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Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

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Tony’s text had led to a massive ravaging of the closet. Summer loved pretty clothes, but she didn’t often indulge herself, and despite dating Tony (informally or no) for six months, she still often felt like she didn’t do him justice in the dressing up department.

Should it be the violet chiffon? Or maybe something more suited to her name? Something red; or was that /too/ formal? Maybe something low-cut over a plain skirt? Or more medieval?

Finally she gave up, dumped it all back in the closet, and spread the violet ruffles out on the bed. First choice was often best, and Tony rarely seemed to care what she wore. A shower, brush through the hair and then clipped out of the face loosely with a silver butterfly, long silver star earrings, a matching star on a black velvet band … She hoped she would pass muster. No shoes in the world would bring her close to his height.

There was no mistaking the sound of the Veyron, so she stepped out the door to meet him.

The grin Tony offered her as she climbed into the car was twofold.  Yes, it was mostly just the smile she got whenever he was glad to see her, and that was likely expected, considering he had planned this outing (shockingly enough).  But along with it was something of that grin he got when he was planning something, and he was thrilled that he was the only one that knew what.

“You look nice,” he commented, as the car pulled out of the parking lot.

There were longer drives.  But then, there were also shorter drives.  Driving time aside, the restaurant the car pulled up to about fifteen minutes later wasn’t the largest in existence and in some ways it resembled something from the Victorian ages, but there was still a valet to intercept them as they stepped out of the car.  Alexander’s catered to those who could afford the privacy they expected to get while they were there.

“You too,” she replied. He looked more than nice; she loved when he dressed up. Well, truth, she loved every possible look on him, though the Iron Man suit ranked lowest. Even there, though, it was … /right/. But tonight, he looked superb, and his smile had an edge of mischief she’d sorely missed.

“No more hints?” she teased. “You’re full of the mischief.” Stepping out of the car when the valet opened the door, she brushed her skirt out and deliberately gave a little swirl to her hair. She told the valet ‘thank you’ and reached for Tony’s hand, unable to shake a slight case of nerves.

Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild

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Tony had texted Summer earlier in the day to let her know what the dress code was—formal, but not overly formal—and what time he would be picking her up—7:40, for an 8:00 reservation—and then he had gone about the majority of his day.

It was a fairly normal day.  He did some paperwork, babbled aimlessly at the dog, chased the otter down for a pair of keys, and very thoroughly made a mess in the workshop.

And then evening rolled around, as it is wont to do, and he wandered out of the lab to get ready so that when he pulled up at Summer’s apartment in the Veyron—let it never be said that he knew what subtlety was—he was showered, groomed, and well dressed.

Tony’s text had led to a massive ravaging of the closet. Summer loved pretty clothes, but she didn’t often indulge herself, and despite dating Tony (informally or no) for six months, she still often felt like she didn’t do him justice in the dressing up department.

Should it be the violet chiffon? Or maybe something more suited to her name? Something red; or was that /too/ formal? Maybe something low-cut over a plain skirt? Or more medieval?

Finally she gave up, dumped it all back in the closet, and spread the violet ruffles out on the bed. First choice was often best, and Tony rarely seemed to care what she wore. A shower, brush through the hair and then clipped out of the face loosely with a silver butterfly, long silver star earrings, a matching star on a black velvet band … She hoped she would pass muster. No shoes in the world would bring her close to his height.

There was no mistaking the sound of the Veyron, so she stepped out the door to meet him.

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iamthefirechild said:

She undid more buttons, fingers sliding around the arc, eyes hazy. “You don’t know what it feels like, having your desire literally feeding mine.” She shuddered, rocking hips against his. “Tony, my Tony …”

It was a strange change, when he didn’t even react to her hands around the reactor.  “What’s it like, then?” he asked.  His hips pressed forwards and upwards.  He rolled his shoulders, shirt slipping off them and sliding down his arms.  His fingers skirted down her neck, along her clavicles, down her sides to settle on her hips to pull her closer.

Summer laid herself along his chest, one hand lifting to free her hair from its clip to spill over their bodies. “Everything is twice as powerful,” she said, nosing at his collarbone. “That … sensitivity of touch, so rapid … ahh. Sometimes you don’t even have to touch me.” She shifted to lick at a nipple. “Words don’t work.”

Humming in acknowledgement, he dragged the fingers of one hand through her hair as it spilled loose, his other hand sliding up her back, along the bumps of her spine, until he could unclasp her bra.  He pushed it forward, off of her shoulders, and then let that join her shirt on the end of the couch.  He cupped one breast, thumb flicking over the nipple.

