sextin' and etc.

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the sexting + phone sex meme

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[ironism]

not the way to your heart? what do you want? a selfie?

[dominates]

[ that's the sound of the door unlocking. ]

beer in the fridge.

[ironism]

Got it. ( beer, wine. all the good stuff. the moment donna unlocks the door, tony opens it and wheels the food cart in. yep. a fancy little food cart. what? he hasn't got enough hands. )

Hey, babe. Looking good. ( he, on the other hand—dislocated shoulder, bruises, a hole in his chest—but he's feeling alright. he's alive. and he's home. finally. )

[dominates]

[ donna surveys him from the other side of her bed, taking note of his injuries. face, shoulder, arm—she's admittedly surprised he's still alive after all of that. ]

And you look like shit. [ understatement of the year. he did spend lots of time with a terrorist group, so. ] You sure you're bringing me sushi than your doctor?

[ironism]

( so, they're eating in bed? good choice. he'll just pick up one of the sushi trays and hand it over to her with a smile, followed by the two bottles of beer. and then tony will set his own tray down on the bedside table before hopping into bed.

ouch. wincing. that hurts. ow. he turns his head to look at her. )

Fluff up my pillows?

[dominates]

[ ... wow, just. wow.

occupying her bed without asking for permission? what did she expect from tony "i have no sense of personal space" stark? donna inwardly sighs, setting the tray down on the comforter. ]

Get off my bed, then.

[ironism]

Can't. It's too comfortable. ( he sits up on his own to lean back against her pillows before reaching for the chopsticks; expertly lifting one sushi up before offering it to donna. )

You're wondering why I'm here of all places. Don't. I'm here. End of story.

[dominates]

[ last time she accepted something he was offering, she ended up in his bed. so no, thank you, not this time. donna picks up her own sushi and puts it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. she also leans back against her pillows on the other side of tony, looking at the wall in front and putting her plate of sushi between the two of them. ]

Why are you here? [ she honestly wants to know. ] Were you looking for a rehash of that night?

[ironism]

( despite her rejecting the offered sushi, he lets out a little satisfied smirk when donna pops a piece of sushi in her mouth; one of her own choosing—of course. it's not like he doesn't already know that she isn't exactly like any of the other women he's gotten into bed with before. he knows exactly what he's getting into with this one. )

A rehash of that night would mean having two good arms. ( what was it they did? it went on for hours. something like a marathon. ) No. I'm just here because I told myself that if I got out alive that I was going to have dinner with that gorgeous girl. The one with the ridiculously big, attractive... eyes. You.

[dominates]

[ time to roll those ridiculously big, attractive eyes as donna takes another piece from her plate. he's not a businessman for nothing. he knows what to say and when to say it, which would get the biggest reaction and in turn, haul the biggest profit.

amusedly, ] That's a very genetic description. [ she didn't know it matched her too? after all, tony stark is well known for his weapons and his affairs. ] How many girls have you had dinner with already?