His pulse quickens and his brain short circuits when she pushes him down, but he goes without a single hesitation. Yes, he thinks, this is his proper place. Under her, for real, at long last. A shiver traces up his spine at her utterance, ready to brush off her single moment of insecurity for what it was -- until she speaks up again.

Tony freezes, his hand had somehow settled at her waist in the move. His eyes are wide for a second, but then they draw in as understanding dawns. "Nothing about you could ever be disappointing," he says, such an instant reaction it couldn't have ever been rehearsed. Not that anything he says to her ever is. "If anything..." He's the disappointing one, but he can't get the words out, looking up at her in silent awe. She's so gorgeous from this position he can barely stand it.

"I want you to get everything you want," he says after a long pause, as if amending his aborted statement. If she wants him, then she has him, no holds barred. He can only hope she knows what she's getting into there.