I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 106 The Dress and the Party

Next Day

"Ugh, none of these are gonna work," I growled to myself while I tried on the numerous dresses I bought for the party. Most of them fit, but didn't make me feel comfortable, and the one I did like was too tight up top, one wrong move and my breasts would give everyone a show, "stupid boobs.."
A loud snort sounded behind me, and I quickly turned around as Tony undid his tie, "did I just hear you utter stupid boobs?"
"Yep..I don't think I have the right chest for evening wear," I sighed, and looked at myself in the mirror.
"I happen to like your chest, and that dress looks.. it looks great," he stuttered, and sent me a lewd smile, "you can wear it here at home, if you want," he chided, while I slipped the dress over my head.
"I'll keep that in mind, but I'm freaking out right now. None of these are gonna work, and I have a hair appointment in an hour. I'm not gonna have time to find something suitable.." I chattered, noticing Tony's eyes following my barely clad body, "and don't look at me like that, I don't have time for sex right now.." Although my skin was covered in goosebumps, and flushed with heat.
"Pfff, there's always time for sex babe," he snickered and came up behind me. His fingers brushed against my bare legs and ass, making me shiver, "and you seem to have forgotten I found a dress for you already," his breath warmed my neck, and I leaned back against him.

I woke up this morning in a tangle of sheets, and Tony, in fact my chest was a little achy due to that fact Tony had stayed glued to my body throughout the night. I didn't mind it, and I was happy he'd finally slept more than a few hours. When he finally woke up, his demeanor was cheery, and his shoulders weren't holding the constant strain they normally did.
I was actually glad we had our conversation last night, and I was thankful Tony finally decided to share his unease. It gave me perspective about, not only his problems, but my own, and a path to hopefully move forward with us. I understood our relationship was different, but that's how it was supposed to be. I wasn't Pep, his father, mother, or even Cap. It wasn't my job to fix whatever bad things he though about himself, it was my job to love him in spite of those things, which I did, I have, for a long time. Neither of us had, what could be considered stable romantic relationships, I mean he did with Pep for awhile, but that didn't mean we couldn't have one with each other. He meant the world to me, and I was beginning to finally believe that I meant the world to him.

"Actually I did forget, and like I asked before, when did you have time to shop?" I sighed, as his hands slipped around my bare waist, and toyed with the waistband of my panties.
"Here," he mumbled against my neck, and pushed a button. The clothes in his huge closet began to shuffle to the left, displaying numerous suits, slacks, and shoes. It reminded me of his closet in Malibu, but my mouth dropped open in amazement. It took a full minute for his clothes to shuffle through, and by the time he got to where he wanted it too, my thong was on the floor.
"Honey, I wasn't joking about my hair appointment," I stammered through short breaths, and without conviction.
"I'll get you to your hair appointment, but seeing my beautiful woman in a thong, well, has my imagination running wild," he growled, and reached over my shoulder to grab a dry cleaners bag off the rack. His arms brushed against my breasts, and I squeezed my bare thighs together, trying to alleviate the tingles, "open it."
"Yah, cause my focus is on whatever's in that damn bag," I hissed, but held the white bag in my shakey hands.
He snickered and slowly unlatched my bra, and cupped my sensitive breasts.
"C'mon open it," he encouraged gruffly, and tossed his t-shirt next to my underwear. His hands roamed around my body, lighting me on fire.
In seconds I dropped the bag, and turned around.
"Later," I mused, and slammed my lips over his.
"I really wanted you to see what's in the bag," he stammered, but pushed me back against his dresser, and hiked up my legs.
"You started this," I purred, and rubbed myself against his tented slacks.
"Then I guess I better finish it," he moaned, and carried me to his bed, "wouldn't want you to miss your hair appointment.."
"Oh fuck my hair appointment," I growled, and gave myself to his warmth.