central to the running of arc-reactors.

“Morning sunshine!” Tony waltzed in holding a blueberry muffin and a mug of coffee. You cracked one eye open and eyed the billionaire warily. Tony frowned at the prominent eye bags on your face and “Something wrong babe?” You glanced at the holograms on the table and sighed, “Nope, just you know, red tape.”

 Tony took another bite out of his muffin as he skimmed through the contents of the projection, he hummed thoughtfully as he chewed. You looked at him in anticipation, hoping that his genius mind would come up with a solution for this administrative hell. Nodding to himself, Tony set down his coffee and muffin and walked behind you.

 You turned your head to follow him until your neck could not turn anymore, and you stared at him from the corner of your eye. “Tony?” You asked. Instead of answering you, he let his fingers work out the knots on your shoulder and you bit back a groan.

 “You know what I think?” He asked as he worked on a particularly stubborn knot, causing you to wince as you shook your head. “I think,” he paused as he waved away all the hologram on the table, “You need a holiday.”

 “Tony, we’ve been through that already,” you turned the chair to face him, a small part of you mourning the loss of his skilful fingers. “I need to sort this all out or we can’t have the expo,” you explained for the umpteenth time. That and if you didn’t get all of the bureaucracy sorted, Kaiba will probably kill you. You liked living thank you very much.

 Tony shot you a look, the same look you usually gave him when he’s being petulant, “I don’t pay all those idiots in the office good money to make you sit here and do their work. To quote what you said to Kaiba before we left, ‘There are hundreds of employees sitting in that building making sure nothing goes wrong with the company, it won’t kill you to take a break for a few weeks.’ "

 Reflexively you opened your mouth to retort but Tony was right, you just hated that he used your own words against you. Heaving a sigh, you stood up and stretched, “You’re right, someone else can lose sleep over all this crap.”

 You immediately regretted your words after you said them as you saw Tony’s eyes light up mischievously, “Great! Because we leave now,” he announced and then proceeded to drag you out of the workshop.

 “But I haven’t even packed!” You protested.

 “JARVIS?” He asked.

 “Ms (l/n)’s luggage has already been packed and loaded onto the plane,” the AI replied dutifully.

 You groaned as you let Tony drag you out the tower in nothing but your home clothes. If only he got actual work done with the same level of efficiency he does with his impulses…

 You snuggled yourself into the seat of the plane that is currently headed to Port Soller in Mallorca. You were pleasantly surprised that Tony chose the seaside resort over his usual flashy Vegas retreat, but you weren’t about to complain. Peace is definitely a welcomed change.

 You stared at Tony, who was pouring over some blueprints Kaiba had sent over for the integration of the Arc Reactor into Kaiba Land and thought back to how things have changed after his ‘little’ confession.

In all honesty, after the confession, things between you and Tony surprisingly remained largely the same. The biggest difference is probably that you no-longer have to second-guess his affectionate gestures and can enjoy them fully. That and the one-night stands have stopped. He still flirted with other women, but that was mostly to get you jealous (and though you would not admit it, most of the time, it worked.) You were almost a little disappointed at the lack of progress in your relationship, but now that you were on this trip…your thoughts trailed off as you smiled to yourself.

Unknown to you, Tony’s eyes kept flickering to you as he looked through the blueprints. Tony had always been making moves on you, courting you should come to him like second nature, except it wasn’t. He wants to do right by you and take you out on dates, but he doesn’t know how. Looking back at his life, Tony realized that he has never had to romance any women. It has always been one night stands or crazy parties. The first woman he ever ‘romanced’ was Pepper, and we all know how that went. Who would have guessed, Tony Stark, billionaire playboy philanthropist, stumped by courtship.

