- Tony's P.O.V. -
I watched my lovely assistant as she flitted back and forth carrying out each task perfectly. This was one of the many reasons I loved her. She did everything effortlessly, perfectly, and most of all efficiently. With a wit and intelligence that matched my own, and a charm that drew men to her like moths to a flame, she was a woman I had been trying to capture for two years now.
Suddenly my phone rang and before I could answer she was there, leaning on my desk. "If I didn't know better I would think you where trying to seduce me." My tone was casual, but I knew she would rise to the hinted challenge. She didn't disappoint.
She casually hung up the phone and faced me. Slowly she undid her hair and let it fall around her shoulders, a fountain of blonde. She was a tiny thing physically, and yet such a big part of my life. Slowly she walked around my desk, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned back in my chair, baiting her slowly, she took it. She leaned in close to me, brushing her cheek against my own she whispered into my ear. "It's a good thing you know better then." And then, as if someone had hit an on/ off switch she was all business once more.
"See you tomorrow Katherine." I called after her, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me coyly and without a word left.
- Katherine's P.O.V. -
As I reached my quarters on the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier I almost ran into my brother, Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye. "Hello brother." He nodded a greeting, "Fury wants you on deck."
I headed up to where Fury waited, knowing he wanted my report on Tony's activities. "Nothing to report, sir. No change in behavior, no mention of S.H.I.E.L.D. or its associates, and no interaction with said components." Fury nodded my dismissal and I quickly disembarked the massive ship. I had just gotten home and kicked off my shoes when there was a knock at my door.
Tony stood outside as I opened the door to my ritzy apartment. Working for both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Tony Stark offers a big paycheck. I had changed into a white tank and simple jean shorts, and outfit far more revealing than anything I had ever worn to work. Tony eyed my clothing appreciatively and took a step closer.
I stepped aside and let him in, he took a seat on my couch and I sat across from him. "You remember the charity ball I've been asked to attend." Of course I remembered, it had been a real pain to reschedule his appointments. I nodded and he continued, "I'm supposed to bring a partner." Ah, I now knew where this conversation was leading but I simply arched a brow at my employer.
"I would like you to attend with me."
- Tony's P.O.V. - The night of the ball
I waited outside her apartment, somewhat impatiently. When she finally walked out, well it was worth the wait.
Katrina+Bowden+Badgley+Mischka+dress
As we walked into the event together I knew I was accompanied by the most beautiful woman there, not only physical but also mentally. I saw several dirty looks from other women, and other looks form the men that made me want to turn Iron Man on them all.
The evening was flawless, and as the ball came to an end, Katherine and I headed towards the door. A man approached from the shadows of the doorways, or rather he approached Katherine. She seemed to know him because she tensed. My hand was on the small of her back and I felt the rigid tension immediately.
Warning bells began to sound in my head.
- Katherine's P.O.V. -
What was he doing here? This would be trouble; he was in fact an ex-boyfriend, someone who both knew I worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. and knew about my powers. If he said something that tipped off Tony, I would kill him. He smiled at me like we were old friends, yet we had not spoken in years, ever since I found him sleeping with another woman.
I walked around him like I hadn't seen him, Tony followed watching me anxiously. "I'd like to thank you for tonight, do you like Italian?" I looked at him sidelong, knowing he was trying to ease my tension, I sighed and nodded.
As we sat at our table I focused completely on Tony and the dinner. He was uncharacteristically considerate and kind. It made me fall for him even more; it was putting me at ease, with myself and him. We talked and laughed and flirted throughout dinner, I found myself really enjoying his company, and it was too short a time when his chauffer pulled up to my apartment. He walked me to the door and leaned on the frame as I unlocked the door and headed in. I left the door open an invitation I knew he would accept.
Once more he sat on the couch, but now I sat on the opposite end of the couch, within reach but still not together. "Thank you for tonight, I had a wonderful time." He smiled, that heart melting confident grin.
"Well there's only one way to make this evening better." I watched him closely for a moment and then smiled cheekily, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to seduce me." The words had barely left my mouth before I realized what I had said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
"What if I am?" And then his lips where on mine, and I knew at that moment that we would no longer be able to hide our feelings from each other, our façade was over. We were both hopelessly and completely in love.