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Darcy was at the end of her work day. It was never a good idea to finish the day by checking on Tony. It, usually, devolved into banter, joking, flirting, and before she realized it she had to sleep on Jane’s couch again. Tony, Pepper, and Steve ganged up on her. If it’s after 8 pm, she either has to take a company car with a driver to go home, or sleep in her own room at the compound, even though she was renting a nice little house in the nearest town. She saw it as a slippery slope, if she gave in and finally slept in HER own suite they would insist on her moving in. She compromised by sleeping on Jane's couch and was just glad Jane never inquired about their agreement or she’d have another person pushing her to move in. Jane was harder to ignore.
“Tony!” She yelled out as the music was loud and he wasn’t at his worktable.
No one answered. She went a little deeper, sometimes he would work directly on the suits rather than letting FRIDAY make the changes. He didn’t trust her enough yet. Especially if he had a new model.
“Tony!” She yelled again, no answer.
It was in time like these she really missed JARVIS, he would have toned the music down, as soon as she got in, and told her where Tony was. FRIDAY was still a baby AI, she only obeyed Tony, not even Pepper could get her to do anything. Tony’s workshop was BIG. He could fit a quinjet in here if it needed repairs, or if he decided to build a new one.
She looked at her watch, 6:40, just finding Tony would take enough time to force her to sleep at the compound. She wanted to think he was doing it on purpose, but he was pretty good at not being so obvious.
“Okay, where to next?” She wondered aloud.
If only the music was at a lower volume she could hear any sounds he’d be making.
The quinjet side’s lights were off, so it was at least half a mile she didn’t have to go through. Of course, she was exaggerating. It wasn’t that big, but after a day going all over to make sure the scientists were still alive and hydrated, sometimes she thought so. She sure did her minimum steps required by the health services to keep herself away from heart attacks.
She missed the tower, they were all on three floors, and it was faster. She, also, missed heels, but this one was more personal, and not exactly required for her work, she just liked the way a certain person would look at her legs and not her breasts whenever she wore heels.
Yes, she thought about having them in a bag and just changing shoes if she wanted to, but she wasn’t that hard up.
She moved around the latest Stark car. No joke, the man built it entirely in a week after the Great Break Up. If he thought Steve was mad about Ultron, it was nothing on Pepper.
They talked about it long into the night, she wanted him to give up Iron Man but was against the Iron Legion, and he really couldn't understand her. There was no way to have one without the other. The Iron Legion could take over the work of the Avengers as a whole, no lives would be at risk. Did he do it wrong, convincing Bruce without asking the opinion of anyone else? Yes. He knew it, too. He made his peace with Steve about it after their little talk. Was he right about it being a good idea? Also, Yes. They all just went at it the wrong way.
Thor was off planet.
Instead of a united team, they had a junior team, who didn’t work well together, yet.
Rhodey was used to getting orders, as was Sam, but Sam was more willing to follow Cap than Rodhey was. Not that Rodhey wanted to be in charge, no. They asked, he said no. But, he didn’t trust Cap and the Widow to know the intricacies of modern warfare either.
Wanda only trusted Steve and Clint, who was on leave to be with his newborn son. They didn’t know if he’d come back. Oh, if aliens came back he would be there, he had a quinjet in his barn for this purpose, but anything short of global disaster he was pretty much out. Somehow, Pietro’s death hit harder than any he lived through before.
Bruce finally came back home a few weeks after his retreat, but he wouldn’t go close to Natasha. She spent a long time being scared of the Hulk and keeping away from Bruce, and it seemed the table turned, Bruce just didn’t trust her anymore.
His lab was as far from the training ground as they could make it. His suite, and Hulk room were right next door. He only interacted with the team if everyone was present, otherwise, as most of his role during a fight was to let Hulk take over, the only person he interacted with was Tony, and only if Darcy or Maria were in the room, so Tony couldn’t convince him to follow any stupid idea.
Darcy was trying to get him out of the lab more often, to resocialize him. She organized team activities as often as she could. One day, Bruce told her he would go back to the others when he was ready. Being on the compound and not on the other side of Earth hiding was already progress.
She kept at it, but didn’t pester him anymore. She gave him the planning for team ‘I live here’ activities every month, so he could decide what to attend and what not. But, if he said he’d attend and he wasn’t there, she would go and get him, no matter what he was doing. It would only lead to more absence if she didn’t shut this down hard, immediately.
