No Turning Back
She changed into some pj’s when she got to her old room, a cotton t-shirt and silk pajama shorts that she found in a drawer. Even without her personal belongings, the space was familiar and not entirely unwelcome, but as she crawled into the bed she knew she wouldn’t sleep.
Before she could attempt to stop herself she was moving towards the elevator, pressing the button to go two floors up. She could easily tell him that she wanted to watch over him tonight, and she thought he would probably find it justified. Or she could go back to the suite he’d designated for her and wait at a safe distance for him to drive her home in the morning.
The ding from the elevator sounded when it arrived on the sixth floor and she knew it was too late for her to change her mind, so she walked carefully down the hall and knocked softly on his door.
“You couldn’t sleep either?” He said, half question, half statement when he saw her standing there, and she shook her head.
“I don’t want to stay in a separate room,” she whispered.
He was silent for a little too long as he gazed at her and for a second she had thought maybe she’d gone too far, but then he was hugging her fiercely, his arms strong around her and she let herself melt into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his.
He lifted her up swiftly and effortlessly, kicking the door closed behind them and pulling her in. Then his lips were on hers, hungry, desperate and passionate and she moaned into his mouth as she kissed him back.
She moved her hands to the back of his head, stroking his hair and the back of his neck and then pulling his face to hers as they kissed. His arms were around her waist, holding her close as he continued to kiss her with all the longing he’d felt for nearly a year since he’d had her in his bedroom.
“I still love you, Nat,” he said against her mouth, his voice thick with emotion.
“I never stopped loving you, Tony,” she told him, her breath shaky as they kissed again.
He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth wide enough to devour his, all teeth and tongue and heavy breaths as she let him in.
She held his face, running her fingers along his facial hair as their tongues battled for dominance, his mouth soft and warm and wet against hers.
His hands were bunching up her shirt at her back, twisting the fabric in between and around his fingers as they continued kissing. “If we do this now, there’s no turning back,” he said softly, his mouth traveling down her neck and setting her skin tingling.
She leaned her forehead against his, tracing the collar of his t-shirt with her fingers back and forth until the material slipped away and she was softly caressing his skin.
“What do you want?” He whispered into her hair.
“Touch me,” she whispered back.
He looked at her, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. “Where?” He asked.
“Everywhere,” she breathed.
He eagerly obliged, slipping both hands under her shirt and feeling every part of her back and she shivered under his touch. He continued to kiss her as he dragged his hands across her sides and to her front, lightly skimming across her tummy and she made a soft sound, tilting her head back so his lips would have better access to her neck.
He kept his hands on her stomach until she stopped shaking, then he slowly raised them up and she pulled her t-shirt off over her head. He stopped kissing her neck long enough to let his eyes sweep over her bare breasts, allowing himself to drink in a sight he’d convinced himself he would never get to see again and he slowly trailed one hand up her side, lightly stroking his thumb across the side of her breast.
She kissed him full on the mouth, pulling him close to her again and he moved his hands over both of her breasts, cupping, squeezing, and kneading as his tongue slid over hers.
She moved her hands under his t-shirt, tracing the muscles in his stomach and feeling them tighten and relax as he moved. She started to tug at the bottom of the shirt and he took his hands away from her only long enough to let her pull it off of him, still kissing her hungrily.
He lowered his head, kissing the tops of her breasts softly before darting his tongue out and she gasped audibly when he started to suck on her nipples. “Tony,” she moaned.
“Baby,” he breathed, and she slowly pushed against him, backing him up to the bed until he was sitting on the mattress, pulling her down into his lap and helping her forward to straddle his hips.
She slid her hands over his bare back and shoulders as she ground into him, feeling him hard against her through the thin material of both of their pajamas and she moved her hips back and forth on him.
He moved his hands up her neck and along her jaw, pulling her face to his so he could kiss her again and she pushed her fingers through his hair, her nails lightly scraping along his scalp.
Her breasts brushed against his chest as she lowered her mouth and it wasn’t enough to be kissing his neck, she needed to taste his skin, so she slipped her tongue out, licking along the line of his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple, sucking his jugular and dipping her tongue into his pulse point while he moaned softly as she continued to move in his lap.
He slid his hands down her sides as she nibbled at his collar bones, moving them across her thighs and behind her to where her shorts were riding up and she sighed deeply as he kept going, moving his hands lightly over the curve of her ass.
She moaned, still kissing his neck as she pushed against him until he was laying on his back and he adjusted his position to welcome her weight as she lay on top of him.
She kissed down his chest, her hands sliding down from his shoulders and moving everywhere her lips touched as she made her way down his body, nuzzling her nose into his ribs as she pressed her mouth hungrily to his skin.
He groaned when she got to his belly, lifted his hips long enough so she could tug down his pants, boxers and all and she breathed in deep when she felt him hard between her breasts.
She moved her hands over his hips, lowered her head down and pressed her lips to his tip before sliding her tongue along the length of his cock.
He made a wild sound when he felt her tongue against him and she wanted to hear him do it again, so she took him into her mouth and began to suck.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” he moaned as his eyes started to roll back into his head as she went up and down his length and she could feel him pulse in her mouth. “But this is going to be over really fast if you don’t stop,” he warned.