“Might stop wearing those,” Summer commented lazily, drawing lines with kisses and tongue on chest and shoulder. The fine hairs stood up on her arms in response to his touch, a shiver tracing her spine. Every nerve he touched was on fire, sending heat to settle in the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head from his skin to catch his mouth again, nipping at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue, hands rising along his back to tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck.

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“I felt like a liar. I don’t know how else to put it. I felt like — I couldn’t come around the workshop or you, if he was there.” She wrung her fingers together. “Tony, the fact that he wouldn’t acknowledge me made me feel as though I was supposed to be a secret. From him!” She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “Have you seen — I’m sure Jarvis has a recording of what happened. Tony, Dummy was never going to be ready. The way he spoke, when he didn’t have any idea at all that I was his … ‘competition’. He didn’t want it to work. And I,” she sighed, “was impatient. I felt left out and unwanted and like I was enabling you to cheat on him.”

“I was not cheating,” he snapped, instantly defensive, but it drained away quickly to a sort of pensive, sullen quiet as he thought over it, arms crossed and looking at the tiles of the balcony.  …Maybe it had been cheating, inadvertently.  He didn’t want to talk about this.  They didn’t come to Dubai to talk about this.  Sure, they hadn’t really dealt with the issue yet, but that was how Tony dealt with things; by not dealing with them until they stopped bothering him.  Eventually, though, he did look back up at her, almost like he hardly dared to.  “Are we sure there was no coaxing him around?”  ‘Are we sure we couldn’t have just been happy for five minutes?’ went unsaid.

“I can’t answer that, Tony!” Summer’s voice cracked, half-anger half-anguish. “That was the last reason I went to talk to him. I want to coax him, I wanted to show that I was a person worthy of you. Of him. And the first /fucking/ thing he did was threaten to kill himself!” She called half a dozen sparks out of the air, swirling them around her hands, trying to hold her temper. She went on, bitter, “He was manipulating you, Tony. Using your emotions, your love for him, as a chokehold, a spiked collar. ‘Let me possess you or I’m going to kill myself.’

“I’m not perfect. I’m jealous, short-tempered, I don’t think I’m pretty, and the ability I have makes me push aside my morals and ethics far too often. I have a smart mouth and a sharp tongue, I’m lazy as hell, and I set my expectations too high and don’t voice them enough.” The sparks swirled over to Tony, swooping around him in wild loops. “But by all the gods that ever were, I’ll love you just as you are, no matter whom you love or how or any other stupid thing. I’m sorry I was impatient. I’m sorry you got hurt. I’m sorry you had to choose like that.” The sparks cascaded down, vanishing before they hit the ground. “I guess the nightmares are my punishment, the price I pay for loving someone like you.”

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iamthefirechild said: I agree entirely. *cuddles into his arms* What do we have to do so that you can take me away for a few days? Office work, beg leave from Ms Potts? Visit a house where Jarvis lives?

I don’t have anything big coming up for a while, so as long as I bring some work with me, I could probably manage it without much hassle.  Bit chilly in Venice, though, but that’s not exactly my only vacation house.

“How many houses /do/ you have? There must be one somewhere warm.” Summer tucked her head under his chin. She /had/ to get away, had to find some place that wasn’t choking with memories. They needed to talk. Needed to figure out … well, everything. Everything that had changed since Dummy left. She tried not to clutch him, tried to just be happy in the answers she had.

Tried not to worry about what might happen next.

“A handful,” he replied dryly, shifting his head so he could kinda-sorta glance down at her (well, the back of her head).  “What are your thoughts on Dubai?”  In the back of his mind he sorted through what sort of work he would need to bring with him, how long it would be permissible to stay for, other such variables…

“I don’t think I have any. So it seems good.” She listened to his heartbeat and the soft hum of the reactor for another moment, before lifting her head to meet his eyes. Determinedly bright and cheerful, she asked, “So what can I do to help? It worked so well last time I helped you out. And the more we get done here, the less you have to worry about, yes?”

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iamthefirechild said: I agree entirely. *cuddles into his arms* What do we have to do so that you can take me away for a few days? Office work, beg leave from Ms Potts? Visit a house where Jarvis lives?

I don’t have anything big coming up for a while, so as long as I bring some work with me, I could probably manage it without much hassle.  Bit chilly in Venice, though, but that’s not exactly my only vacation house.

“How many houses /do/ you have? There must be one somewhere warm.” Summer tucked her head under his chin. She /had/ to get away, had to find some place that wasn’t choking with memories. They needed to talk. Needed to figure out … well, everything. Everything that had changed since Dummy left. She tried not to clutch him, tried to just be happy in the answers she had.

Tried not to worry about what might happen next.