But, this was not what she was here about.
“Tony!” She yelled again.
No answer, but this time, she was close enough, she could hear the shower he put down there in case he couldn’t go back to his own suite. He had an entire wardrobe too.
“Tony?” She asked, staying outside of the bathroom. “If you’re done for the day, I’m going to go home.”
“Yeah, I’m done,” Tony announced as he got out of the shower.
It was the first time she came near the bathroom, and she didn’t choose the right side of the door to ask questions. From where she was she had a full view of his perfect ass.
Now, don’t get her wrong, most of their evening talks were 50% science babble he was trying to teach her, 50% outrageous flirting. They were both flirts. Other than money, they had a lot in common. Almost everything to be honest. They liked the same music, they were both into mechanics -he was eons better at it than she was, but he was teaching her-, they had similar sense of humor, same taste in street food. She said street food because it’s all she could get for herself. He tried to take her out with him to the city to eat other countries’ cuisine, but she was good knowing how to homemake most of the food she liked, and the city was almost 2 hours away by car, and she refused to take the quinjet just to eat the “best sushis this side of the country.”
Instead of turning away to hide the flush she was feeling coming up to her cheeks, she leaned harder on the doorway, admiring the view.
For a 46 year old man, he was in olympic form. His ass looked amazing, firm, in a good shape - one she last saw on her college boyfriend and he was in the swim team-, and the most adorable dimples in the line between his wonderful ass and the base of his spine. She would never tell him about the adorable part. She wanted to bite it.
“Did you have your fill or do you want to look a little longer,” he asked her with a smirk, looking at her in the mirror.
“I wouldn’t say no to a full frontal,” she told him with her own smirk, “Just to see if the front is as well conserved as the back.”
“Darcy!” he growled at her, but didn’t move. “We talked about this! I’m not looking for a rebound buddy, or a one night stand.”
“You know how you never let me have the last word in these little flirty talks we have?”
He nodded.
“If you had, we could have been doing what we are about to do for months.”
She came into the room and closed the door behind her.
“I got all sweaty walking around everywhere today. I could use a shower,” she told him, unbuttoning her blouse. “Seeing as your shower isn’t occupied anymore, I should take advantage.”
“Darcy!” He growled again, but this time he grabbed the sink counter.
Darcy wouldn’t have any of this. She took off her blouse, showing off her brand new gold and red trimmed bra. Total quoincidence. She’d been wearing sexy, coordinated underwear for weeks now, hoping he’d finally take her on her offer.
“I might need someone to help me a little.” she told him as she let her skirt fall down her legs. She was happy she wore slippers to work, they were so easy to take off. “I’m having trouble reaching for the claps of my bra,” she said, turning over, gathering her hair so the clip would show. “Would you help me?”
“What are you doing,” he asked, still not moving.
“Getting what I’ve been offering to you for weeks now,” she told him. “Who do you think I’m wearing this ensemble for?”
“I’m twice your age, and your boss,” Tony argued.
“First, I’m not 23,” she glared at him over her shoulder, “second, you’re not my boss. I work for Maria, and her boss is Steve. You’re not anywhere in my organogram.”
She let her hair go and turned back to him, strictly looking at him in the mirror.
“If you want me to go, I’ll go and we forget this ever happened,” Darcy offered him. “If you want me, I’ll be in that shower and you can join me. This is not a joke, or a play. Contrary to what my underwear could indicate, I didn’t come here for this reason, I didn’t plan anything. Just hoping.”
He looked at her for what seemed like forever to her, but was probably only seconds. Darcy felt no shame. Sure, she didn’t look like his previous one night stand from his playboy time, or as perfectly put together as Pepper, but he was never shy in his compliments, actually yelling at her when he heard her say she should get on a diet. She never felt any shame in her body, but especially not around him.
“You’re not going into that shower,” Tony told her coldly.
She did as she said and started grabbing her clothes to get out of the room.
When she said she started, she meant she bent over to grab her blouse.
Before her hand even closed around the clothes, she had her front to the wall, Tony at her back, one hand grabbed her hair getting her head tilted right for him to kiss her neck, or…
“You’re not dirty enough for the shower,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll help you with that.”
She would have nodded, but the hold Tony had on her hair was tight.
“I love seeing you in my colors,” he left light little kisses behind her ear, “but I'm pretty sure, I’m going to enjoy what’s underneath even more.”