Not that he didn’t try of course, so he didn’t take you out on expensive dinner dates, or buy you a giant bunny, but it’s the little things that count. After returning to Stark Tower, Tony promptly ordered JARVIS to replace all the equipment at the bar with best bartending equipment money could buy. The first cocktail night you guys had upon returning from Japan had you doing a double-take at the excessiveness that was the bar. So yes, it was a sweet gesture, but even Tony knew that he needed to break stalemate in this courtship before something blew up in his face (and with Tony’s luck, something probably would.)

It took him a while, but after watching you pull late nights and chew out the asses of the rest of the staff working in Stark Tower, Tony finally stumbled upon a solution. A vacation. Back when Pepper had your job, she had never stopped lamenting about going on a vacation. It seemed like a fool-proof idea. That in mind, Tony had impulsively went ahead and booked the most expensive suite he could find in Vegas…thankfully he had the foresight (for once) to ask for advice. Mokuba (because somehow the perceptive young boy made it completely acceptable to ask him for advice related to you) had promptly shut the idea down. Tony made a huge fuss about it, after all, this was Tony’s dream vacation, but after watching your face relax into a contented smile when he revealed the location, Tony was glad that he gave into Mokuba’s suggestion in the end.

Tony eyed your sleeping form one last time and patted his pant pocket nervously, he had the whole trip planned out, he could do this…

If only Rhodey knew about how nervous Tony was about a silly vacation…he would never let the billionaire live it down.

Tony grinned, feeling very pleased with himself as you openly gawked at the scenery outside the limo window. You were far too absorbed in the deep blue hues of the sea to notice his smugness, but the ocean did not keep you attention for long as the limo journeyed up the steep hills of the cliff that the hotel is perched on. Your eyes widened you guys sped past the signboard of the hotel.

You snapped your head around to face Tony, “Is this..?”

“Jumeirah Port Soller Hotel and Spa, wasn’t easy getting the lighthouse suite on such short notice, I must say,” Tony said smugly.

If your head wasn’t so busy exploding at the words ‘Jumeirah’ and ‘lighthouse’, you would have noticed that the limo had stopped at the hotel lobby. “If you’re not going to use that pretty mouth of yours, you might wanna close it,” Tony teased as he slid out of the door that was being held open for him.

Mechanically, you shut your mouth and followed your boss out of the car, nodding absentmindedly at the bell-boy who was holding the car door open. As Mokuba’s body guard, you have gone on your fair share of expensive vacations, however Kaiba was a practical man and Mokuba wasn’t big on spas and resorts in the first place. So while private jets (blue eye white dragon jets), yachts and skydiving were the norm for you…luxurious spa resorts were not.

“Mr. Stark, I really appreciate all of…this, but it must have cost a fortune, I couldn’t possibly…” You were cut short by Tony placing a finger on your lips.

“What did we say about the Mr Stark thing? We’re on holiday, YOU are on holiday. So it’s just Tony, and you don’t have to feel bad. I’m not spending all this money for a paid vacation for my PA,” He said with his signature grin. And as if the intimacy wasn’t enough, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’m spending it on the girl I want to impress.”

 Before you could react (or rather, pass out from blushing too hard), Tony moved away like nothing happened and strutted into the lobby of the hotel. Running through your breathing exercises, you followed suit.
You were not surprised to have the hotel’s manager greet the two of you with a score of staff behind him. With a high profile customer like Tony Stark, such special service was only natural. Yet as a service staff offered you a glass of orange juice which you took at Tony’s prompting, you could not help but shuffle your feet uncomfortably. You were not used to having that much attention and service thrown your way.

No sooner did the bell boys make off with your bags and jackets than the manager began the tour of the resort. You listened to the middle-aged man rattle on about the facilities half-heartedly, too busy feeling out of place. Sensing your discomfort, Tony offered you his arm with a cheeky grin. You took a moment to loop your arm around his, uncertain about the sudden ‘public’ display of affection. Somehow, it felt inappropriate, you were his personal assistant after all, although the long throes of other girls who had hung on his arm would beg to differ.

