He leans back into her hand as their eyes meet, moving his lips against her fingertips. He knows he doesn't deserve her; hasn't for the last twenty years. Won't for the next fifty. He doesn't care, he loves her with every fibre of his being. She's his other half; his better half in every sense of the term.

Taking the lace in hand before it can get trapped between her shoe and his leg, Tony brings it to his face and inhales deeply of her scent. Musky, but sweet. Pepper in her purest essence. Reverently, he sets them aside before giving this foot the same treatment. He undoes the buckles, kisses the top and drags his tongue across the arch, before gently taking her big toe past his lips and giving light suction. He looks up at her again, expecting her to laugh maybe, he's not sure; but he's ready to pull away should she make a sudden movement.