Tony
The post press conference meeting with my lawyers takes a solid three hours, going over the specifics of what can be done to protect Barnes from the trolls. The CEOs of Twitter and Instagram released statements saying every post with fake information about the Winter Soldier will result in eternal banishment from their platforms. Happy also helped me write a formal statement about my parent's death which was a great way to spend lunchtime.
Between talking to the lawyers, advising the cleaning crew that came over to fix the party mess, and having conversations with everyone from the NY mayor to 5 different congress members, I don't have a chance to slow down until 7pm. Turns out doing the bare minimum is hard work.
My body feels sore even though I've been sitting on my ass for a great part of the day. In other words, I'm tired. It's past 8pm when I enter my room, surprised to see Grace waiting for me.
She's laying on the bed with her feet up the wall, a position she finds comfortable for whatever reason, and reading a book from my shelf. My Black Sabbath shirt, no pants. Perfection.
- Hey. - She notices me, shuts the book and sits up. - How did it go? Is everything ok?
- It's fine, just a lot of bureaucracy. - I lock the door and plop down next to her. - How long have you been here?
- Not long, Sharon took me to dinner and then disappeared with Steve. - She smiles warmly as I take off my suit. - What you did today was...
- Unexpected? Absolutely insane? - I repeat some of the things I've heard. - A clear sign I lost my freaking mind?
- I was gonna say hot. - She licks her lips and my indisposition suddenly disappears. - Really hot.
Her eyes don't leave mine for one second while I guide her to sit on my lap, kissing her softly. Oh God, I needed this. My hands trail her body only to notice she has something under the shirt. It's unlike her, she hates wearing underwear, especially at night.
- One more thing. - She breaks the kiss, grazing the tips of her fingers on my eyebrow. - I found your package.
- Really? - I pull down the collar of the shirt and as expected, the red bra and matching panties. - Holy shit...
- They're cute. - Her voice is dangerously low, a hot breath on my ear giving me goosebumps. - I liked the other part better.
On cue, she reaches behind her back and takes a pair of silver restraints. I've never been more mesmerized by her than right now and from the look on her face, she's enjoying this.
- They're not the ones you ordered, these babies are made of vibranium.- Grace jiggles the cuffs in front of me with a playful grin. How did I forget that part? She can snap the regular ones with no effort. - If you're up for it we can do a test drive. See if I can break them. I don't think I can.
- Believe me, I am up for it. - I swallow thickly. She found a way to get vibranium cuffs. - But you don't have to just because I...
- I'm not. - She interrupts me. - Like I said, seeing you up there doing the right thing was hot. It really turned me on.
- You like it when I'm a good samaritan? - I tease, sliding my hands across her thighs.
- I like it when you're you, Tony. - Once the shirt pools over her shoulders I nearly have a heart attack. Grace is covered with my colors, thin golden stripes wrapped around her stomach and thighs while her breasts are covered in an almost transparent red silky. - I did a little research about.. being tied.
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The Angel and The Billionaire
Fanfiction*CURRENTLY BEING EDITED - EDITED CHAPTERS HAVE THE NUMBER WRITTEN WITH NO NUMBERS* When Tony first met Grace, she had just climbed out of a cryogenic tank in a HYDRA base, soaked in blood and with no memories whatsoever. Tony was also bleeding from...