“Chin up,” Tony chastised gently, pulling you closer to him. You looked away involuntarily at the sudden intimacy, earning a chuckle from the millionaire beside you. “Am I that unpleasant to be around?” He asked, voice full of mock hurt.

Scandalized, you whirled around to retort. “Of course not! I’m glad to be here with you-“ You stopped short immediately, realizing the embarrassing confession you had just inadvertently made. If possible, Tony’s self-satisfied grin widened even further, causing you to blush harder. Inwardly you groaned, what was it with this man and his damned ability to make you blush like a high school girl with a crush. You were a bodyguard, an assassin!

“You’re too cute, you know that?” Tony said with genuine affection in his voice as he ruffled your hair with his free hand. “I’m not ashamed of you, of this,” He whispered at a softer volume, tone a tad more sincere. “Quite the opposite actually,” he continued with a small heartfelt smile.

You looked away, keeping your mouth stubbornly shut in case it decided to embarrass you further. Secretly though, his words managed to calm you and send your heart racing at the same time. Subconsciously, you pulled yourself closer to Tony, pressing your body against his arm. Evidently the closeness was something Tony was not expecting, and if you had turned back to look at him, you would have realized that Tony’s sudden silence wasn’t because he was inwardly laughing at your expense, but because he was too busy surprising a blush of his own.

If the manager noticed the intimate exchange behind him, he wisely kept it to himself, although if anyone squinted hard enough, they would have spotted the amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The rest of the tour flew by and before long, the two of you arrived at the lighthouse suite.  The manager rattled off another string of pleasantries that was lost to you. Tony waved the manager off as he stared at your gobsmacked face. He keeps forgetting that you never stayed at his Malibu mansion and seaside views were probably not something you were treated to on a daily basis. Then again, the view from the lighthouse suite was particularly spectacular.

“The view’s not going to go anywhere,” Tony said as he leaned against the doorway. In a fit of childishness, you turned around to stick out your tongue at him. Tony just shook his head slowly at your reaction and moved to hug you from behind. “So shall we go pick out your room?”

Away from prying eyes, you relaxed into his embrace but then tensed up again, “Pick out my room?” You questioned, turning to face the billionaire.

Tony looked at you with a single raised brow, the amused expression quickly morphed into a devious one. Alarm bells began to ring in your head. “Why, did you think we were going to sleep in the same bed?” Tony looked at you suggestively.

Your stammered a retort, but your nervousness betrayed your thoughts. Specifically, you hadn’t quite thought as far as sleeping arrangements, but a small part of you had assumed that Tony would want to share a bed with you…

“I’m joking,” a laugh rumbled through his chest. Partially annoyed and partially embarrassed (that seemed to be the most common feeling when dealing with Tony these days), you settled for a glare. “There’s only one bed in this suite,” he whispered into your ear, voice low, sending shivers down your spine. Instinctively, you tore yourself out of his arms and ran upstairs to the bedroom, face red, heart racing. He really needs to stop doing that to you.

By the time Tony made it upstairs, you were already flopped on the bed, staring at the lighthouse across the bay. So that’s why they called this the lighthouse suite. You felt the mattress sink deeper and deduced that Tony had joined you on the bed. Before you could crane your head to get a better view you felt sturdy fingers run through your hair. A sense of serenity washed over you, and for a while, Tony and you stayed in that position, with his fingers casually combing through your hair as you basked in the comfortable silence.

Eventually however, your PA side kicked in and you realized that you probably needed to come up with some sort of plan for the holiday seeing as Tony wouldn’t.

“Mr-Sorry, Tony, could you pass me the resort’s brochure,” you sat up.

Tony moved to do as you asked but stopped short, “Why?” Tony asked, face puzzled.

 “I wasn’t really paying attention to the manager’s tour, and I need to work out a rough itinerary for the trip,” you said as you crawled across the bed to retrieve the black file yourself. Tony’s hand shot out to stop yours.