With a flick, her bra was open, she let it fall on the floor.
“You still seem overdressed,” he told her, and immediately turned her around, lifted her and, finally, sat her on the sink counter.
He didn’t give her the time to say a word, or to look at him. His mouth was just there, on hers, as soon as she was sitting. His lips were soft, his kiss hard and urgent, his tongue precise, he knew what he wanted and he was good at getting it. At least, if what he wanted was to get her to moan, mewl and growl while he was kissing her. He kept alternating between kissing, licking, nipping, entwining, and got back to it, in absolutely no order, she had no control. She liked it and he knew it.
While he was kissing her, he took her boxers off. The sales lady told her it would look better with a string, and even Natasha told her Iron Man’s shorts were worn by the dancers at the expo. But, she felt more comfortable with the boxer, and it gave more place for his colors to be over her ass.
She had to push him away a little, not enough for him to stop touching her, but enough to be able to talk.
“I’m on the pill, and unless you slipped a one-nighter in since you’ve been living here, we’re both clean. I want to feel you come in me,” She told him as he devoured her neck.
She’ll have hickeys for weeks with the way he was nipping, sucking, licking there. No kisses. It was hardcore passion.
He growled against her neck. Got back to kissing her deep and expertly. She knew how he got to that skill level. What was great between them? She didn’t care. She wasn’t exactly a nun before she fell into the superhero/scientist lifestyle.
She grabbed at his hair this time, she preferred the other way around but she wanted more than kisses out of this, they were both naked and the only part of her he touched was over her shoulder.
“Do your job!” she told him.
He might not be good at following orders when out on the field, but he was pretty good at it in this bathroom. After, he chuckled against the top of her breasts and leaned in to kiss her gently, tenderly.
“I’ll get right on it,” he announced looking her right in the eyes. Making her blush all over.
He leaned in kissing the top of her breasts worshiping them, with his hands, with his lips. It felt amazing. He was in a league of himself, nothing could compare to what he was doing to her. She was used to her partner being all about her boobs. Even the few girls she dated were all kneading and sucking her nipples, sometimes to a point of pain she didn’t enjoy.
Tony might have “dated” a lot of models with all the physical body coming from that, but he knew what he was doing with a bigger size breast as well.
“Tony,” she was moaning over and over again. Then he slipped a hand lower cupping her the heel of his palm pressing her clit out brushing against the tougher skin of the middle of his palm as two fingers found their way in her in just the right way.
“Tony!” She cried out, as her entire body contracted, spasming against him. She didn’t even feel her orgasm coming, he was everywhere, and soooo good at what he was doing, she felt herself going up, but she didn’t realize how high she already was by the time he got her there.
“Fuck, Tony!” She breathed against his ear. “Enough, you’re not going to make me come again this way.”
“I’ll disagree, but we’ll try it another time. Or, next time I’ll eat you out after your first orgasm, when you’re all wet and you only want something a little more. It would be gentler on your clit and I’ll get to taste the rest of you.”
It wasn’t what he said which did her in. It was his eyes, they were blown wide with lust, but it was, also, one of the most tender ways anyone ever looked at her.
She pulled his head to her, looking right in his eyes as she said “We’ll have lots of other times to test out everything we want. I want a taste of you as well. But right now, I want you in me.”
“You’re sure about the condom,” he asked one last time.
“I’m sure. I didn’t get on the pill for Jeff, the lab assistant.”
Tony groaned and kissed her lovingly, “I’m an idiot.”
“Well, it depends,” she raised an eyebrow at him, “are you going to get in me or do I have to wait for another 5 months?”
The end of her sentence was moaned as he slid right in.
“You’re so tight,” Tony growled against her shoulder.
“It’s been a while,” she reminded him.
There were plenty of male workers around, but she wanted Tony. She already wanted him when they all worked at the tower and he was dating Pepper.
Tony took her slowly, he knew just the right way to move, just when to nip at her breasts, or at her lips to give her the best effect when he rolled his hips this way or that way. Everytime she thought she wanted him to go harder or faster, he would find just the right way to make her moan or growl, the right button to push, the right depth to give her.
He was in complete control of her pleasure and his own. He wasn’t silent. He kept praising her. Praising her body -inside and out- he liked her milky skin, it was soft under his hands, he liked her breasts and kept sucking or nipping her nipples when he pulled away from her neck or her lips, he like the handful of her ass, the softness of her belly.
