[From Faking It]

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3rd Person POV:

Tony was scarfing down his breakfast of eggs and toast while reading the paper on his kitchen counter. His head perked up as he heard his door opening but wasn't overly bothered by it when he heard the voice that followed shortly after.

"Tony?" Claire called as he heard the sound of her travel bag hitting the floor. The duo had taken to commuting to work a few times a week so it was no surprise that she had stopped by this early. Tony swallowed a burnt piece of toast with a grimace.

"Kitchen." He answered, taking a swig of his highly sugared coffee to get the taste out of his mouth.

"Tony does this outfit make me look fat? I couldn't decide at home and I knew I had a couple extra pieces here so…" she quickly informed, walking into the kitchen smoothing down her outfit. Tony looked up as she entered and stared at her for a moment. She looked quite the opposite actually. He took in her toned legs that were accentuated in her dark skinny jeans she had paired with some heeled booties. Those paired with her flattering V-neck shirt was quite distracting.

"…no…doesn't look fat at all." He muttered after a few seconds of staring. Claire looked up from where she had been picking a piece of lint off her thigh glared at him suspiciously.

"You hesitated." She accused. Tony's eyes widened in surprise.

"What, no I didn't." he countered. Claire pursed her lips and popped a hip, arms crossed across her chest. He was really in for it now.

"Yes you did so I'll ask you again and be honest. Does it make me look fat?" she inquired. Tony instantly shook his head in denial.

"No, absolutely not. You look great." He assured her. Nodding hesitantly she took his word for it and walked over to rummage through his fridge for some orange juice. Tony watched her intently, as he chewed on another forkful of eggs. His eyes narrowed worriedly. If he was distracted by her more than usual in that outfit then what were other men's reactions going to be? He couldn't have that.

"So…you're really going to wear that to work?" He asked casually. Claire paused, her drink halfway to her mouth.

"What?" She inquired. Tony cleared his throat, turning to face her from across the room.

"Are you really wearing that to work?" he asked again. Claire glowered at him.

"You just said it looked fine. Were you lying to me?" she asked warningly. Tony swallowed nervously.

"I'm not lying to you." He assured.

"So it would be perfectly fine if I wore this to work right? Cause you wouldn't let me walk around in something unflattering, would you?" Clare challenged, staring at him intently.

"Yea, go ahead. You look great." Tony answered with a grin.

"Liar." She countered instantly. Tony sputtered indignantly.

"Wh…I am not lying." He insisted his voice taking a higher pitch.

"So, you really think I look fat in this." she snarled, setting her half empty glass aside. Tony quickly held up his hands to placate her.

"No!" he told her sternly. Claire watched him with a skeptical stare as he slowly approached her as if she was going to strike him at any moment.

"You do not look fat. I promise." He told her seriously. As he reached her Claire's glower lessened and her shoulders relaxed as he ran his hands up and down her arms comfortingly.

"You ready to go to work now?" Tony asked tentatively, trying to distract her from the problem at hand. Claire pursed her lips but didn't answer. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. Her lips quirked up minutely before she scowled at him again.

"Please?" he pressed with a small grin. Claire shrugged. Once more Tony leaned in and pressed a longer kiss to her lips, Claire responding just a bit more.

"How about now?" he asked. Claire bit her lip and grinned thoughtfully.

"Not quite yet." She hummed. Taking the hint Tony leaned in and kissed her soundly, swelling with male pride as she hummed in pleasure while returning his affection.

"Fine, we can leave now." She chuckled wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. Tony laughed at how quickly her mood would shift before letting go of her to clean up the remains of their brief breakfast.