“You’re on vacation,” Tony deadpanned. You were about to retort but he silenced you with a look. “Besides, I’ve got it all sorted,” Tony patted himself on the chest smugly. For the umpteenth time that day, you were stunned into silence.

“I told you, there’s a girl I’m trying to impress,” his eyes twinkled.

Not really knowing how to react, you huffed with a grin and smacked him playfully in the shoulder. “Alright then Romeo, what’s the plan for today then?”

“Well,” he paused for dramatic effect. “I heard that the massages here are to die for. Hope you like orange essence oils, they’re famous for that here.” As if to emphasize his point, he tossed you one of the oranges sitting on the bedside table.

You caught it with one hand and brought it up to your nose, breathing in the refreshing scent. A massage sounded heavenly right now. Your knotted shoulders sang in agreement.

 You woke up feeling more refreshed than you have ever felt, it was nice to be able to sleep to your hearts’ content without alarm. Two straight days of spa have done your body wonders. If you were honest with yourself, you were feeling very spoiled. The morning air was cool in comparison to the warm blankets you were cocooned under. You could vaguely feel another heat source named Tony behind you. You smiled wistfully at that.

Although you and Tony were now sharing a bed, he was still cautious of boundaries, boundaries that he set for himself. And instead of cuddling up to you like you had expected, he had, respectfully, slept back facing you, keeping to what he called ‘his side of the bed’. The logical part of your mind chalked it up to him wanting to take things slow, the emotional part of you however was feeling very disappointed.

 A jostle in the sheets broke your train of thought and you quickly deduced that the genius billionaire had finally decided to join in the land of the waking. “Morning Tony,” you turned, careful not to let the cold air into your warm cocoon of blankets.

“A man can get used to this,” he said with his signature smirk, sleep not quite completely out of his eyes yet. You not so subtly kicked him, inwardly mused at how warm he was.

 “So, what’s the plan for today Mr tour guide!” You asked excitedly. You heard Tony mutter something that sounded like ‘morning person’ under his breath and bit back a chuckle. Irritated Tony was adorable.

 He shuffled closer to you, also careful to not move the blankets too much (inwardly, you smiled at how he was wary of cold morning air just like you), “Well,” he began, eyes drifting to a corner of the room as he tried to mentally recall the schedule, “We’ve pretty much done everything the resort has to offer. You up for some exploration?”

 Your eyes obviously betrayed your excitement as Tony cut you off before you could reply. “I’ll take that as a yes. Did I mention you’re too cute for your own good?” He added, leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead.

 You rolled your eyes at his comment, how could you forget, he only reminded you every other 5 minutes. “We should probably get up then,” you said unmoving.

 “Yea,” Tony agreed, equally unmoving.

 And so, there you both laid, revelling in the warmth of the blanket in mutual silence. Seconds passed and both of you burst out in laughter.

 “Okay we really need to get up,” Tony said.

 You nodded in agreement. “You first.”

 He turned to look at you, alarmed. “Oh no no, I couldn’t possibly, ladies first.”

 You raised an eyebrow at him and for a moment considered continuing the banter. But then a brilliant crept up on you, and instead you hummed in agreement. Just as Tony shot you a surprised look at your agreement, you threw off the blanket off both of you, exposing Tony to the cold air. And with trained athleticism, you leapt off the bed and dashed to the bathroom.

 Unprepared for the assault of cold air, Tony roared, “(F/N)!!!!!!” Sadly for him, your ringing laughter was his only reply.

 Resigning himself to his fate, Tony got about getting ready for the morning, a small smile on his lips despite your prank. Listening to your singing as you showered, Tony decided He could get use to this.

 You watched the view of Serra De Traumuntana whizz by below you with wide eyes. The view was simply breath taking. As enjoyable as the flight was however, it had to come to an end. Changing course, Tony eventually set you down at entrance of the orange grove, Ecovinyassa. While Tony stepped out of his suit, letting JARVIS send the Iron Man outfit back to the hotel room, you pulled off the bodysuit and goggles Tony passed you for the flight.

