It seems to me, that love could be labelled poison and we'd drink it anyways.
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PART I
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"And what does that mean?" A teasing smirk was already plastered on her face, infuriating her boyfriend.
Tony Stark simply grunted in response, still typing continuously on his overly advanced computer.
Stifling her laughter, she massaged his shoulder gently, earning a pleased moan from him.
"If I didn't know better, I would say that you were jealous," her lips were mere inches from his air.
Her breath hitting his neck, smattering goosebumps everywhere.
"Good thing you know better then huh?" Leaning back slightly, his eyes went back and forth over her face, studying her.
"You have nothing to worry about, Tony. Jace is just simply my partner at work, and my friend. Nothing more, nothing less," she couldn't help but assure the billionaire, and by the way his shoulders relaxed she could tell that this was exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Pepper's waiting on us upstairs. Dinner's ready," landing a kiss on his cheek, she was about to walk out of the lab, when he gripped her arm.
"She can wait," his eyes had a mischievous glint in them, and right then and there she knew what he wanted.
"Ton-y," it was supposed to come out as a warning, but with the way he was gripping her butt, it definitely came out as a moan.
A loud one at that.
"Seriously we need to-" she was interrupted when he ripped off her blouse, and eyed her up and down with a smirk.
"Fuck it, fine," with that being said, she slammed her lips on his, and let's just say they didn't exactly make it to dinner that night.
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Sleeping.
He was sleeping, and she was watching.
Not creepy at all.
She couldn't recall when was the last time she saw him sleep, but she was sure that he hadn't slept in days, maybe even weeks.
The sheets barely covered his waist, and she couldn't help but trail her eyes all over his sleeping figure.
Wondering how she got so lucky, wondering how someone like her ended up with someone amazing as him.
His lips were slightly parted, his head leaning on his hand, and the other hand was wrapped around her waist, keeping her fixed in place.
Not that she wanted to move, not now anyway.
Her hand slowly stroked his soft hair, soothing him even in his sleep.
Nuzzling his face between her neck and her shoulder, he nodded, urging her to continue, and she wondered if he was actually awake.
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Evelyn • Tony Stark
Fanfiction❛❛I just don't want you to leave even though I gave you reasons to.❜❜ She grew up with him. She befriended him. She cared for him. She showed him what it felt like to be happy. She loved him. And he ruined her relentlessly...
