Rdj/Tony Stark x Reader

Blurred Lines (Part 2)

Taking a swig of scotch from Tony’s glass you feel the warmth burn within your stomach. Enjoying the sensation you take another sip, and another until there is nothing left in his glass. Grabbing the nearly half-drank bottle, you go to pour yourself another full glass.

“(Y/N), please not so much,” Tony’s hand blocks the opening of the warm, blurry liquid. “This will be your third glass in less than forty-five minutes.”

“Pwease Tony?” You pucker out your bottom lip for effect. “I’ve never get to let loose.”

             Caving, Tony is intrigued with the idea of who you are drunk. Any normal day you are calm, cool, and collected. You let very few things hurt you throughout your day. If something passes through your wall you wait till late at night to wallow in it. You’re so head strong and good, Tony has a difficult time placing you in any type of social role.

             Though after a few drinks it seems like your hole demeanor has changed. Typically you are more on the conservative side. You know how to dress flirty and to show off your curves but you don’t overly flaunt what you got. Tonight though you are having a harder time wanting to keep your clothes on.

“Babe, one word,” you climb on his lap and straddle him. “Strip. Poker.”

“I think that’s two words, but no.” Tony cautiously buttons up your shirt. He doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation you will most likely regret later.

“But babe you love strippers…” you ease yourself off of him. “Unless, it’s me you don’t love.”

             Reaching for you, Tony takes one of your hands in his. With his other hand he slightly brushes his fingertips over the length of your arm, slightly diverging to your waist. Wrapping his arms around you in a hold you feel your breath catch in your throat. Feeling his hand transfer onto your lower back, a tingling sensation follows as his hands wrap around your waist.

“I do love you, (Y/N).” Pressing a kiss to your temple.

             In the car you must have blacked out because you don’t remember getting into this bed. Looking around you see a small couch where Gabby and Carson are passed out on. Where the hell am I? You ask yourself. Trying to remember the last thing you could and Happy comes to mind. He said he was taking you to Tony.

             Slowly climbing out of bed you feel a rush of blood run through your head as you grab the bed for balance. Scared that you may pass out, you sit on the bed and place your head between your knees. Reclaiming equilibrium you silently head for the door.

“Fuck… I feel I’ve been hit with a car.” You groan.

             Skimming the next room for another door you find Caroline and Joe on the other couch. Realizing the lights are off, you notice a sliver of light coming from down the hall across from you. Following it you find yourself in the kitchen.

“Smoothie?” An all too familiar voice fills the room. “Good for a hangover.”

             Tony stands next to the blender filled with whatever he calls a hangover smoothie. Honestly you would drink anything that is not alcohol at this point but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You remember calling him but you never imagined that you would see him.