A/N: Movie-verse, pre-Iron Man, a drabble of sorts. Rated T just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Only in her dreams would his touch dance lightly across her skin, his finger tips gently ghosting over her neck, her arms; her hips.
His would trail kisses along her lips, down to her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach and her thighs.
She would arch her back, and moan at the feather light sensations glittering across her flesh.
He would kiss her lips as her orgasm would overtake her senses, whispering those three little words in his ear, as he would collapse into her, his body shaking.
He would lean up to look into her eyes, a smile on his lips; a light in his eyes. His lips would form the words she longed to hear, but no sound would come as he would slowly disappear.
She lay staring at the ceiling, one hand gripping ruffled bed-sheets, the other resting near her face, a blush resting on her freckled cheeks, her strawberry blonde hair spread about the pillow.
She turned her head to the side, her eyes resting on the alarm clock that would soon wake from its slumber.
Later, as she took out the latest 'trash' she realized that Tony Stark would only love her in her dreams.
FIN.
A/N: Thanks for reading :)