"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark! Over here!" the paparazzi shouted outside of the Plaza hotel in New York City, where the gala was being held. It was a charity event to help fund education in third-world countries... Not really Tony's forte. He flashed a few quick smiles for the cameras as he entered the building. He immediately began to scan for his "prey", so-to-speak. He shot million watt grins at some of the beautiful women in attendance who the rich older men brought as their dates in order to keep their appearances up.

"Oh... Fuck..." Tony said as he saw an hour glass shape figure in a form-fitting black dress leaned over the bar. Her hair was a dark crimson. Natasha. Tony began to saunter over, smoothing his hair and once again straightening his bow tie.

"Well, hello, Natasha," he crooned into her ear. Natasha could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck and could feel herself grow moist. She tried to resist the urge and spun around quickly.

"Well, hello, Mr. Stark. Can't say I really expected you to be here, supporting such a noble cause."

Tony laughed it off cooly. He had anticipated the icy greeting.

"Those are some words coming from an assassin, my dear. Now please, come dance with me," Tony said extending out a hand.

"And what if I say no, Mr. Stark?"

Tony moved in closer to Natasha and could feel her shiver.

"Please, I won't bite," he said in a hushed, raspy tone as he gently raked his teeth on her ear. Natasha had no choice but to accept. He guided her to the dance floor and pulled her close. He had a firm grip on her hips as they swayed to the jazz music played by the live band.

"See, this isn't so bad," Tony teased in her ear, gently flicking her lobe with his tongue. He could feel her tense up with pleasure; he knew he was successfully getting her riled up.

"Tony, I don't know what your intentions are tonight but you better rethink them," Natasha snapped. Tony put on his best mock offended face and pulled away.

"Natasha!" he said, sarcasm dripping in his voice, "I am HIGHLY offended that you'd think I'd try something with you tonight! I'm just innocently dancing with a FRIEND," he smirked, briskly pulling her back towards him.

"Plus," he began, his low tone overflowing with lust, "if I wanted to fuck you, we would already have made a mess of sheets in this hotel by now." Natasha continued to sway with him to the music, but tightened her grip around the back of his neck. She gritted her teeth.

"Careful how you talk to me Tony, or you'll end up in much more pain then you could imagine," she said, raking her nails on his neck. He groaned with pleasure.

"Mmm, baby .. How'd you know I liked it rough?" he said with a smirk, his lips brushing against her neck. They both knew what was coming next.