[ It didn't take Darcy long to arrive. FRIDAY indeed lets her in, but she doesn't ask to alert Tony or text him yet. Instead, she gets a head start on cooking. She's got the bacon frying and eggs beaten in a bowl. She's made a fluffy pancake batter with blueberries in it. She's also got tea steeping and coffee brewing because she's nothing in not thorough.]
[He's not quite expecting to be walking in to the smell of food that hits him as soon as the elevator doors open up into the penthouse. Not that he's not grateful, but it seems like she's been here a little while without notice. Which was. Something.
Coming around into the kitchen he takes in the sight of her standing there at the stove. He himself doesn't even look like it's the early AM yet, still dark outside, like he should be tired and worn. Instead energized as always, when in the middle of a project. Dressed in dark denim, a tanktop, and a Stark Industries black zip-up. Maybe at least dressed down from his usual state.]
You could've told me you didn't want me to get you in your way, you know. [The reason, he assumes, why she didn't call him when she got in. He props a hip against the island counter, arms crossed, grinning.] I wouldn't have taken that much offense.
[ Darcy grins at him when he arrives. She poured him a cup of tea to start with. He's probably had too much caffeine. She stirs the batter and waits for the pan to get hot before she starts making pancakes. It's her grandmother's recipe for the fluffiest pancakes, and it's never failed her. ]
I wanted to surprise you. I don't know when's the last time you've eaten something, so now you don't have to wait too long. All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty.
[ She gives him a cheeky wink. She places her hand above the pan to test the heat and then pours some batter on. ] And you'll be pleased to know that nothing has been rearranged.
Oh. Is that all I have to do? Am I just a piece of eye-candy to you? [Darcy really is absolutely one of a kind. He's pretty sure he's never had the kind of conversations or gets talked to by anyone else the way she does to him.]
For now. I assume the mood will strike you again eventually. Just do me a favor and don't ask DUM-E to help you move stuff. Or you're responsible for cleaning up the ensuing mess. [Everything is still the way she left it from last time. Mostly because he doesn't really care enough to rearrange it all back.]
Aw, Tony. You're more than just eye candy. [ She reaches over to cup his cheek affectionately. Her thumb brushed along his cheekbone as she grins at him. She hands him the mug of tea before she goes back to finishing up breakfast for them. She asks FRIDAY to play some music, nothing too loud and upbeat, but just something in the background. She glances over her shoulder at him and winks. ]
You're also a hot piece of ass.
[ She laughs brightly because they both knew he's more than that. He's brilliant. Everyone knows that, but she can't help teasing him. ] DUM-E just likes being part of something.
[Despite himself he can't seem to help the way he tips his face closer towards those little touches, the way he softens just by a fraction. His attention diverts, taking hold of the mug she's passing him and is mid-sip when she finishes that entire thought process. It gets a decided snort out of him, a roll of his eyes but a grin that he can't help.]
Well, you said it. [He will clearly take the compliment. While she's still busy, he sits at the kitchen island instead, watching her as she works. He wasn't planning on having a whole breakfast before dawn but... that was very much Darcy. Things always seemed unplanned but ended up being better that way.]
And that involvement is usually chaos and mess. I don't think I could ever release the first trials of the repulsor tech out of sheer embarrassment. [Who wants to watch Tony Stark get sprayed a thousand times with a fire extinguisher? Probably everyone.]
[ It's not her kitchen, but she moves comfortably around it, like she belongs there. She likes seeing Tony smile. A real smile. Even if he is rolling his eyes at her. She pours some pancake batter into the hot pan and flips the rashers of bacon. Her back is a little to Tony, but she makes sure to look over at him periodically as they continue their conversation. She's glad that he's taken her words seriously to sit there and relax. He's likely been working for hours, letting that brilliant brain go and go and go. ]
He's just doing his best! He's sweet. And means well.
[ She's got a fondness for DUM-E. Sure, he's just a robot, but he's endearing to her. ] What have you been working on anyway?
I think you would have to know what well is to mean it. [This is sort of dissing himself. He's the one who build DUM-E but. He did it when he was still a teenager. He definitely has higher quality bots now but he's more than a little attached to that poor little idiot.]
