trained on the New York sky line, he doesn’t hear you step into the room,
lights dimmed, the party raging on in the ballroom couple of floors down. It’s
been a hell of a week of shocks and almost losses. You can’t believe the two of
you made it to tonight, the last one of 2016, and together no less. Holding
back the snort which wants to let loose, but right now you don’t want to
disturb the peace that’s settled or the man who’s filled your heart with such
love and joy.
think less than a week ago he’s at death’s door and now he stands, one hand
resting on the cool glass of Stark Tower the other hanging at his side, back
slightly bent forward as if he’s searching for something. Instead you take the
time to truly look at him, dressed in a pair of fitted black dress pants that
hug an ass you can’t help but want to squeeze, tailored white long sleeved
button shirt, sky blue tie that you know has been loosened as the sleeves have
been rolled up exposed the tanned, muscular forearms. You wonder what’s going
through his mind right now, if he’s troubled about something since you could
see the tense set of his shoulders. Free hand slipping into those dress pants
to fiddle with something.
against the door jam of the borrowed room, hands clasp over your tummy, jeweled
embellishments abrading the palms of your hands, as navy blue chiffon bellowed
around you softly. You mind going back to Christmas Day.
Notes: There isn’t any smut in this part, sorry to disappoint the perverts, but it’s still marked smut because the series itself has smut, and there will eventually be smut, don’t worry. Thanks to my hoe’s for helping out and reading it over. Tip: It’s good to have friends to take a second look, they can usually pick out things you can’t or suggest things.