#29 - Lies
Word Count: 302
Rating: K+ (slight innuendo)
The moment Tony discovered that Maggie, his Maggie, his lawyer/PA/best friend/girlfriend/colleague Maggie was somehow involved with Loki was the moment his world started to crumble to pieces. Had he not just seen her under two hours ago, all smiles and kisses and caresses? It had been so…utterly normal that his present situation didn't seem realistic. The thought that Maggie had been acting that way as a mere ruse only succeeded in making Tony sick to his stomach.
At the moment, he was gazing down at a woman who appeared and spoke like Maggie did, but was most definitely not her. This woman was dressed in shining emerald and sparkling gold (though not much of it, to be honest), replacing the blue and black suit that kept her alive.
If it were under any other circumstances, Tony would have considered it a major turn-on. Now, it just made him feel disgusting and dirty, because Maggie would never act or dress like this in public for anyone to see.
Jarvis halted his thoughts by spewing forth some sort of statistics, but Tony couldn't listen even if he wanted to. He noticed that if he looked close enough, he could recognize the familiar blue current that ran across her skin in soft waves, matching her pulse. Her brown eyes were now covered in some kind of milky, pale blue film, which was the farthest from normal. It finally hit him right in the gut and he exhaled heavily in relief, hands still shaking.
She didn't lie. She wasn't with the bad guy. It was mind-control and she'll wake up soon. She'd wake up and they're going to laugh about this tomorrow and then he'd kiss her soundly and she would slowly melt in his arms and it would be okay.
#14 - Daybreak
Word Count: 171
Rating: T (sexual implications)
Sunlight fell across the room through the cracks in the curtain. One rich brown eye peeled itself open and glanced around before it closed its owner groaned, turning onto his side. His movement was cut off by something next to him.
Not willing to open his eyes again, the man merely ran his right hand along the object, discovering it was smooth, cool, and soft. He followed the curves and traced his fingers through the various hollows until he realized it was a woman.
Reaching her waist, he trailed his hand even slower along her chest and shoulders, savoring in the changes in her breathing. Finally at her neck, the man smiled lightly and combed out a couple of tangles in her locks. The woman groaned and shifted, moving one hand over her chest and letting the other to run though her hair. Their fingers bumped into each other and tangled, making them pause.
After a silent moment they smiled and repositioned their hands in order to clasp them together tightly.
#1 - First Kiss
Word Count: 494
Rating: K+ (sexual innuendos)
The first time Tony and Maggie kissed, it had been a mistake.
A colossal mistake.
Tony had been triple-dog-dared (a juvenile practice, but they were freshmen) to get Maggie Nolan to kiss him. At the time, the two had been best friends (they had, after all, lived in the same mansion since they were in the 3rd grade), and the very idea of being romantic to someone who was basically your sister was revolting. Tony had recoiled and grimaced at the 'friend' who had dealt the dare. He wanted to decline it, but…that was impossible. It was a triple-dog-dare! There was no way around that kind of dare.
Tony had always been attractive (and he had always known it). Now, being a freshman, his mind was focusing on other things besides computers and machines.
Naturally, as he began his master plan to woo Mags, he began to notice certain things about her.
Things like how her auburn hair fluttered behind her as she glided down the hallway, and how there was a certain way her hand moved when she flicked her bangs out of her face. How she never attempted to dress up everyday like other girls at school, opting instead to wear a form-fitting Batman t-shirt, blue jeans, Converse, and a faded blue hoodie and how she still managed to look so breath taking. How when she sang in the school's production of Grease, she shone with such radiance he couldn't bear to look away even for a moment and found himself attending every night. How the way she acted had nothing to do with what others thought of her (especially when she ate Doritos).
Of course he also happened to notice her curvy figure that had been early to bloom. Tony caught himself staring at her butt when she left his locker to head to French, and again when he stayed after to cheer her on for soccer try-outs. He didn't even attempt to count the number of times that he had focused on other things than goalie techniques.
And for the first time, he noticed how she was the smartest, funniest, prettiest, coolest, nerdiest, and most talented girl he had ever met in his entire lifetime.
He was totally screwed for life.
He kissed her underneath a full moon, right in the middle of the park down the street from the school. It had lasted no more than five seconds, but if Tony had to rate all the kisses he had ever had from 1-10, this one would be the only 11.
Sure, she hadn't reacted at first. Sure, after Tony had pulled away, holding his breath, she had glared at him and shrieked and slapped him across the face. Sure, she had stomped away with a red face and fisted hands and Tony could only watch with the dopiest look on his face. Sure, she didn't speak to him until three weeks later.
It had been so worth it.
#19 - Happy Birthday
Word Count: 491
Rating: T (sexual innuendos)
"Tony, you know I resent being surprised. Let me see. Now."
"Nope. We're almost there. Don't get your little lace panties in a twist. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that you aren't wearing any. And I don't have anything against that. Well, not yet, at least."
"Tony, I—"
Before Maggie could growl the rest of her warning (she had threatened to change the password on her bedroom door once, and the thought terrified him), Tony uncovered her eyes and stood directly in the doorway, keeping his room hidden from her line of vision.
Maggie glared at Tony, but she couldn't hide the look of intrigue. Narrowing her eyes, she spoke with a hint of worry in her voice, "Oh, Lord, do not tell me that this is Christmas all over again."
Tony only chuckled and side-stepped, allowing her to enter his dimly lit room. Maggie slowly walked into the room, keeping her cautious eyes fixed on Tony until she finally reached the edge of the king-sized bed. She paused, waiting for Tony's gesture to whatever he brought her in here for. He shook his head and pointedly looked over to the bureau. "You don't trust me? After all these years? I'm so hurt."
Maggie scoffed and made her way to the desk. Reaching inside the bag, she found an abnormally shaped package that was wrapped haphazardly due to its shape.
"Uhh...interesting...I see you wrapped it yourself."
Tony smiled with a short outburst of laughter before replying, "How could you possibly tell?" Maggie didn't even bother to glance at him, instead opting to raise an eyebrow and turn the package around in a mini inspection.
"It just screams of a, um, special Stark touch."
He embraced her from behind, circling his arms around her middle and resting his chin on her shoulder. "You would know about that, wouldn't you?"
She snorted in derision. "Good Lord, Tony. I've already explained that for my birthday this year, I'm calling the shots."
Maggie didn't need to see Tony to know that there was a pout currently aimed at the back of her head. She leaned back into his body before she carefully peeled the wrapping paper away (she noted that it just so happened to be the same red and gold of the Iron-Man suit...clever). Almost closing one eye in fear of all that could possibly be in the package, she was haunted by Gifts of Future Past. Last year, Tony had given her a serum that would "allow her to remove her arc-reactor suit" or something to that extent. The moment that she took one arm out of its sleeve, she had shot him out of the window and had to retrieve him before he hit the ground.
That had not been something she considered fun.
"G*d, Mags, it's just an iPhone. Stop being so paranoid."
"And do you remember just how I lost the last one?"
"Point taken."
A/N: All rights and properties belong to their respective owners. The only thing that belongs to me is Maggie Nolan.
