[First Morning]

3rd Person POV:

That next morning Claire was jolted awake from her slumber by a loud groan of pain. Blinking away the sleep from her eyes she found herself lying on Tony's couch. She slowly sat up, shifting as to get rid of the kinks in her back. Another pitiful groan was heard from farther into the apartment, namely Tony's room. Claire got up and walked over to the room, pushing the door open and peering in. Tony sat up in the bed, hands running along his face as he tried to work the pain out of it. She smiled a bit at his utterly disheveled appearance.

"How's your head?" she inquired, making her way to sit on the bed beside him. Tony frowned and looked at her through his fingers.

"I though you left?" he mused groggily. Claire shook her head in amusement. He was definitely not a morning person.

"Tony your face is busted up and you might have had some serious damage. I was not going to leave you alone." She countered, prying his hands from his face to examine the cuts.

"You had some more scotch after I fell asleep, didn't you?" he countered with a deep chuckle. Claire bit her lip at the alluring sound.

"Just a bit. But regardless I wasn't leaving you just yet." She explained. Tony watched her silently as she took his face in her hands and looked over the various bruises and cuts. Finding one that was blooming along his cheek bone she pressed on it gently, causing him to flinch.

"Might want to put some ice on that shiner." She suggested.

"A kiss might make it better too." He countered, flashing her a cheeky smile. Claire chuckled and leaned in to lightly press a kiss against it, but at the last second he maneuvered so she hit his lips instead. She squeaked in surprise and Tony reached up to press a hand on the back of her head, keeping her in place. Breaking apart she grinned at him, pleased that this was still very real. A part of her had wondered if it was just a dream. They two of them grinned at one another, obvious that a burden had been lifted off their shoulders.

"Well did that work?" she asked him in amusement. He hummed thoughtfully.

"Not so much for my bruise but it did wonders for everything else." He answered. The two of them chuckled. In doing so Tony's cheek moved painfully and he winced, bringing them back to the present issue.

"Seriously we should ice that." Claire reminded in a motherly fashion.

"Fine." he relented and began getting up only to be pushed back down by Claire.

"Tony, I don't think you should be getting up this soon. You need to take this day off and rest." She chided. He scoffed and stood up, grabbing her hands in his.

"He busted my face not my legs. I will be fine." he dismissed. His smile slowly faded as her stern look didn't falter.

"Can I at least move to the couch?" he sheepishly asked, much like a child being scolded. Tony watched nervously as she bit her lip, considering his proposal.

"Fine but that's it for now." Claire relented, a small smile on her face. Tony grinned fondly at her as he let her drag him out into the living area.

"Did you sleep out here?" he asked, picking up the throw blanket that she had left behind. She glanced back at him as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Well I assume so as that's where I woke up." Tony grunted as he reclined onto the sofa.

"Why didn't you just climb in with me? It's not like it would be anything new. Pretty sure we already passed a couple of those hurtles relationship wise." He quipped. Claire held in a giggle as she brought out a coffee and a bag of frozen peas.

"I would have even been generous enough to let you take advantage of me while I slept." He added, looking up at her seductively. Claire laughed out loud at that and firmly pressed the peas against his face, eliciting a grunt of discomfort.

"Slow down there Casanova. We're already dating now so you don't have to try and woo me." She scolded. Tony chuckled, holding the peas on his own now.

"Sorry, force of habit." He apologized sheepishly. She shook her head in amusement and handed him the coffee, Tony thanking her before she made another trip into the kitchen to grab her own cup.

"Are you up for a movie?" she asked, already looking through his extensive DVD collection. Tony didn't answer as he was distracted by how good her legs and butt looking in the legging she was wearing. Claire waited for him to say something but when he never did she whipped her head around. Tony didn't even react and continued smiling appreciatively at her. She rolled her eyes, having anticipated that now they were 'official' or whatever he would be much bolder around her when it came to situations like this.

"See something you like?" she asked cheekily. Tony chuckled and glanced up at her face.

"Only when you're in the room." He answered with a grin. Claire snorted in amusement.

"Smooth." She muttered before picking out a DVD and popping it in. Tony shifted to make room for her as the two snuggled under the blanket, watching as Casablanca began playing.

"Hm black and white movies…..I approve." Tony hummed as he slung a casual arm around her shoulders.

"I figured you would." She smiled, feeling his heartbeat under her head as she had her head resting against his chest. A few minutes into the movie the couple heard the sound of knocking on his apartment, Claire leaping up to look through the eyehole. Tony watched her curiously as she eagerly opened up the door, his attention straying from the movie. He frowned as she took some boxes from the young man at the door, chatting kindly with him as she did. But what he was bothered by was how attentive the boy was when she was talking. His eyes seemingly lit up in her presence, and while she was distracted Tony glowered at his wandering eyes. Before he could find the energy to get up and step in Claire handed the delivery boy some cash and bid him goodbye, promptly shutting the door behind him. Picking up the boxes once more Claire happily made her way back to him on the couch. She opened up one of them and held out the container full of fresh pastries out to him; but her smile faltered a bit when she saw his grim expression.

"What?" she questioned, her mind reeling as she tried to figure out why he was acting like this. Tony shrugged stubbornly and grabbed one of the goodies, promptly stuffing a bite into his mouth.

"Nothing…..who was that?" he asked in a casual tone, while chewing on his breakfast. Claire watched him in confusion as she pulled out a pastry of her own.

"That was Jacob. He works at the café that I always go to. Thus the goodies that you are currently devouring." She answered easily. Tony hummed thoughtfully.

"He seems to be awfully friendly with you." He pointed out, not looking directly at her. At this she paused, a smile slipping onto her face.

"Tony are you jealous of a teenage boy?" she asked in amusement. Tony scoffed but didn't answer, not able to admit that he kinda was. Claire laughed.

"If I recall correctly I'm not at his apartment right now watching movies and sharing homemade pastries." She trailed off. Tony smiled sheepishly at her; after all she did have a point. With a chuckle of his own Tony pulled her back down into their previous position, getting back to the old movie on the television.

"Besides he's too young for me anyway." She added as an afterthought. Tony stiffened and glanced down at her.

"So if he was older would you date him?" he grunted. Claire giggled.

"No, but I couldn't pass up teasing you about it." She admitted, feeling his body relax at hearing that. He was so easily riled up.

"You know you can be mean when you want to." He growled playfully. She lifted her head and looked up at him.

"Yes, but you love me for it." She quipped. Tony chuckled and leaned down to kiss her soundly on the lips.