Something About Her Eyes
A/N: Soooo... I honestly have no idea what this is yet. I have an idea to make it into a very short three-chapter series, but I don't know if I'll like i enough to continue it. But I'll probably get bored at some point and finish it anyway so whatever. A really cute idea for something like this just sorta popped into my head, but since I'm me, I pretty much butchered it. But practice makes perfect, and all that, so here you go!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story.
It was something about her eyes, Tony knew. They green orbs that had had him trapped from the moment he had seen them. He had known, even then, that he would need her. She had known, even then, that she would never need him.
Perhaps Tony had known as well, but her eyes had had him. He was hers until she had no more use of him. Her eyes were gorgeous. They way they sparkled when she had a particularly devious thought. The way they were framed so delicately by the deep black hair and alarmingly pale skin he had come to love so much.
But the most striking was the shade of emerald that shimmered in the faint light of the city shining through the windows as she wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and cupped his face in her hands, tracing the familiar shapes as he carried her to the bed.
The way they darkened to the color of a forest at midnight with lust, and paled to a faint lime when she woke with a gasp in the too-early hours of the morning, unable to go back asleep until Tony enveloped her in his arms, his warmth far more comforting than either of them were used to.
Now, after all these months, after so much time spent playing this twisted game that nobody wanted to play but that nobody wanted to end, neither of them knew what it was that they had. All they knew was that they would do anything they could to protect it.
Because it might be complicated, but it was theirs.