 “You know, when you said hiking, that wasn’t exactly what I pictured,” You commented. You were circling hiking trails on the map provided by the front desk when Tony threw you the suit and goggles, asking you to suit up before jetting the both of you off. You shouldn’t have expected any less. Trekking on foot? Tony? You shook your head slowly at your own naivety.

 “But it works no? Now we know which places we want to check out for the next few days.” Tony replied with his typical smugness.

 “Yes, yes,” you relented. Mallorca wasn’t exactly a tiny island, it wouldn’t be possible to cover half the attractions without Tony’s suit. Besides you liked flying, so you weren’t really about to complain.

 The owners of the orange grove were obviously informed of your arrival as aside for the typical wide-eyed stare that everyone wears when they see Iron Man, there weren’t any additional commotions. Once you and Tony were both presentable, Tony led you by the arm into the orchard for the self-guided tour.

 Ecovinyassa was an orange grove that was surrounded by the mountains, growing up in Tokyo, living in Domino and now in New York, to be around this much nature was a breath of fresh air for you. Perhaps it was because you were on vacation, or perhaps it was the change in scenery, for once you were genuinely relaxed and acting your age.

 “Oh my god Tony, look, the chicken! It’s pecking at the seeds!” You pointed out a tad too excitedly. Okay so maybe for once you were acting younger than your actual age.

 Tony simply looked on with an affectionate smile. A myriad of thoughts passing through his brain as he watched you run around the orchard, marvelling at the animals, fruits and trees with childlike wonder. You were the second woman he ever fell in love with and this was the first vacation he ever took with a girl he actually had feelings for. The very thought of it sent warm feelings throughout him. The way the sun bounced off your hair, the sound of your laugh, Tony swore to burn all these little details into his memory. Maybe sometimes, happiness is this simple.

 Calming down somewhat after getting strange looks from a family of tourists, you once again took up your place by Tony as the owner brought out the snacks. Thirsty from all your activity, you dove for the orange juice. You were expecting it to be delicious, the orange juice at the resort had already blown your mind, but this orange juice took that to a whole new level. The tangy, sweet flavour permeated not only your tongue but your sense of smell, but not overwhelmingly so. There was a mellowness and effervescent that took the edge off the natural sourness of the oranges. It was hands down the best orange juice you have ever tasted.

Instinctively, your mind flew to the encyclopaedia of cocktail recipes in your head. All the delicious cocktails you could make with this orange juice…

 ‘Malibu sunrise’, your mind finally supplied. To commemorate the soon-to-be finished seaside mansion. You nodded approvingly at yourself. Before you could reign yourself in, questions about the orange juice and other citrus fruit on the farm flew out your mouth.  

 Your enthusiasm was infectious and the owner offered to take you and Tony back into the orchard to taste the citruses available so you could pick out the fruits and juices you wanted. Tony’s brain switched off as you and the owner’s wife ascended into a conversation about acidity levels. As far as he was concerned, these were just fresh, delicious oranges. But watching you taste the various fruits with a look of undivided focus, he slowly began to understand why you enjoyed watching him work back in the virtual world. It was nice, watching someone be engaged in something they were passionate about. Although you did not say it out loud, the look you wore when you gulped down that glass of orange juice was the exact same one you had when you were bartending. It didn’t take Tony’s genius level intellect to figure out what you were passionately tasting the fruits for. A small part of his mind cheered at the prospect of more delicious cocktails that he would be privy to.

 Eventually you settled on the fruits you liked, you looked on sheepishly as Tony signed for the cartons of juices and crate of fruits to be delivered to the hotel room. You had offered to pay for it, but Tony insisted that he was the one who would be drinking the cocktails (how he figured that out was beyond you), and this was no different from stocking up the bar, therefore he would be paying for it.

