Monthly Archives: February 2013

kidtonysnark:

iamthefirechild:

kidtonysnark:

Tony did as he was told and walked on his knees towards her. He unbuttoned jeans and slowly slid them down. He smiled as he pressed kisses to her now exposed stomach.

Summer’s skin twitched under his mouth, a little ticklish and a lot sensitive. “That’s good, oh,” she moaned. Rosy spots burned high on her cheekbones, matching the growing burn in her bones. “Please, Tony, will you … please. I want you. Want you to touch me.” The last words were mumbled, tone of command utterly lost.

Tony smiled, seeing the look of pleasure on Summer’s face. “Whatever you want,” he smirked. He stood and quickly slid off his jeans. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he sat on the couch and pulled Summer on top of him.

She squeaked, startled, and grabbed at him. Her breath grew shallow, and she stared at him, wide-eyed and dark-pupiled. Gently, she slid her hands down his chest, down to his hips, tracing the bones under his skin.

Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“I’m going to kick you,” she threatened, laughing. “I would always rather have you than Jarvis; I can’t coax Jarvis into giving me kisses, grease-smeared and bare-shouldered and completely sexy, if I get something right. I don’t know how fast a learner I’ll be, though.” She sipped her drink. “Please teach me about cars, Tony,” she wheedled, matching his innocent look.

“How terrifying,” he drawled in response to the threat.  “Threatening people isn’t a good way to get their help,” he pointed out primly, mock-offended, though he added with feigned reluctance, “but I suppose you do present a good case.”  His smile won out again.  “I would be delighted to teach you.  We both have the patience of a hyperactive corgi, so it should be fun.”

“Well, then, stop insinuating Jarvis and I have anything to be jealous of,” she teased. “It would be miserable if — ” Summer stopped short, suddenly thinking of Dummy, then continued, “if he didn’t like me.” Dinner arrived then, and she fell silent, feeling overwhelmed once again by the high class of the restaurant. When the server had gone, she reached a hand across the table to Tony. “Thank you, Tony. I love you.”

starkroads:

iamthefirechild:

starkroads:

iamthefirechild said:

Off-guard is exactly where I want you. *draws the edges of the devil’s trap in an inch* Off-guard. A little frightened. *broadcasts fear at him*

*smiles placidly at her, eyes going half-lidded at the broadcast*  While I won’t complain about the free meal, I had to let you in before you got anywhere near my mind last time.  Why would you have any more luck now?

*shrugs* Might. Might not. *keeps giving him the fear* You like that, hey? Interesting.

Why wouldn’t I?  Every emotion tastes different, after all, from one person to the next.  And synthetic ones have a sort of plastic after taste to them.  It’s bizarre.

Summer couldn’t help but laugh. It might only be Tony’s body and not Tony’s self, but the wit was so close. Shaking her head, she gave up projective empathy and studied him for a long moment. “If fear is nice, does that make happiness or love bad?” One hand fished in the pockets of her trenchcoat, and she tried slipping somehow under the demon’s mind to find Tony.

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ironholmesgrl08-rdj-blog:

Robert Downey Jr as Sherlock Holmes is perfection in my book! I just love him as this character! I can’t get enough of his portrayal as Sherlock. I just  really love the whole look and idea of him as the the great detective. He is just a purely beautiful man, and when you add a legendary iconic literary figure to that handsome quality of his you get an equation that can have a perfect outcome! Him being Sherlock Holmes is that perfect outcome! 

ironholmesgrl08 aka Katie

Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

She made a disgusted face at him. “If I wanted you to just hang around, I would ask, like you told me to. I would at least ask to borrow some space in the workshop. But no. Real work.” Putting her elbows on the table, all serious intent and earnestness, she propped her chin in her hands. “I want to learn how to take care of her. Change the oil, the spark plugs, the filters. How to tune her engine. How to interpret all the car codes. I, um,” she flushed, “kinda threw a rod real hard once because the engine overheated and boiled the oil, and I didn’t know enough to notice. And I want to basically redo her entire electricals, put in seat heaters and automatic locks. I thought about automating the roof, but it’s kind of fun to take it off myself.” She grinned. “I like to see who thinks I struggle with it and offers to help. I was going to ask Jarvis to guide me through the simpler stuff and not bother you.”

He shrugged and folded his arms loosely on top of the table.”I don’t mind helping,” Tony replied.  He grinned.  “Unless you don’t want me to, I suppose.  I know what you have with Jarvis is special, so I guess I could let you two have some bonding time,” he added, cheeky and feigning innocence.  “He’d probably be more helpful in the garage than in the kitchen, anyway.”

“I’m going to kick you,” she threatened, laughing. “I would always rather have you than Jarvis; I can’t coax Jarvis into giving me kisses, grease-smeared and bare-shouldered and completely sexy, if I get something right. I don’t know how fast a learner I’ll be, though.” She sipped her drink. “Please teach me about cars, Tony,” she wheedled, matching his innocent look.

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

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the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

“You don’t want to touch that. Nope. Don’t. Just…

“I don’t want your fucking money. It’s not like I just wandered in here off the street or something.”

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

“You don’t want to touch that. Nope. Don’t. Just don’t.”

“But it’s shiney!”

“Exactly why you shouldn’t. Hands off.”

“What does it DO?”

“Evil. It does evil.”

“Then I should touch it, so I can defeat the evil. Obviously.”

“… No.”

“Then you better find something to distract me with.”

“Here’s a five hundred dollar cheque. Go have a blast.”

“What in the name of blue and purple shit do you take me for?!” She’s glaring green daggers at him.

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

iamthefirechild:

the-blacksmith-in-armani:

“You don’t want to touch that. Nope. Don’t. Just don’t.”

“But it’s shiney!”

“Exactly why you shouldn’t. Hands off.”

“What does it DO?”

“Evil. It does evil.”

“Then I should touch it, so I can defeat the evil. Obviously.”

“… No.”

“Then you better find something to distract me with.”