Oh. Are you attempting to seduce me with coffee and breakfast in order to get trade secrets? [Grinning at her over the lip of his mug. He of course doesn't mean it. He doesn't think she'd abscond with any of his tech, but to even get to that point, there's a serious trust there. Since he doesn't trust anyone. Especially not with his stuff.]
Maybe. Is it working? [ She's not, obviously, but she likes teasing him. She's genuinely interested in his work and what he's doing. He knows she's not here for corporate espionage, but it makes her grin mischievously at him nonetheless. As she cooks, she makes him a plate as she goes with a little bit of everything. She brings to him at the counter with a kiss to his cheek. ]
A little. [Flirty, with a little raise of his shoulders. When she steps back with a plate full of food, his first thought is to pick up a piece of bacon. Always hungrier than he realizes until faced with food. All the more reason he has a proclivity for snacking.
But his head tilts up instead, catching that sweet little kiss and he can't help the way he grins warmly, though he does give her a saucy little look with an arched brow. His hand reaches out while she's so close, sliding along the back of her thigh.]
Which might be just standard seduction, if I'm guessing right. Feel free to correct me.
Well, I'll have to fix that if it's just a little. [ She grins at the way he flirts back. She knows she has a tendency to sweep in like a tornado and overtake people with her energy, but she likes that Tony likes it. Who else would be so accepting of 3 AM breakfast dates? She smiles against the kiss and steals a bite of his bacon despite her plan to make a plate for herself.
She's distracted anyway by his hand on her soft thigh. She takes that as invitation to move closer and perches in his lap. ] Nothing standard about this, Stark.
[He welcomes her in, legs spreading just a little to give her a better seat. Both his hands move, then, palming over her hips as he tips his head back. A light smirk stays on his lips as he takes the sight of her all in. Easily abandoned is the thought of food and coffee.]
Not that I'm here to disagree with you, but I'm open to a presentation. Where will we deviate off the path?
[ She's happy with her current perch. He's warm, and his hands feel sinful all along her body. The way he tilts his head back gives here the perfect chance to lean in and kiss along his throat. Her lips press and linger at his pulse point. ]
I figure we can start here. Maybe help you get a little more comfortable, get some of that tension out. Clothes are just such a downer, you know?
[His head tips back even further when she ducks in, eyes closing with a soft breath out. Soaking up her presence. The way she feels against him. Then in almost instant agreement, his hands slip up the back of her shirt, drawing the tips of his fingers against her skin.]
Who am I to refuse such a generous offer? [They might be fooling around, but it's probably no secret that Tony's stressed every moment of every day. He just tends to carry it well. ...or thinks he does, anyway.
There's a quickness with which he unhooks the back clasp of her bra, grinning unabashedly.] I agree. But before I take yours off we should probably turn off the stove. [Like it's a forgone conclusion that he absolutely will get her undressed.]
[ She lets out a low purr of contentment. His hands always feels good along her body. She needs him on her skin though without the barrier of clothing. Her beautiful genius knows what she wants without her saying it. He's starting to rich under to undo her bra. She feels the slack give, but it's trapped beneath her top. She gives him a playful grin in response as she works on taking off his shirt too until he reminds her of the stove. She pouts a little because she's loathed to get off of his lap, but he's got a point. She's quick to hop up and go back to the stove to turn it off. ]
Thanks. Now I can focus on you and less on the penthouse burning down. [Grinning at her, like that's an actual sentiment of gratitude. However, he does reward their shared responsible behavior by doing what she'd been silently asking for and working on before she'd gotten up.
And he does wait for her to turn back around for him to do it. Which is taking off his shirt fully, leaving it to the floor. He sits back a bit in his seat, legs spread to create a comfortable position for her to resume her perch from.
Since food and coffee and the breakfast she'd come over here to so lovingly start is now a distant thought, he turns his hand up and over, pointer finger hooked in a few times with a verbal command that comes swiftly after.] Come over here.
[ She turns and finds him shirtless. She wears a pleased feline grin because now they're on the right track. She decides to cut out the middle man and shimmies out of her clothes. It means shrugging off her bra too until she's left a little pile at her feet. It leaves her completely nude but for her underwear. She wears only that and a smile as she saunters over to him. ]
You can still have breakfast. Just a different kind of breakfast.
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For Darcy (stemtypeoflady)
[No sleep tonight, not that he's unused to it.]