Hell, he was even complimenting how she was wearing his colors and hoping for sex but didn’t go over this, she didn’t shave above the length of her skirt, and it’s been a while since she got a wax in that area. He didn’t care. He liked it. Like that she stayed herself, she didn’t cater to magazine beauty standards, she was herself unapologetically.
It wasn’t the first time he praised her for it. It’s how he found out she had a giant praise kink.
“I don’t get how you can be single, you’re so smart, Darcy, so beautiful, so full of life.”
It took her a while to answer, he was doing a fantastic job at making all that smart disappear from her head.
“Am I single, though,” she asked, looking right at him.
“No,” he growled and pushed his pelvis just right to graze her clit, just a teasing brush of his pubic hair, light as a feather, followed by his entire body leaning against her, and she was coming HARD.
Tony worked her up right through it, never changing his rhythm. He didn’t come with her. He didn’t rabbit it once she came. He kept her on the edge with long strokes against her already engorged G spot.
“Tony!” She complained. “I can’t go again!”
“You can, Darcy. You can do anything you put your mind to. You want me to come in you,” he asked, “you’re gonna have to give me one more orgasm.”
“I can have another orgasm later.” she argued weakly, she knew she was almost there already.
“I’m not a young man anymore, Darcy. I can give you any number of orgasms you want, any time you want, but if you want me to come in you, it needs to be now.” He kissed her gently. “And, maybe before we go to sleep later.”
“Hum,” she mumbled. “I won’t be able to stand in the shower.”
He laughed breathlessly in the crook of her neck. “Don’t worry about it, I have a private elevator to my apartment and a big tub.” His voice was strained and deep,
“Tony! I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered to him. If he needed more to come, he needed to do it now.
“Come for me, Darcy. I want to feel you all around me, again,” he panted, his forehead on her forehead. “Darcy, my pretty little Darcy, please come for me.”
He took her mouth into the tenderest kiss she ever had, and she felt as if her body liquified. This time, she took him with her. After however long they had been making love, it felt even more intimate to feel him pulse in her.
Because Tony made love to her. He didn’t fuck her, he didn’t want to get done with it, and through it all he called her Darcy. He told her once, if he ever stopped giving her nicknames, he wouldn’t let her go away anymore. First name was for the people he loved more than anything, nickname for everyone else.
She asked why Rhodey and Pepper still had nicknames. He was honest with her, no matter what he had with Pepper, she was his friend first and foremost, everything else was a bonus.
Darcy wasn’t his friend. Not anymore.
“Love you,” Tony told her after lifting her chin from where it fell on his shoulder. “So much.”
She nodded several times. “It’s about time you did something about it,” she teased. And kissed him tenderly, and tiredly. “Love you too, idiot.”
“If you want me to get to the elevator,” she added, “l gotta tell you, either you carry me, or we wait until I can feel my legs, and the rest of my body again.”
“Let’s wait,” he told her with a smile, “I’ll carry you when my legs agree to move again. If I wasn’t holding onto you, I’m pretty sure I would be on the floor.”
“Let’s cool down on the floor.” She nodded.
“Dummy was on cleaning duty on that floor. I’m not getting you down there.”
“I can sit on you.”
“You are far smarter than people give you credit for,” he told her, lowering them gently on the floor.
They stayed this way kissing until they were ready to get up and go for that bath.
“Will you let me order food for us,” he asked in the elevator.
“I want something I have never tasted before, what do you have to offer?”
“Lebanese? There is one in town. I’ve never been, but Bruce said it’s good,” he proposed.
“What would you recommend,” she asked as he got in the water before her, sitting with her in the water. Obviously, FRIDAY was to thank for this good timing.
“I never had Lebanese. It could be a first for us both,” he informed her.
She nodded against his shoulder. “Have FRIDAY ask Bruce for recommendations.”
“Why don’t you ask her?”
“Because she never answers to me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s jealous,” she whispered conspiratorially.
He laughed and asked FRIDAY to order whatever Bruce recommended for them.
With this done, they enjoyed their bath, the caresses, the light kisses, the sponge full of bubbles making Darcy laugh every time he got them all over himself.
Her boyfriend was a genus, a billionaire, a philanthropist, and an adorable dork. And, this time, she told him so.