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.