Mystique woke up slowly, stretching her arms high above her head with a long, lazy yawn.
Sunlight slipped through the half-open curtains and painted warm stripes across the bed.
Yesterday still lingered in her body like a sweet ache. The spa had melted every knot in her muscles, the sauna left her skin flushed and tingling, and then came lunch, the comedy club where they laughed until their sides hurt, that quick, hungry sex in the parking lot with the car windows fogging up, dinner with too much wine, and finally tumbling back here for round two, three, maybe four. Perfect didn't even cover it.
She rolled onto her side and propped her head on one hand, watching Tony sleep. His hair stuck up in messy tufts, mouth slightly open, one arm flung across the pillow. Even asleep, he looked smug. She smiled.
Her fingers moved over, tracing the line of his shoulder, down his arm, light enough not to wake him yet. She could still feel the ghost of his hands gripping her hips last night, the way he groaned her name against her throat when they came together, and when he whispered, "I love you." That part made her chest feel warm.
Tony stirred, eyes cracking open. He blinked at her a couple of times, then that slow, sleepy grin spread across his face.
"Morning, gorgeous," he mumbled, voice rough from sleep. "You watching me creepily again?"
"Caught me," she said, scooting closer until their legs tangled under the sheet. "You drool when you sleep, by the way. Very attractive."
"Lies. I look distinguished." He stretched, joints popping, then hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her on top of him in one smooth move. "Besides, you're the one staring. What do you want, a signed photo?"
She laughed low and settled her weight across his chest, chin resting on her folded hands. "Maybe I just like the view."
His hands slid down her back, lazy circles over her spine. "Flattery will get you everywhere. You sore from yesterday?"
"A little." She rocked her hips once, teasing. "Worth it."
"Damn right." He lifted his head up and kissed her, slow at first, then deeper when she opened for him. When they broke apart he was breathing harder. "So. Plans for today, or should we just stay here and ruin the sheets again?"
Mystique grinned against his mouth, then pulled back just enough to look at him.
"Stay here and ruin the sheets again sounds tempting as hell," she said. "But if we do that, we'll miss breakfast, and I'm starving. You fucked all the energy right out of me."
Tony chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into hers. His fingers kept moving along her back, dipping lower to rest possessively on the curve of her ass. "I can think of a few ways to recharge you. Starting with my tongue between your legs."
She rolled her eyes, but the heat pooling low in her belly gave her away. "You're impossible. We just went four rounds. Give a girl a minute to recover."
"Four? I counted five." He smirked, proud of himself. "But fine. Breakfast first. Then we come back here and I make you scream my name again. Deal?"
"Deal." She leaned down and kissed him once more, soft and lingering this time. Her tongue brushed his just enough to make him groan quietly. When she pulled away, his eyes had gone dark with want.
He flipped them over so she landed on her back with a surprised laugh. Tony hovered above her, forearms braced on either side of her head. "You know what I love most about mornings with you?"
She raised an eyebrow, playing along. "My stunning personality?"
"That too." He dropped his head and kissed the spot just below her ear, the one that always made her shiver. "But mostly the way you look right after I kiss you stupid. Lips swollen, eyes half-lidded, completely wrecked. It's my favorite view."
Mystique slid her hands up into his hair and tugged lightly. "Keep talking like that and breakfast is going to wait a long damn time."
"Good." He kissed her again, harder this time, all teeth and tongue and heat. She arched up into him, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. His cock was already half-hard against her thigh, pressing insistently.
She broke the kiss to catch her breath. "Tony."
"Yeah?" His voice came out rough, distracted as he nipped at her collarbone.
"Food. Then sex. I need fuel if you're planning to wreck me again."
He lifted his head and looked down at her with that cocky little grin she secretly adored. "Fine. But only because I want you strong enough to ride me later without tapping out."
She shoved at his shoulder, laughing. "Get off me, you animal. Shower first. You smell like sex and sweat."
"You love it." He rolled off her anyway, stretching again as he stood up beside the bed. Naked, shameless, and still watching her like she was the best thing he'd ever seen.
Mystique propped herself on her elbows and let her gaze roam over him slowly. "Yeah. I really do."
He held out a hand. "Come on, gorgeous. Shower, food, then back to bed. We've got all day to make more memories."
She took his hand and let him pull her up. Their bodies pressed together for one long moment, skin on skin, hearts beating close. Then she kissed him quick and dirty before stepping back.
"Race you to the bathroom," she said as she pushed him on the bed, already moving. "Loser makes coffee."
Tony cursed under his breath and chased after her, both of them laughing like idiots the whole way.
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The bathroom filled with steam as they showered together, hands wandering more than necessary under the hot spray. Tony soaped her back while she scrubbed his chest, both of them laughing when suds got in their eyes. By the time they stepped out, towels forgotten on the rack, the morning felt lazy and perfect.
They went straight to the kitchen... naked.
Mystique's blue form moved with easy grace as she opened the fridge. Tony came up behind her, pressed his front to her back, and rested his chin on her shoulder to peer inside.
'God, she looks good like this. Naked, relaxed, mine.' He slid one hand around her waist, fingers splaying across her stomach.
"Pick your poison," she said, voice light. "Eggs, bacon, or me?"
He nipped at her earlobe. "Tempting. But I want to feed you first. Keep your strength up for later."
She snorted and grabbed the carton of eggs, then bumped her hip back against him playfully. "You're such a romantic."
"Damn straight." He gave her ass a quick, firm spank that made her yelp and spin around to face him.
"Hey!" She rubbed the spot, grinning. "Warn a girl."
"Where's the fun in that?" He caught her wrist, tugged her close, and kissed her hard. She melted into it immediately, free hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck. When they parted, both breathing a little faster, he murmured against her lips, "You taste like toothpaste and trouble."
"Good combination." She kissed him again, slower this time, tongue teasing his until he groaned low in his throat.
'Fuck, I could do this all day. Just her mouth on mine, her body pressed up like this.' Tony broke away reluctantly and turned to grab a pan from the lower cabinet. "Sit. Or stand. Or bend over the counter. Your choice. But I'm cooking."
Mystique hopped up to sit on the island, legs dangling, watching him with hungry eyes. "Bossy. I like it."
He smirked over his shoulder as he cracked eggs into a bowl. "You like everything I do."
"Mostly." She reached out and gave his ass a light smack when he bent to grab the spatula. "Payback."
He straightened fast, spun, and pinned her thighs apart with his hips. "Careful, gorgeous. Keep that up and breakfast burns."
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him flush against her. "Then make it quick."
Tony kissed her again, deep and dirty, one hand sliding up to cup her breast while the other braced on the counter beside her. She arched into his touch, fingers digging into his shoulders. When he pulled back, her lips were red and slick.
"Whisk the eggs," she ordered, voice husky. "Before I drag you back to bed."
"Yes ma'am." He stepped back with visible effort, adjusted himself shamelessly, and went back to cooking.
Mystique stayed perched there, legs swinging, stealing glances at the way his muscles moved under his skin as he worked. 'He looks ridiculous and perfect at the same time. Naked in the kitchen, making me breakfast... Teasing me wet... I could get used to this.'
She slid off the counter quietly and came up behind him this time. Her arms wrapped around his waist, breasts pressing into his back, chin on his shoulder. One hand drifted lower, fingers brushing his cock in a slow, teasing stroke.
Tony sucked in a breath. "You're playing with fire."
"Good thing I like getting burned." She kissed the side of his neck.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang...
"You expecting anyone?" He asked.
"No," She pulled back.
"Who is it, Hermes?" Tony asked the AI.
"It's Miss. Susan," Hermes replied.
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