 “Thanks Tony,” you said apologetically as the two of you strolled down the hill, away from the orange grove and into Port Soller.

 “Don’t worry about it, I like spoiling you,” Tony replied, ruffling your head. You gripped his hand tighter, and continued to walking in silence. A loud rumble from Tony’s stomach broke the peace.

 “Okay so maybe I could have used the snacks,” Tony said offhandedly, causing you to blush in embarrassment. Tony had barely had a baguette before you dragged him back into the orchard to look at the fruits.

 “Um…so…early dinner?” You suggested.

 “That, my lady, is a very agreeable idea,” Tony agreed with a mock British accent. Your own stomach growling in agreement, the two of you jogged towards the city in the distance, hell bent on feeding your hungry stomachs.
 In true Tony style, the two of you hopped off the tram at the first open restaurant to satisfy your hungry stomachs. It was one of the things you really loved about Tony, although most people found him fussy, for a billionaire, he really wasn’t. Once you got past his eccentricities, he’s actually a really easy-going and adventurous guy. True to his nature, once you guys wrapped up dinner (some Mediterranean fare that you couldn’t pronounce) Tony’s decision wasn’t to go back to the hotel.

 “So, the night’s still young, you up for some getting lost?” He held out his arm to you, something he’s been doing a lot lately.

 “Oh I don’t know, that sounds awfully dangerous,” you said with mock worry, but took his arm anyways.

 Pulling you closer, Tony shot you his signature smirk, “Don’t worry my lady, I’ll be sure to protect your honor.”

 Your shoulders shook as you tried to contain your laughter. Not that you doubted Iron Man’s ability to keep you safe, but the idea of you being some damsel in distress seemed so ludicrous that you couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image. Your laughter proved infectious Tony soon joined in with his own chuckling.

 For a while, you and Tony settled for strolling down the dimly lit pavements of Port Soller, pointing out shops and buildings of interest. Well, it was mostly you pointing out things of interest and Tony reciting related facts (courtesy of JARVIS) to you. But it was night time, and even in the tourist town of Port Soller, majority of the shops were closed. What remained open were neon-lit bars and clubs, which neither of you felt like entering.

 As it got later into the night, the streets began to liven up again, mostly with club goers. Of course, as majority of the nightclubs were concentrated in the main towns of Majorca, it wasn’t anywhere near crowded. But it was noisy enough to ruin the romantic atmosphere. And so, Tony and you eventually ducked into the back alleys of Port Soller.

 “Maybe we should head back to the hotel?” You suggested as both of you wondered aimlessly in the narrow alleyway, with only the moonlight and filtered light from the main streets lighting your way.

 Tony nodded in agreement but then something caught his attention. Pulling you along with a sense of urgency now, he stopped outside a door at an intersection of the alleys. Light peeked out from below the dark wooden door, you could both hear muffled music and chattering from behind the door.

 “You wanna check it out?” Tony asked, but you knew it was mostly out of courtesy. The curiosity in his eyes were burning, it wasn’t as if he was going to take no for an answer. Instead of replying, pushed the door open and a gush of warm air greeted both of you.

 The scene before the two of you was pretty much what you had expected, it was a small bar, judging from the more tamed and matured cliental as well as the completely Spanish menu, you figured that this was a local hang out. What did catch you by surprise however, was the live band and salsa dancers on the dance floor.

 While you stared at the twirling figures, Tony had gotten you both a table near the dance floor and two pints of beer. The PA part of you knew that you should be the one handling these things, but not only were you on holiday, you also didn’t speak Spanish, which the great Tony Stark does (a fact that never ceased to blow your mind).

 For a while, both of you were content to sip your drinks and enjoy the atmosphere of the place. But then Tony caught you tapping your fingers to the music and came up with the most devious of ideas.

