He can feel her chest through their clothes, hoping the arc reactor isn't weird or off-putting for her. But then she's pulling back and he feels immediately bereft even as he works to pull oxygen back into his lungs. "What?" he asks dumbly, rubbing his nose against her face as he tries to gather his thoughts. Or manufacture any to have at all at the moment.
"Yeah, it was," he agrees, already working up to Round 2. Except that this is when the oxygen gets to his brain and reminds him that this is not what they do. Tony leans back a few more breadths, biting into his lip as his thumb works back and forth across her cheek, finding it impossible to break eye contact.
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Date: 2016-02-10 09:58 pm (UTC)"Yeah, it was," he agrees, already working up to Round 2. Except that this is when the oxygen gets to his brain and reminds him that this is not what they do. Tony leans back a few more breadths, biting into his lip as his thumb works back and forth across her cheek, finding it impossible to break eye contact.