Hi Everyone! This one's bit longer, but it has some fluff. ENJOY!
"Jarvis, can you wrap things up for me here?" Tony set down his screw driver and pushed his swivel chair out from under the work bench, rolling over to his computer to finish the model he had been working on. With a few clicks and taps here and there, the screen flickered off. He sat up, wiping his hands on his jeans before walking to the door swiftly. Maybe Lucy needed some entertaining. Lately, Tony had been spending more time annoying Lucy, than actually getting any of his own work done. Being around her was his own source of entertainment, in a companion sort of relationship and not to mention the visual aspect of her usually dazzling appearance. They both added up to be a great time. He chuckled slightly at the though of her strutting around with her phone glued to her ear, and her heels leaving a trail of clicks and clacks behind her. A sudden image of Pepper popped into his head, but it left as quick as it had come. The memory caused him to run a hand through his chocolate, brown hair. "Hey Lucy Pie."
"Don't call me that Tony." she muttered back, sifting through the files pilled high on her desk.
"I think its a nice name."
"If you call me that, then I'll call you Iron Shorts, fair enough?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, works with me Lucy Pie." Tony walked over to her side of the desk, leaning over her chair. "So what are you doing later?" he asked casually, while scanning the words scribbled down on her planner. He could see that she was clearly packed for the next 3 weeks, but maybe if he got her to move some things around, he wouldn't be lonely on a Friday night.
"Well Iron Shorts, I'm always busy. Always. I'm never not busy, I mean I've never not been busy the entire year I've worked here." Lucy sighed, setting down her phone, and glancing up at him.
Tony stared at her as if she was speaking some mumbo jumbo, which she was. "How much coffee did you have today?" he sat on the desk, not giving her any time to answer. "Maybe we should do something today, you need a break. How about a movie and some pizza? I mean it doesn't have to be a pizza, I can work with Shawarma too."
She stopped her work and leaned back in her chair. "Is that a date?"
"Not if you don't want it to be?" he smirked, twirling a pen around in his hand. Why was he so nervous? He must of been out of practice. Weird...
Lucy felt herself staring at the pen in his hand, a movie and pizza, with your boss. A movie and pizza with the guy who happens to be the reason she was here in the first place. A movie and pizza with Tony Stark. She took a deep breath, and nodded. "Yeah sure."
His face lit up, probably showing his excitement more than he should have. "Great, I can call the pizza place if you pick the movie."
"Um, yeah, I can pick something out." she replied, standing up from her chair uneasily. Tony promptly jumped up, leading her to the living room. "I can grab some wine too." he piped, grabbing the phone from the table.
Lucy looked through the abundance of movies in his large collection, picking through the many cases, scanning the names of the titles carelessly. She picked one at random and didn't even bother to study the title properly. She glanced at him, talking away on the phone and inserted it into the player. With another sigh, she smoothed out her skirt and plopped down on the couch, kicking off her heels. Much better.
"Pizza will be here in a couple minutes." he said before pouring her glass and handing it to her carefully. He bit his lip slightly, to keep from making a rude remark at the way he could almost see up her skirt as she sat with her leg's tucked up beside her. Tony simply took a sip, trying his best to keep his gaze from flitting in that particular direction. "What movie is are we watching?"
Lucy glanced his way, swirling her drink in her glass. "I don't think I checked." she shrugged, a slight smirk playing on her face. He chuckled in reply, sitting down beside her.
They both sat for a few moments, awkwardly keeping their eyes glued to the screen, watching the images play along before them. It felt as though the doorbell was a god send to break the deadly silence that plagued the room.
"I got it." Lucy said, setting her glass on the table in front of her and standing up again. Her skirt seemed to hanging in the balance, while at the same time, probably the most flirty man was in perfect view. She turned down his protests and walked barefoot to the door.
Tony couldn't help but watch her strut back to the couch, a pizza box in her arms. God, no matter what she did, she could always add a little sprinkle of sexy to it. He grinned, taking the box and opening it quickly, grabbing a piece for himself. "Somebody's hungry." she muttered, sitting down again, and taking a smaller slice for herself.
"Well what do you expect? You don't get all this by magic." he patted his belly.
"Sure, you get that from 'work' right?"
Tony laughed and nudged her in the side. "Right."
"Okay. And what kind of work do you do again?"
"I do.. stuff."
"Like?"
"Just stuff Lucy Pie. Science Stuff, it's complicated, you wouldn't get it."
"Oh? And what exactly is there not to get about it."
He turned to her, his mouth still half full, "None of your business." he teased.
Lucy rolled her eyes, and looked at the screen again. Tony couldn't couldn't help but notice that she might have seemed a bit serious.
"What?" he asked, shifting a bit closer to her.
"I didn't say anything." she replied, with a shrug of her shoulders.
"You thought it though."
"And how would you know that?" Lucy looked at him quizzically.
"I know you better than you know yourself." he said, fairly satisfied with himself.
"Is that so? So then what's my favorite color?"
Tony froze for a second, as he admitted to himself that he didn't even know what her favorite color was. All those days he had spat out line after line, that one might call harassment, he hadn't even managed to learn her favorite color. "Pink?"
She scrunched up her nose, "No."
"Red?"
"Not even close."
"Okay, Purple?"
"Nope."
"Orange?"
"It's green." she muttered, obviously unimpressed.
"That was my next guess." he smirked, poking her. "Well guess what? That's my favorite color too." Tony was being childish, lying his way through the conversation.
She brushed his hand away, shifting closer to the end of the couch again. "Whatever you say, Iron Shorts."
He frowned slightly, scooching a bit closer. She would have to reach the end eventually.
They both took turns, moving towards the cliff of the couch. Lucy had no intention for him to be so close, he was her boss for god's sake.
Tony grinned when he felt her side pressed against his. She couldn't go anywhere now. Oh how diabolical he was when it came to women. "You alright? You look a bit flustered."
"I guess it's a bit stuffy in here." she replied and they remained seated like so for the rest of the movie.
Lucy had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, and Tony didn't have the heart to wake her up when the credits appeared on the screen. He couldn't blame her, it was late and she had been working all day long, she deserved to a little cat nap. She look cute, lying beside him, her head innocently resting on his shoulder. He tried not to move too much as he grabbed a blanket lying nearby and draped it over her.
"Night Lucy Pie."