The force of Tony

Chapter 5: How long can love burn for?

Well I don't know about you guys but I am seriously confused. Let me see if I've got this right: the love of my life is now in my room kissing me with enough passion to drown a cat, despite the fact he's suppose to of died three months ago. I'm not the only one who thinks that sounds utterly insane. I have so many questions, but I can't seem to bring myself to stop and ask. All I know is, I am so grateful for this wall. Good old wall........... Why am I showing gratitude to a wall?....... This is fricking awkward!

My one hand is tussling through his hair; dear god is it soft! It's almost softer than mine (I say almost..... It will never be softer than mine). The other gripping his shirt so that I don't fall over. Which I've just realised is stupid because I'm bring pressed against a wall.......... His hands are still around my waist, the one touching my scar. Despite every question swirling through my mind, only one seems to be bothering me: why do people say it feels like fire when kissing? I mean, yeah their skin feels hot to the touch, but if I'm honest. I feel cold. Well, more like a mixture of the two; it feels like burning ice, running through my veins. It sounds awful and yet it feels..... Good. His hands have moved from my waist. Where have they gone? Are we stopping? No, he's still kissing me:

*lifts and carries*

Okay, he's carrying me. But to where? Wait we've stopped moving. His hands are supporting my weight under my thighs, whislt I'm clenching onto his shirt for support. What his he doing? Wait, that's a kicking noise...... I think he's taking his shoes off (Bit random). Why is he doing that? Oh my god! I'm falling........ Why am I panicking and he's not?

"Oww"
"Sorry.... I lost my grip"

He carries on like nothing was said. What does he mean he lost his grip? Did he drop me? He must, hence why my back hurts. But what did he drop me on. I move my hand to feel the surface underneath me. Ohhhhh! It's my bed.......... It's my bed. Oh no no no no no no no no! This is not happening. No fricking way in hell is this happening! I try to say his name and get him to stop, but...... This is a nightmare. His hands are still on my waist. Mine are on his back. I can feel his muscles under his shirt (Wait! How long have they been there? Tony doesn't have muscles). I can feel his hands move from my waist to..... Oh dear god! Is he....... Yepp he's taking his shirt off. This would be so less cringy if....... Actually, this will never not be cringy (Oh the perks of being socially awkward). I open my eyes. Holy shit! Since when has he had a six-pack. I can't help but stare:

*in between kisses*

"What the frick-a-frack have you been doing?"
"Training..... Like you taught me"
"So in a way...... It's like a gift to me from me"
"Haha you wish"

We stare at each other for a few seconds (Although it feels like eternity), before carrying on. This is what I've missed; not the kissing, but the conversations. Tony is one of the only people who can make me laugh. Plus, he's one of the only people who enjoys my sarcasm (According to some people; it's an un-attractive quality for women to have...... Utter bullshit). I can feel his one hand stroking my hair (10 points to Gryffindor for super effective conditioner....... Sorry). My one hand is still on his back, whilst the other is on his chest. I move it around; this is definetly not the same Tony from three months ago. My hand moves over to his left side, and:

"Ahhhh shit"
"Crap! Sorry...... I forgot that was......."

Actually, I didn't know it was there. But I can see it now, gleaming at me. A four inch scar over his heart. It doesn't look properly healed, like someone tried to sped up the process but failed. No wonder he found it painful when I touched it:

"It's okay"

He bends his head forward to kiss me again, but my finger is already on his lips:

"Tony! What happened to you?"
"Bit late to be asking that now ennit"
"Don't sass me"
"Okay..... I'm sorry. I promise to tell you tomorrow. It's a long story"
"Okay. In that case, can we just...... Talk for a bit. Not about that but just..... Like we use to"
"Okay"

He kisses my forehead and rolls to the side. I release a breath (Since when was I holding it). He wraps his arms around my shoulders whilst I wrap mine around his stomach. And we lie there, talking and laughing like the good old days- as though he never left. We do this until I feel myself fall asleep.........