Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart

Chapter 7

Rhody didn't stay long the next day, insisting he had to get back to work, so it ended up just being Tony and me after breakfast. 

"So, the only meetings I have today are ones I don't care about; was there anything you wanted to do that you've not done yet?" Tony asked, making me pause thoughtfully.

"Not really, I think I've done just about everything I wanted. Can you think of anything to do around here we've not already done yet?" I questioned. 

Tony smirked, swallowing a gulp of coffee.

"Other than a four-day sex marathon with yours truly?" he retorted, and I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Tempting, but I'd like to attempt a tan before I leave," I joked, glancing down at my still-pale arms.

"The beach, then?" Tony suggested. "Or shopping, or... I have a pool?" 

I smiled at the last suggestion, finishing my coffee.

"Pool sounds good. I don't think I should be allowed anywhere near shops; my suitcase is full enough as it is," I said with a wry smile. "But I don't have any swim shorts with me." 

Tony rolled his eyes, giving me a look.

"You're not going to need swim shorts, green eyes."

And that was how I swam naked in a private swimming pool with Tony Stark. I didn't know whether it was a help or a hindrance that Tony was also naked; it made me feel a little less self-conscious that I wasn't the only one in the nude, but Tony's hands were making me want to say sod the tan and drag him back inside for that sex marathon. The billionaire just couldn't keep to himself and I had given up trying to push him away. The only problem was that Tony wasn't following through, the bastard. I was ready to kill him the way he'd get me all riled up before casually swimming away, a smug smirk on his lips. 

"God, Tony, you going to kill me," I groaned, glaring at the older man. 

Tony laughed.

"I'm just saying; we could be having sex now, but we're not. That to me seems like some very poor time management," he replied, attempting to look innocent. Harry huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Ten more minutes, then all the sex you want, I promise," I assured, watching Tony's catlike grin widen. 

I'd have wanted to get out soon, anyway; the sun was getting to me, and my fingers were getting a little pruney.

"Music to my ears, green eyes," Tony told me, swimming over smoothly to drape an arm around my shoulders. He pressed a kiss to my jaw, then smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Bet you can't catch me." 

Before I could respond, he rocketed off towards the other end of the pool. I laughed, diving underwater and swimming after him, smirking. It was so on.

.-.-.

When even Tony got too tired for sex, we had a nap for two hours before waking up in search of food. Upon finding nothing but beer and pudding cups in Tony's fridge — I didn't ask — they decided that ordering takeout would be the best option and wandered down to the workshop to eat it. Tony was an expert at multitasking; catching up with Pepper about the meetings he'd skipped out on, dismantling a circuit board, and stealing food from my plate all at the same time without even blinking. Harry didn't mind the food-stealing, really; there was too much for me to eat anyway. I happily listened to Tony discuss business with Pepper, not paying much attention. Almost all of Tony's business talk went over my head, the technology being more complex than anything I'd seen before.

Pepper stayed over in the spare bedroom that was usually reserved for her, and I didn't protest when Tony dragged me back to his bedroom, a lecherous expression on his face despite Pepper telling him to get some real sleep before a long day of meetings. I wouldn't complain; my time with Tony was quickly running out.