Blaze POV

"Will you tell me where we are going, Tony? And let me take off this blindfold. You aren't going to keep anything, because I WILL read your mind. I KNOW that you've just been walking around randomly for the last 15 minutes, so will you just get on with it?" I whined.

"No, you cannot take off your blindfold, because we aren't there yet. Its right around the corner." He replied.

We walked around the corner and I heard a door being opened and then I felt a comforting hand on my back, gently guiding me into the room.

"Alright, miss whiner, you can take off the blindfold." Tony said from behind me.

I swiftly took off the blindfold and was completely dumbfounded. The room before me was three times the size of the suites that the team was staying in. On the main floor, there was a mini kitchen, a sliding door leading to the balcony that had a view of downtown New York that was a mile away, a beautiful, rustic desk set that came with a matching chair, and there was the door that leads to the bathroom.

On a raised platform that had two steps surrounding the whole thing, sat a king sized bed with a canopy. The sheets and curtains that were on the bed were a satin red that went great with the cream colored walls. Attached to the end of the bed, there was a flat screen television. Also on the platform was a gorgeous dresser that matched the bed and the desk. There I saw the biggest surprise of all…

Sitting next to the dresser was mine and Tony's stuff. "Tony, what's going on?" I turned to face him with a big grin on my face.

"I called both of our parents and got them to agree to us getting some alone time before the wedding and so I bought this room. Nudge is taking your bed in the other room so that you could be in here with me." He told me while a grin crept onto his face.

"So this is OUR room?" I asked in absolute disbelief.

"For the rest of the time that we are here, yes it is. What do you think? I think it is perfect." He came up behind me, held me by the waist and laid his head on my shoulder.

"I do, too, but is it really necessary? I mean you could have just gotten the less expensive suite." I point out. "And how did you get my father to agree to this before we were married?"

"It was nothing special. I merely told him that I loved you, that I would never hurt you or let anything happen to you, and that I would never get you to do something you didn't want to do." He whispered, nuzzling into my neck and I tilt my head to the other side to give him room.

"Hmmm… My dad must really like you."

"I think he's just happy that I finally made my move and that you're happy. You are happy right?" he joked.

"Of course I'm happy. How couldn't I be? In less than a year, I will be marrying the man I love the day before my birthday." I ran my hands over his, which were still wrapped around my waist.

"And I will be marrying the girl of my dreams." He whispered, sending shivers shooting down my spine.

"You know, you still haven't answered my question. What do you think about the room?" he asked.

"Well, I noticed that there is only one bed." I noted.

"Yeah, I decided that we should get used to it. It took forever to get either of our dads to agree to it. Good thing for our moms or I would have been very cold during the night." He says, hugging me tighter. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll unpack our stuff into the drawers."

"Okay, but u better not go through my undergarment bag. Just put it in a drawer." I warned him.

"I will make no promises." And with that, I go get my beauty kit bag that holds all of my hair stuff and my pajamas and head for the powder blue bathroom.

I turn the water on when I notice that my blue highlights no longer went all the way to the top of my head. I quickly got out my touch up kit and fixed it. I hated when my hair was all messed up like that. I stepped into the shower and washed myself. The hair stylist that Tony's family had gave me a special shampoo and conditioner set that wouldn't mess up my streaks and to which I was grateful.

I changed into my pajamas and opened the door, letting the cold air rush in and watched the steam rush out. I walked over to the platform and stepped up the stairs. The lights ha been dimmed and the bed curtains were closed. The only way I knew that someone was in the room was the fact that the television was on and I could here the distinct sounds from a James Bond movie.

I pulled open the curtains just a little to see Tony sitting on the bed with his hands behind his head. It was a pretty normal position, except for the fact that he was shirtless. He was wearing the sweatpants that he always wore to bed, but I still couldn't get past the SHIRTLESS factor!

"Hey, Sweetie. Whatcha staring at?" he asked with a giant grin on his face.

"I think you know the answer to that question. What are you staring at?" I asked, noticing that his eyes were focused on my short shorts and my black cami.

"Why do you always have to do this kind of stuff to me? One of these days, you're going to make me go back on my word with your father." He says while pulling me down next to him, wrapping his arms around me.

"Oh, you better not. Daddy wouldn't be too happy." I teased him by twirling my hair, making him groan.

"Stop it, or we'll both regret it." He says, but his voice is no longer strong and stern.

"Oh, look! It's the boy who can't even control his girlfriend from being bad." I said, both teasingly and seductively, and I ran my hands down his chest, though he swiftly grabbed my wrists and held them.

"I can and will control you." He said, still sounding pretty weak.

"Of course you will, because you have controlled me so well before. Like the time we made-out in my room, or in your car, or under that tree last month or…" I couldn't tease him more because he had crushed our lips together. I kissed him with the same urgency that he was literally forcing on me, because he had rolled us over so that he was on top of me. His tongue had entered my mouth and we were all over each other. Eventually our kissing pace slowed and the kisses were much more loving.

"So I guess we have figured out who will control who in this marriage." He said while pulling away.

"Good to know." I answered while flipping us again so that I could lie on his chest. I suddenly felt tired but tried to stay awake.

"So, you got a text from Bruce, by the way. He was wondering if you knew about the room change yet, so I texted him back, telling him that you did." He tells me, hugging me closer to him.

"I don't care."

"So are you okay with watching James Bond?"

"Mmhmm." Is all that I say.

We watched at least three different movies because they were apparently running a marathon. But somewhere in the fourth movie, I fell asleep, perfectly content to fall asleep on my future husband's chest.

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