She bites into her lips against a grin at the petname, letting out an indignant squeak anyway when he swats at her. "Wow, don't rush me. To think, I was going to get pretty for you." Toni rolls her eyes good-naturedly and spins on her heel to leave him to it. That familiar nervous/exhilirated combo is starting to beat under her chest in the way of her own racing heart. Slipping away from him and up the stairs as quickly as possible is almost a relief so she can try and rein herself in.
When she gets to the master bedroom, JARVIS has already started the shower and she drops her wrecked clothes in a trail to the ensuite bathroom, pulling out her hairtye and letting it bounce across the tile before climbing inside. It's a sweet relief, being enveloped in slightly too hot water, just enough to make her flesh pink from it. She rushes through cursorily washing so she can take a bit of time to shave her legs, feeling strangely self-conscious all of the sudden. She hisses in pain as she accidentally nicks a spot on her knee, sighing as red washes down the drain.
Moving right along and having no time to wash her hair, she sweeps some conditioner through it instead, not bothering to rinse it all the way out so it might tame her wild curls some. She slams the control to turn the showerhead off and leaves a wet trail on her way to her towel, wishing she could stave off the anxiety pulling up under her skin. It's very distracting, and she's already wasted enough time -- she has no idea what to wear.
Rubbing herself dry enough to safely reenter the bedroom, she shivers a bit at the sudden blast of cold air, but braves through it to the walk-in closet. To her appreciative surprise, she finds an outfit already hung up for her behind the door. "Bless you, Pepper Potts," she murmurs to herself as she grabs the clothes, dumping them on the bed before tearing into her lingerie drawer. Even though she's usually not one to go for this stuff, she could honestly use the confidence booster tonight, and she finds it in the form of black lace bootie shorts and a black cotton bra with lace inserts and silk red ribbon joining the two. There's also a tiny red bow on the front of the panties. In a way she can't explain, it makes her feel instantly better to don them and she takes a moment to appreciate herself in the mirror before rushing to don the rest of her clothes.
She runs back into the bathroom and wipes a spot off in the mirror there to get a closer look at her face. The dark troughs under her eyes are a dead giveaway, and she sighs again, quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth; and somehow getting even more water on the floor. Could she be any more of a mess? Toni towels off her face and wraps her still drying hair so it falls over one shoulder, out of her way for the moment as she searches through drawers for her tiny makeup stash. She's bringing out the big guns tonight, in the way of undereye concealer and mascara anyway. Deciding that didn't do enough, she puts on a bit of blush and instantly regrets it. Was that too much? She tries to tone it down with powder and ends up letting out a noise in frustration. She's probably already so late.
Not wanting to leave Pepper waiting any longer, she tears down the stairs as-is, forgetting to do anything with her hair and with her tunic hanging mostly off of one shoulder. Frazzled and wide-eyed as always, she makes her haphazard, clumsy entrance, regretting the heels on these boots too.
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Date: 2017-01-17 01:39 am (UTC)When she gets to the master bedroom, JARVIS has already started the shower and she drops her wrecked clothes in a trail to the ensuite bathroom, pulling out her hairtye and letting it bounce across the tile before climbing inside. It's a sweet relief, being enveloped in slightly too hot water, just enough to make her flesh pink from it. She rushes through cursorily washing so she can take a bit of time to shave her legs, feeling strangely self-conscious all of the sudden. She hisses in pain as she accidentally nicks a spot on her knee, sighing as red washes down the drain.
Moving right along and having no time to wash her hair, she sweeps some conditioner through it instead, not bothering to rinse it all the way out so it might tame her wild curls some. She slams the control to turn the showerhead off and leaves a wet trail on her way to her towel, wishing she could stave off the anxiety pulling up under her skin. It's very distracting, and she's already wasted enough time -- she has no idea what to wear.
Rubbing herself dry enough to safely reenter the bedroom, she shivers a bit at the sudden blast of cold air, but braves through it to the walk-in closet. To her appreciative surprise, she finds an outfit already hung up for her behind the door. "Bless you, Pepper Potts," she murmurs to herself as she grabs the clothes, dumping them on the bed before tearing into her lingerie drawer. Even though she's usually not one to go for this stuff, she could honestly use the confidence booster tonight, and she finds it in the form of black lace bootie shorts and a black cotton bra with lace inserts and silk red ribbon joining the two. There's also a tiny red bow on the front of the panties. In a way she can't explain, it makes her feel instantly better to don them and she takes a moment to appreciate herself in the mirror before rushing to don the rest of her clothes.
She runs back into the bathroom and wipes a spot off in the mirror there to get a closer look at her face. The dark troughs under her eyes are a dead giveaway, and she sighs again, quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth; and somehow getting even more water on the floor. Could she be any more of a mess? Toni towels off her face and wraps her still drying hair so it falls over one shoulder, out of her way for the moment as she searches through drawers for her tiny makeup stash. She's bringing out the big guns tonight, in the way of undereye concealer and mascara anyway. Deciding that didn't do enough, she puts on a bit of blush and instantly regrets it. Was that too much? She tries to tone it down with powder and ends up letting out a noise in frustration. She's probably already so late.
Not wanting to leave Pepper waiting any longer, she tears down the stairs as-is, forgetting to do anything with her hair and with her tunic hanging mostly off of one shoulder. Frazzled and wide-eyed as always, she makes her haphazard, clumsy entrance, regretting the heels on these boots too.