 “Care for a dance?” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, his voice temporarily drowning out the music and laughter in the room. You shot him an undecided look in response.

 The music was getting to you, and the dance floor looked so inviting. There was only one tiny problem… “I don’t know how to dance.” More accurately, you didn’t know how to Salsa.

 The grin that spread itself across Tony’s face made you regret your confession almost immediately. “I’ll teach you, come on.”

 Without waiting for your response, Tony dragged you over to the edge of the dance floor.

 “So you put your arms here like this, good…okay now the basic steps are simple, it’s just…” Tony rattled on, positioning your arms and demonstrating the steps. As he had expected, within two songs, you were spinning and dancing with the rest of them. Not that the small bar was full of professional dancers anyways. Years of ballroom dance classes told Tony that much.

 Another song passed, and soon two songs turned into five. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you were spun out and then pulled back in again. You hadn’t felt this alive since cage fighting, and judging by the beaming smile on Tony’s face that mirrored your own, you had a feeling that Tony felt the same.

 With each passing dance, Tony pulled you closer and closer. You knew your forms were probably breaking but you weren’t about to complain. Prolonged physical contact with Tony is always welcomed.

 As if sensing the crowd’s fatigue, the band slowed the music down to a jazzy, bossa nova beat. Uncertain about the change in dance, you shuffled uncertainly and dropped your arms. Sensing your sudden uneasiness, Tony wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you against him. Shyly, you placed your hands against his chest.

 It was the first time you realized your difference in height, your head came right up to Tony’s chin. Suddenly, you remembered something one of your high school classmates said. ‘It’s the perfect height for couples.’ Somehow the notion that you and Tony shared the perfect height difference for couples sent you blushing a hundred different shades of red.

 You apparently also stiffened because Tony tightened his hold on you and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You alright babe?”

 Tony’s voice shook you out of your reverie, but the newfound intimacy, as comforting as it was, did nothing for your heart rate. Not hearing a reply from you, Tony moved a hand to tilt your chin up to face him.

 You locked gazes with Tony, his hazel eyes bored into yours with worry, underlined by an emotion that took you a while to place. Love. Tony obviously saw past the red flush and realized that you were blushing because the worry melted away into amusement and affection.

 You bit your lip nervously when you realized Tony saw through your embarrassment. You were willing to bet that he could also feel your racing heartbeat. How he managed to reduce you into a blushing school girl every single time, you will never understand.

 Amidst your thought process, you missed Tony’s eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. You only refocused your attention onto the man when you realized he was leaning in. Part of you could sense that the atmosphere was different from the usual times Tony felt like displaying his affections. But you had set yourself up for a kiss once before, only to be disappointed with a peck of the forehead and you weren’t about to repeat your mistake again.

 You closed your eyes in anticipation for the feeling of warm lips against your forehead, but Tony leaning in, lower than before, caused you to snap your eyes open in alarm…Just in time for Tony to capture your lips in a kiss.

 You’ve read in novels, where the heroine described how it felt as if time had stopped when she her love interest finally kissed. You scoffed, because why would the simple sensation of lips against lips feel like time has stopped.

 But now you knew it wasn’t a dramatic exaggeration.

 The feeling of Tony’s lips against your own drowned out all the sound in the room. It was as if your entire body was hyper aware of this sole sensation. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drown in the moment. Instinctively, you moved to wrap your arms against his neck, inadvertently pulling him down towards you.

 Taking that as a sign of permission, Tony pushed his frame against yours, tongue darting out to trace against your lips. The intimacy was exhilarating, and you knew it was the same for Tony because when you parted your lips to grant him access, you could tell that he was straining to reign himself in and not plunder your mouth mercilessly. As far as kisses go, it was a soft and gentle one, but that was quickly changing as you tangled your tongue with his and sucked softly on his lower lip. Both of you knew the kiss was about to take a more heated turn and almost suddenly Tony pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, eyes still clouded.

