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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Kinktober 2021

MC4A: Fireworks [Color Me Citrus; Kaunaz; Bang Bang]; Garden [Kink Fever (Kissing)]; Ship War (Fa Med 1 [Getting Together])

Other Challenges: Kinktober Day 1: Anonymous Sex

Word Count: 965

Author's Note: I wanted Sylvie's little snarky story about a postman to be somewhat true. So I made her finding a way to have someone she can go to during her running with a way that wouldn't cause a branch. I have Sylvie essentially replace the reporter (Christine) Tony sleeps with in Iron Man. I don't think it would disrupt hardly anything in the end, aside from maybe making Christine jealous, but eh. I am sure Sylvie flirted with Pepper on her way out. :P

Warning Tag: Protected Sex; Anonymous Sex

Not Anonymous (Not to Me)

Sylvie found herself fluttering awake while it was still dark. The room was vast, blanketed in a very dim soft yellow-orange light that was just enough to see outlines of the furniture, doors, and halls peppered through the space but not so much so that it prevented sleeping in. It reminded her of one of those massage places meant for relaxing, and perhaps that's what he was aiming for.

Based on the soft breathing beside her, her one-night stand had yet to slip away, and she so wished she could keep it that way, but had to make due with what she had.

She managed to find yet another obscure blindspot of the TVA and their tracking abilities. It was near impossible to understand unlike the apocalypses she skirted through for so, so long now, but at the same time, Sylvie was not going to complain about it. Any respite was welcomed, even if it required an unorthodox way of getting it. Based on what little she could gather in the eight hour window she could stay in this timeline with Tony, he had a very important weapons demonstration to attend the following day somewhere on the other side of the world he absolutely could not miss. That was it. The only real rational way Sylvie could explain the lack of a branch happening was perhaps she somehow found a way to manipulate the timelines' static points… or a specific chain of events that kept the flow of time to continue and remain consistent on its set path.

So as long as she doesn't stop Tony from leaving, so long as either she leaves before he does or he leaves her behind in his bed the following morning, there will be no branching and no TVA units coming for her.

Coming into this particular timeline at a very specific time kept her off the TVA radar, and even with that knowledge, it took Sylvie several tries to take on a persona that would get the infamous Dr. Tony Stark's attention long enough to entice his interest in her at the massive party. Of course by now she had mastered this, and would even be confident in saying that she even mastered all of his secret desires and kinks by how frequently she visited.

There were very rare times where he wanted to just talk, so unfortunately Sylvie had to learn everything else about Tony from other sources, and even then, a lot of it she could never be sure would apply to her Tony. The one who was sleeping soundly beside her, the one who doesn't even remember her name most of the time, the one she kept having to woo over and over again to get him to take her to his bed.

But that was okay. It was enough. She was content and lucky to even have the brief few hours she stumbled upon to be with him, to keep her going, to allow that refocus to the cause… to sate that need.

For Tony, she was nothing more than another person he slept with who he slipped away from and was forgotten about with the rising of the morning light.

This time she was glad she woke up when she did, it allowed her the opportunity for a second and last round of incredible sex before they both had to return to their realities, their obligations, their life's work.

Sylvie draped her body over his bare chest then, dragging her pierced nipples over his collarbone as she lightly kissed up his shoulder and neck before peppering his face. He stirred from the gesture, moving an arm to rest over a hip, trailing light circles there that sent tingles over her skin.

"Mornin', lioness," Tony murmured into her mouth, accepting her chaste kiss. "What has you up so early?"

"My need for you, sweet pet," Sylvie whispered back against his lips.

She rolled her hips against his thigh then, nuzzling down the side of his jawline to the crook of his shoulder where she kissed and sucked at the supple flesh there, eliciting a moan from Tony.

"Mmm, the huntress and her prey," he said, sliding his leg against her slick heat. "And eagerly waiting, too."

Sylvie pulled away from her ministrations to see the purpling mark coloring his skin. Smirking wickedly at it in the dim light, she leaned over him to grab a condom from the night stand, holding it between her fingers while planting another deep kiss to his sensational mouth.

"Just one more time, a goodbye present before you go?" she asked, making a little pouty face.

He cupped her face the same time his other hand grabbed her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze while pulling her back into a needy kiss. Her fingers combed through his hair, scratching against his scalp, sending that delectable shiver down his body.

"Anything for you, darling."

She wished he would say her name one more time, to remember it enough to do so. She wished he would gasp it in her ear, to say it when she kissed him so she could taste it on his tongue, but she was lucky to have what she could of him. She was content with this, she had to be because yearning for more sent trouble that was never worth it.

Once the condom was expertly secured, Slyvie sank down on him, feeling him slide deliciously slow into her. Tony gently guided her by the hips, and she rolled her head back and clenched her legs against his sides from the desire that washed over her body. His name slipped from her mouth, barely above a whisper like she wished he would do as he started to rock his hips against her.

"My Anthony…"