"So, do you miss me?" inquires the feminine voice, playfully.
"Of course I do!" exclaims her caller.
"Do you? Or do you just miss the sex?" He can't see her but he knows well enough that there is a wide grin spread across her red lips.
"As much as it would flatter you for me to say so, know that my missing you goes far beyond that," he assures.
"But you do miss it, don't you?"
"You have no idea."
"Shame we are so far apart," she mutters disappointedly.
"If I could, I'd commandeer one of Mr. Stark's planes, head east and have my way with you tonight!" he proclaims in response.
"Then what's stopping you?" she demands.
"Honestly? I can't do such a thing!"
"Why not?"
"I don't have the ground clearance."
"Perhaps, but I do, however, have the authority to pull the right strings and make it happen," retorts the woman.
There was a pause on the other end. "I know the extent of your authority first hand, but this act is highly illogical. Besides, Mr. Stark has an event I must attend with him in the morning, and you, you have work tomorrow as well!" reasons the man.
"I'd rather be satisfied and spent, than be rested and randy," she purrs.
"You are not making this any easier for me, you know," he counters.
"I know, but neither are you!" comes the sassy reply he's all too familiar with.
"I sincerely hope that Mr. Stark decides to relocate back to New York shorty. Distance will never truly separate us, yet it makes situations like these very trying."
"Does it ever! When circumstances do bring us together again, I will physically injure whomever attempts to disturb us within forty-eight hours of our reunion."
"Only forty-eight?" he quips.
"It's a start," she teases.
"Of course."
She then lowers her voice and through gritted teeth she growls, "I cannot count the number of things I long to do to you, Mr. Jarvis, nor the number of ways in which I want to do them." She can hear the solid gulp her words elicit and she patiently awaits his clever response.
"Oh? Well then, I look forward to being fully at your mercy when the time comes," he murmurs.
"You learn fast." She winks to him over the wire.
"Resistance is always futile while in your possession, Mrs. Jarvis." A lusty sigh escapes his lover on other end, one which sends a sensation directly from his brain, southward. "Now then, it is with great reluctance with which I must say goodbye." The earlier arousal in his voice has become overpowered by longing and lonesome.
Her tone mirrors his. "As must I... Goodbye. Love you."
"Love you too." He kisses towards the receiver.
"Oh, and before you head out," she adds in quickly, "do attempt to hide the front of your trousers. We both remember the scene it caused last time."