Stark hits "stone"wall (Ironman love story)

Chapter seven

Tony.

She looks so incredibly sexy right now, I swear I would do her on this beach. The way my jacket looks on her, oh man. Take it slow, Tony, you want this one to last you a while. That's it! I've decided, it's final; I will have Emma Stone to call my own.

I laid down on the beach next to her, the waves and the distance music were the only noises I could hear.

I turned my head towards her, "Please look at me in the eyes."

She turned her head and did so, "What? Trying to lull me to sleep by the famous 'look me in the eyes' gag? Besides being a genius, playboy, billionaire, you're a vampire too? Sweet!"

"Just look me in the eyes."

"Okay, I'm looking you in the eyes. Now what?"

"Shush."

"Don't you shush me."

"I just did."

"Don't you shush me."

I put my finger to my lips and slowly 'shushed' her.

Emma.

I couldn't take it anymore. I know he couldn't either but he was still waiting for me to make the first move. So, I did. Slowly, I started to lean in. He copied my movement and fluently he caught my lips with his own.

It was seriously electrifying. His lips were warm, mine were frozen; as they say, opposites attract. I dropped my beer behind me and rolled over him. His hands were on my hips and mine were on his cheek and palm on the ground behind his head holding myself up.

His tongue grazed my lips and I opened them, eagerly accepting. I haven't had this feeling since my first make-out, in seventh grade with this boy named Tyler. But then it was still awkward. This was new, slow, and intense.

He rolled me over, tossing his beer away, and intensifying the kiss even more if that's possible. Slowly, we broke apart to get air, and put our foreheads together. He smiled.

"I've known you for almost seventeen hours and you've made me feel more than I've felt in my whole life. I would like to take you out tomorrow on a date." He whispered absolutely dead serious.

I leaned up and kissed him. He broke away after a minute and stared at me questionably, "Is that a yes...?"

I laughed, "We'll see what works out, Stark."

He gave a boyish grin and caught my lips with his again.

Andy.

Justin and I sat on a log around the large bonfire, cuddling under a dinky little blanket.

I whispered over at him, both of us were staring obsessing into the flames. "Hey, Jus?"

He mumbled, "Mmm?"

"You think Tony likes Emma?"

"Duh. Are you blind? Babe, I think you're losing your relationship foreseeing skills."

I rolled my eyes and made him tear his gaze from the fire to look at me. "Seriously, Justin. You're a guy, you were talking to him. We can't let anything happen to Em again."

He sighed and gave me a peck, "Trust me, Andy. I may not look or act so tough, but I can pull a mean punch just in case someone messes with either of my girls."

I laughed, "God, you make yourself sound like such a big pimp."

He grinned cutely, "Maybe I am a pimp."

"I'm your pimp, bitch!" We laughed and kissed. I spotted two figures walking back behind my boyfriend and gasped. "Justin, check it!"

He turned and chuckled, "Maybe you haven't lost your skills just yet."

One figure was a bit taller than the other with tousled hair, a white tee, and dress pants while the other had a dress on, long blonde hair, and a leather jacket on. Both linked together by hands holding each other.

I sing songed to Justin, "Tony and Emma sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g."

Justin did his sexy British snort and corrected me, "Yeah, more like 'Tony and Emma lying in a tree, f-u- c-k-i-n-g."

I laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder. But something egged the back of my mind. Tony better not use Emma or I'll personally skin his rich ass alive.