ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Encouraged by her body's reaction, though he's still at the edge of waking himself, Tony's calloused fingers rub over her shirt over the sheet they'd become hopelessly tangled in, humming contentedly into her ear as her nipple tightens up even further by his touch. If he had even the vaguest clue of what he was doing right now he'd be horrified, but as it is, his thigh works between her legs, gently trying to encourage her to react in other ways. His lips touch her throat softly, mouthing not-quite-kisses against her skin.