His eyes are luminous. The way he takes me in his arms is so gentle, yet possessive in a way that assures me I am safe and loved.
"Did you know that your eyes are your deadliest weapon?"
"Are you sure it isn't my sword? They don't call me Iron Man for nothing, you know."
He is devious. He hovers over me, propped up on his elbow, and strokes my hair, my face. I reach up to cup his face in my hand and rub small circles into his temple.
"Oh, why you are not a masseuse, I will never understand." he moans, sinking on top of me. I laugh and roll him over, straddling him from behind and beginning to rub both of his throbbing temples.
"You need to take a break, Tony. This is getting to be too much for you." I say. He just scoffs and leans further into me.
"Darling, I'd love to, but-"
"Can't they find some other strong, sexy genius with an indestructible suit of armor? Just for a few days?" I tease. He laughs and rubs my leg.
"Not likely, my dear."
I sigh. "I'm just worried about you. You're really stressed and I hate to see you this way." I move my hands to his shoulders and he breathes deeply.
"All I need are these beautiful hands…" he swiftly turns and captures my hands, "…these perfect lips…" he kisses me softly, "…these baby blues…" he stares straight into my eyes and then butterfly-kisses my eyes, making me giggle, "…this gorgeous soul…" he gently pokes my chest, "…and anything else I'm lucky enough to pick up along the way." he says suggestively, making me laugh.
"You are too tired to be seductive, Tony. Go to bed." I try to reason with him.
"I can be seductive in my sleep, darling, don't you worry about that." he says, tapping my nose.
"Oh, now I am worried." I giggle, getting under the covers. He joins me and opens his arms. I huddle into his warmth and sigh contentedly.
"Tony.."
"What is it, love?"
"Promise me you'll at least try to talk to Fury about getting some time off. You need time to breathe."
"Are you sure it's not because you need more Stark-spark in your humdrum-"
I kick him.
"Right, I'll talk to him."
"Good. Because if you don't, I will."
"Goodnight, beautiful." he chuckles into my ear, placing a kiss on my neck. I latch on to his hand and breathe him in.
"Night, sweetie."
"I love you."
I glance up and kiss him hard and he chuckles and lays me back down, mouthing a "No."
I pout slightly, but snuggle back against him anyway.
"I love you." I reply. And I do.
