Come closer, breathe deeper, just take it in,

Make love to me gently, over and over again,

If it's all I can take, I'll remember it all, remember it all,

If it's all I can take, I'll remember it all, remember it all,

One moment imprinted inside my mind,

Could there be more to this love,

Or will it be left behind?

'Cause of it's all I can take, I'll remember it all, remember it all,

If it's all I can take, I'll remember it all, remember it all.

Remember – Kari Kimmel

Natasha catches Tony's swallow as she locks down the room so that they won't be interrupted. She won't lie and say that she isn't nervous, but she also feels confident. So, she reaches for his tie and slowly pulls him towards her, meeting him halfway.

Their lips meet slowly and she sighs into his mouth as his tongue barely brushes her bottom lip. Natasha doesn't think she's ever moved this slowly with someone. But then again, this is completely different than anything she's ever done.

Slowly, she parts her lips further urging Tony to do the same. She can taste the Kahlua and vanilla ice cream they'd shared as their tongues begin moving in a pale imitation of what is, hopefully, to come. When Tony pulls away, she lets him, and he guides her to the bed, motioning for her to sit. He removes his shoes as she takes off her wig and runs her fingers through her short hair so it isn't completely flattened.

Tony walks back to her and leans down for a kiss as she reaches for his belt buckle, pulling the leather from the belt loops on his pants. He stands up straight when she leans back slightly and she unbuttons his vest while still seated. He shrugs off the material and starts on the top buttons of his shirt as she starts on the bottom buttons. They make quick work of the task and he's shrugging off that, too, as she unbuttons his slacks. Pressing red lips to his hipbone, she flicks her tongue over his skin lightly and smiles at the sharp inhale she hears.

She moves to do it again but Tony steps back and kneels in front of her. He slips her heels off, one by one, massaging her feet lightly before pressing a kiss to each knee. His hands skim up her thighs and she shivers at how rough they feel. The callouses from his work are a sharp contrast to her soft skin. His lips gently follow the path of his hands, kissing up one thigh and then the other. Her hands move to his head of their own accord, running through the soft, brown locks.

Tony stands up, pulling her with him, to reach the zipper on the back of her dress. He stops, though, before he even starts to tug it down.

"Is this okay? He asks her and she marvels at the sincerity she sees shining in his eyes.

"Yes." She replies firmly. "This is good."

With that, he pulls the zipper down and helps her slide the sleeves down her arms. The dress falls to the ground and Tony's sharp intake of breath makes her smile. Not wearing any undergarments was definitely worth this reaction. Tony falling to his knees is not something she expected, though. He presses a soft kiss to the spot just between her hipbones and then glances up at her, his large brown eyes saying so much.

Before she can move or say anything, he's looking back down at her bared before him and pressing a kiss against her pubic bone. Then his lips brush her clit and it's her turn to sharply gasp. Tony grips her hips tightly, then, and presses his lips more firmly against her. His tongue flicks out and her knees get weak. Luckily, his grip is firm. He pulls back, though, and looks up at her again.

"Lay down." His voice is firm, yet soft. She nods and eases back onto the bed. Tony sheds his slacks and boxer briefs before crawling over her. He's not as close as she wants him but when he presses his lips to hers, she doesn't mind as much.

He moves so slow and gentle as he kisses her lips, her jaw, her throat. His lips make their way over her shoulders then down her chest. She has never been treated this way. Her heart races and her throat tightens at the feelings threatening to overwhelm her. He kisses his way over her breasts and down her stomach, moving slowly as if he's mapping her body. And as smart as he is, he might be doing exactly that.

When he reaches her slit, her nerve endings are so sensitive that she immediately cries out. Her fingers bury themselves in his hair as he lifts her thighs over his shoulders. He brings one hand up and pushes a finger inside her as his mouth works, his tongue sliding over her folds. She cries out again, wondering how much more she can take before it's too much. As it turns out, not much, because as soon as his lips wrap around her clit and suck, she's falling over that edge. Her back arches and her fingers grip his hair tighter but he doesn't stop as he pushes her over once more before bringing her back down.

Tony is just as gentle with her on his journey back over her body as he was at the beginning. And she knows, no matter where this goes, no matter what happens, she will never forget this. It has changed her.

His lips slant over hers and she kisses him deeply but softly, wanting it to last, not wanting to be treated as if because of her background and codename all she wants is a hard fuck. No, she wants this. She wants to make love.

Switching their positions is fairly easy, even if her legs are shaking enough that she knows they won't hold her up. Then, she's the one paying attention to Tony. She's kissing her way along his jaw and down his throat. She runs loving hands over his chest as she kisses the spot where the reactor used to be. Tony gasps when she does and she looks up at him, meeting his eyes, and he reaches for her, caressing the side of her face.

But then, she moving down again, kissing his stomach and his hipbones. She grips his length in her hand before taking him into her mouth as her eyes stay locked with his. His eyes widen and he takes a deep breath as her lips wrap around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she pulls back up.

It only takes a few more times before Tony is coming but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she stays there, draining him of every last drop. She doesn't release him form her mouth until he's starting to go soft and then she makes her way up his body, much the way he did her.

When she kisses his lips lightly, he tugs her close, holding her for a moment. He only pulls away to maneuver them so they're under the covers instead of on them. Tony doesn't hesitate to wrap himself around her as they start to drift off and she lets him, savoring the closeness and warmth he gives her so freely.

If she's going to remember this forever, she's going to make sure it's one of her best memories.

Meanwhile in the Middle of Nowhere

"Could he have a bigger ego?" Clint asks out of nowhere and Sam glances up from the book he'd been reading. He sees a magazine in Clint's hand and it takes him a second to realize it has Stark on the cover. The headline reads: Another Mystery Woman? Is Tony Stark back to his playboy ways?

On the cover was a recent picture of Stark sitting at a café with Pepper Potts, laughing. The picture next to it was from the airport when he'd left on vacation. A picture below that showed a blonde with a killer body smiling as she kissed Stark. Her face wasn't clear but their outfits were and Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes. Matching outfits? In Iron Man's colors? Who did this guy think he was?

"I wonder how much he paid her." Clint says as he starts flipping through the magazine, presumably looking for the article. "She's gotta be pretty high-end. Stark may be an arrogant ass, but he's not cheap."

"Maybe you shouldn't say that about a woman you've never met and don't know anything about?" Scott suggests with an affronted look thrown their way.

"Why else would she be with Stark? Unless she's a gold digger. He did make Potts CEO, after all." Clint replies and Sam flinches slightly.

"Dude." He reprimands but Clint just ignores him. Scott looks disgusted as he throws his hands up and heads for the room connected to theirs.

"I'm done." He mumbles and Sam narrows his eyes. But no, Scott wouldn't leave. He was just done with Clint. They didn't get along that great, after all. Even when Scott tried to be friendly. Sam was sure that Scott meant he was done trying to be friends with Clint.

That had to be it. Right? So, why didn't it feel right?