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[ It didn't take Darcy long to arrive. FRIDAY indeed lets her in, but she doesn't ask to alert Tony or text him yet. Instead, she gets a head start on cooking. She's got the bacon frying and eggs beaten in a bowl. She's made a fluffy pancake batter with blueberries in it. She's also got tea steeping and coffee brewing because she's nothing in not thorough.]
Come on up.
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Coming around into the kitchen he takes in the sight of her standing there at the stove. He himself doesn't even look like it's the early AM yet, still dark outside, like he should be tired and worn. Instead energized as always, when in the middle of a project. Dressed in dark denim, a tanktop, and a Stark Industries black zip-up. Maybe at least dressed down from his usual state.]
You could've told me you didn't want me to get you in your way, you know. [The reason, he assumes, why she didn't call him when she got in. He props a hip against the island counter, arms crossed, grinning.] I wouldn't have taken that much offense.
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[ Darcy grins at him when he arrives. She poured him a cup of tea to start with. He's probably had too much caffeine. She stirs the batter and waits for the pan to get hot before she starts making pancakes. It's her grandmother's recipe for the fluffiest pancakes, and it's never failed her. ]
I wanted to surprise you. I don't know when's the last time you've eaten something, so now you don't have to wait too long. All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty.
[ She gives him a cheeky wink. She places her hand above the pan to test the heat and then pours some batter on. ] And you'll be pleased to know that nothing has been rearranged.
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For now. I assume the mood will strike you again eventually. Just do me a favor and don't ask DUM-E to help you move stuff. Or you're responsible for cleaning up the ensuing mess. [Everything is still the way she left it from last time. Mostly because he doesn't really care enough to rearrange it all back.]
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You're also a hot piece of ass.
[ She laughs brightly because they both knew he's more than that. He's brilliant. Everyone knows that, but she can't help teasing him. ] DUM-E just likes being part of something.
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Well, you said it. [He will clearly take the compliment. While she's still busy, he sits at the kitchen island instead, watching her as she works. He wasn't planning on having a whole breakfast before dawn but... that was very much Darcy. Things always seemed unplanned but ended up being better that way.]
And that involvement is usually chaos and mess. I don't think I could ever release the first trials of the repulsor tech out of sheer embarrassment. [Who wants to watch Tony Stark get sprayed a thousand times with a fire extinguisher? Probably everyone.]
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He's just doing his best! He's sweet. And means well.
[ She's got a fondness for DUM-E. Sure, he's just a robot, but he's endearing to her. ] What have you been working on anyway?
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Oh. Are you attempting to seduce me with coffee and breakfast in order to get trade secrets? [Grinning at her over the lip of his mug. He of course doesn't mean it. He doesn't think she'd abscond with any of his tech, but to even get to that point, there's a serious trust there. Since he doesn't trust anyone. Especially not with his stuff.]
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Or I could be seducing you for another reason.
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But his head tilts up instead, catching that sweet little kiss and he can't help the way he grins warmly, though he does give her a saucy little look with an arched brow. His hand reaches out while she's so close, sliding along the back of her thigh.]
Which might be just standard seduction, if I'm guessing right. Feel free to correct me.
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She's distracted anyway by his hand on her soft thigh. She takes that as invitation to move closer and perches in his lap. ] Nothing standard about this, Stark.
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Not that I'm here to disagree with you, but I'm open to a presentation. Where will we deviate off the path?
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I figure we can start here. Maybe help you get a little more comfortable, get some of that tension out. Clothes are just such a downer, you know?
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Who am I to refuse such a generous offer? [They might be fooling around, but it's probably no secret that Tony's stressed every moment of every day. He just tends to carry it well. ...or thinks he does, anyway.
There's a quickness with which he unhooks the back clasp of her bra, grinning unabashedly.] I agree. But before I take yours off we should probably turn off the stove. [Like it's a forgone conclusion that he absolutely will get her undressed.]
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There, responsiblity at its finest.
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And he does wait for her to turn back around for him to do it. Which is taking off his shirt fully, leaving it to the floor. He sits back a bit in his seat, legs spread to create a comfortable position for her to resume her perch from.
Since food and coffee and the breakfast she'd come over here to so lovingly start is now a distant thought, he turns his hand up and over, pointer finger hooked in a few times with a verbal command that comes swiftly after.] Come over here.
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You can still have breakfast. Just a different kind of breakfast.