 “Wow.” You both breathed at the same time. The unintended unison caused both of you to chuckle.

 Out of the corner of your eye, you knew some of the other patrons of the bar had noticed your very public display of affections and were shooting amused glances your way. However, you were more concerned about the blush Tony was sporting that complimented your own.

 “Shall we head back?” You whispered, still breathless. Tony nodded dumbly against you, and pulled away reluctantly.      

   As he pulled you out of the bar, Tony’s mind was racing. Him, the one and only Tony stark blushing because of a simple kiss? Sometimes, he wondered if you knew what you did to him.

 The trip back to the hotel was silent, so was getting ready for bed. It wasn’t exactly an awkward silence, but both of you were too busy looking at each other shyly to actually say anything. Several times, both of you tried to speak up, but it always ended with a blush and stammer that you had both resigned to dealing with the newfound intimacy tomorrow.

 You crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over yourself and closed your eyes, ready to welcome sleep when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around you. You shifted, mussing up the crisp sheets, to look behind you.

 Before you could get a proper look at the man, he caught your lips in a chaste kiss. It was only when moved away, did you see the shy but determined look in his eyes. Apparently, new boundaries had been set.

 “Good night babe,” he whispered, his breath tickling your face. You replied with a peck on his lips and a small smile. “Good night Tony.”

 You turned back, placing your arms around Tony’s and for the first time, fell asleep, in the arms of the one and only Tony Stark.

 Well, you guys were certainly taking it slow alright.
Bar Top Romance CHAPTER 12 [Tony Stark X Reader]
Hello my dear readers, I know I'm supposed to grovel for forgiveness for the unannounced mini-hiatus this story took. Basically, I suck at writing fluff, fluff is the bane of my existence. So here it is, the chapter of fluff that took months in the making. I really am sorry it took so long, but as my friend would vouch, I probably traded bits of my soul to be able to write fluff. (She has a video of me bashing my head with pillow at the fluff I'm writing)

Hope you guys enjoy it! Yes there's one more chapter of fluff coming up, I hope you guys are happy because I'm ready to curl up in a corner and die lol. BUT I WILL PULL THROUGH! 

Also, I've never been to Mallorca or Port Soller, so although the hotel and vine-yard do exist I'm not really sure how accurate my descriptions are. 


Depending on who you are and how you think, I either have no life or I have a very exciting life.

I can always be found in front of a computer, either editing, watching anime or reading or editing...

I have a job that I have a love-hate relationship with, we are currently trying to decide who is doing the loving and who is doing the hating. But my bed definitely hates my job because it takes me away from my bed all the time.

I once thought about drawing but sadly lacked the talent and patience, then I took up photography which I was actually not half bad at...until dealing with cameras became part of the job description; then I found writing, which is like talking except no one can shut you up (like now); which is what I've been doing on deviantart ever since!

I also write on where read-inserts are disallowed >-<
For my few readers whom I'm eternally grateful to. And I gotta apologize that work is insanely busy so I really have no time to write the past few days. I'm working on the next chapter but it's fighting for time with my shoots which are taking up my day. Really standing in the sun for 12 hours sucks all energy out of you man.

2 more days till this is over and I can get back into writing.

So, hang on and THANK YOU!

Now I gotta get back to editing =P

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AnnDowney Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the cute llama! :)
ntwassu Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the llama darling :hug: And a happy New Year! I hope all your wishes may come true x
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Super Fantastic Golden Platter Cake 3D  Happy Birthday! Super Fantastic Golden Platter Cake 3D 
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Happy Birthday :party::cake::party:
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You are welcome :)
AnnDowney Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Love the Bar Top Romance series ♥
You're just awesome and I hope you continue soon! ;)
Lots of love, Ann ;)
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s-hammy Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2009
HELLO KEAN!! i have come to join you on deviantart! be prepared to welcome me with open arms :mwahaha:
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OH! Btw im jd XD
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