She pulled away reluctantly then moved to lay over him again and he cupped her cheek in his hand, slowly stroking his thumb along her jaw while his other hand moved her hair away from her face. “I want you,” he whispered. “I need you so bad.”
“Then take me,” she whispered back.
He tilted his head to kiss her softly as he rolled them over until she was laying on her back, lining up her head against the pillows and leaning over her.
He moved one hand down her body, slipping it inside her panties to feel between her legs and nearly whimpering when the evidence of her arousal spread over his fingers as he pushed into her.
“God, I missed you,” he said, hooking his fingers upwards inside her and she could only moan in response, a low, desperate sound that might’ve embarrassed her in the past, but now she just wanted him to know how much she was enjoying what his hand was doing to her sex.
He tugged her shorts off of her, pulled her panties down and positioned himself over her. He was shaking as he tempted her thighs apart with his knee, and she realized she was shaking too as she spread her legs for him.
“Tasha,” he moaned as he pushed into her.
“Oh, God, Tony,” she said breathlessly, a tear sliding down her cheek.
He held her face in his hands, kissed her deeply and she could feel that his face was wet too as they kissed. She cried out when he began to move, moving her hips to meet his and her muscles reacted wildly when he began to thrust.
He made that noise again, and she knew he could feel her body’s reaction to having him inside of her and that’s when he lost control, moving his hips hard and fast against hers. She moaned every time he pushed in, saying his name over and over.
He came too fast, but he’d been hitting her spot with each thrust and she could feel him throb inside of her as he exploded and it was enough to push her over the edge and into a world where it was just the feel of his breath on her skin, the taste of his sweat, and the sound of his moans.
He was breathing hard, his forehead leaning against hers as he attempted to regain control of his emotions and she gripped him tightly, hearing herself gasp into his chest.
“I ff-f …I fucking love you,” he whispered once he could speak.
“I fucking love you too,” she said as he rolled onto his back and she curled into him.
XXXXX
It was still dark and the moon was still high through the glass doors of the balcony when she opened her eyes. “Tony?” She said uncertainly, her voice needy.
“I’m right here, baby,” he whispered, rolling over and sliding a hand along her hip.
“Good,” she murmured. “Don’t go anywhere. I need you.”
He could see the outline of her body in the moonlight and he slid closer to her until he was right up against her back. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, moving her hair away from her shoulders with one hand and lowering his head to kiss her neck. “And I need you more than you will ever know.”
She sighed softly, tilting her head to the side and his lips followed her. “Tony,” she breathed again.
She adjusted her position so she was on her back under him and he moved the covers away, exposing the most vulnerable parts of her to him and she was grateful that she was still naked if it meant that he could get his hands on her faster.
He kissed her deeply as he touched her sides and her stomach, reaching his hand between her thighs as he moved his mouth to her breasts, shivering at her soft moan.
“Can I go down on you?” he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver as he kissed her neck.
He felt more than saw her nod and he moved his mouth slowly down her body, savoring the taste of her breasts and the feel of her stomach quivering in anticipation.
He gently caressed her belly, his mouth on her pubic bone and he kissed her softly before pushing her thighs apart with his hands and placing them over his shoulders.
She cried out when she felt his tongue dart out to slide across her folds and then he really began to lick, adjusting the pressure of his tongue to match the push of her hips and the frequency of her moans. He sucked on her clit and she came, whimpering softly as he licked through her spasms.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tracing the line of her jaw with his fingers and brushing her hair back.
He leaned down to kiss her and she reached down to touch him when she felt him hard against her thigh.
“I want you inside me again,” she whispered, her voice unsteady with emotion.
“I want to be inside you again too,” he said softly as he grabbed himself, rubbing his sex against hers before pushing in. “And again and again and again. I never want to stop making love to you.”
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, moving her hips.
He was slow and gentle this time, kissing her lips tenderly and touching her face, her neck and her hair, whispering sweet things in her ear as they made love.
She thought they might have been pushing against each other for hours before he thrusts became longer and deeper and his breaths became heavier and she her moans grew louder and she came first, although he followed soon after, with his hands in her hair and his lips on her face.
She pressed her face into his chest after, rested her hand on his stomach and felt his breathing go back to normal before she closed her eyes and fell asleep with his heart beating against her cheek.
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He reached into the nightstand the second time they woke up that night, pulling out something small and pressing it into her hand. “It’s yours,” he whispered. “I made it for you.”
She opened her eyes long enough to see the hourglass diamond in the palm of her hand, the moonlight catching the surrounding rubies and sapphires and she smiled as she closed her fingers tightly around it.
She remembered something else, then. "Was that the Iron Man suit I was helping you make?" she asked sleepily.
"Yeah," he whispered thickly.
"It's okay," she told him, fingering the ring in her hand."We'll build another one together."
She felt him smile into her shoulder.
XXXXX
It was morning the next time her eyes fluttered open, just before sunrise. “Tony?” she asked into the sheets.
“Still here, darling,” he whispered, his hand sliding over her hip. “I’m not going anywhere. You?”
“I’m never going anywhere, ever again,” she told him, reaching behind her to hold his head.
He buried his face in her neck, breathed in deeply. “Good,” he said. He held her tight against his chest, the arc reactor pressing firmly into her back.
He was still a broken man, she knew. But she also knew that no matter what else was falling apart around them, she’d still spend her life making sure his pieces fit together.