[ She moans, long and low, at the way he sinks into her. It's basically pornographic because, okay, Steve, again with the awesome dick, and her hand curls around the back of his neck as she tries to draw him even closer.

Weirdly enough — Tony's not big on the eye-contact thing, even less on the slow and steady wins the race thing — it's not really that bad. Virgin. Right. But virgin with the awesome refractory period? Way better. She keeps making these high-pitched noises, a little filthy and sometimes on the end of a hiccup when his mouth is hot against her neck, her skin, lighting her up from the inside out. It's good that Tony likes adrenaline and heights and fighting, otherwise sex would be her vice of choice — and it was, before Afghanistan. That and heroin, anyway.

It's a smooth push in, and it's that feeling of being stretched open, thick and solid and already Tony's trying not to move. She's about to stuff a knuckle into her own mouth so she won't say something that sounds a lot like begging, but then she flinches a little, her hand at his chest again. ]

Hey, Steve? Put your weight on your elbows a little— [ It doesn't hurt, but it's- a thing, with the arc reactor in her chest. ] —too close and my nightlight gets a little uncomfortable.