Tony Stark (cutsthewire) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-07-10 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, julia wicker, tony stark / iron man (mcu) |
WHO: Tony Stark & Julia Wicker
WHAT: Michael grants Julia with an excellent ass day. Tony is understandably distracted during fight training.
WHEN: Monday, July 9
WHERE: The Malibu House
WARNINGS: Quick fluff.
STATUS: Complete in gdocs
Tony did care about Julia’s ability to defend herself in a dangerous situation. He really and truly did. But either the shallow part of his brain had finally succeeded in its claim for dominance, or there was something different about Julia’s posterior. She always looked good, but today was very much a case of “my eyes are up here, Tony,” when it came to her ass. It only made sense for him to show her a thing or two in terms of self-defense. He received fight training back when he was under the watchful eye of Phil Coulson, and had since become rather proficient in the Chinese martial art, Wing Chun. Plus, he had all the necessary equipment. He was certainly more than capable of playing tutor. Except he wasn’t. He was distracted. And he blamed Julia. They were seated on the sofa in the corner of the gym that overlooked the boxing ring where Tony had attempted to show Julia how to go on the offensive from a defensive position, the large yoga mat where he had begun to teach her Wing Chun forms, and the floor to ceiling windows that Tony had programmed to display the view of the Pacific they would be enjoying had they been in Malibu instead of Tumbleweed. “I think maybe that could have gone better.” Probably an understatement. Tony took a drink from the water bottle that was resting on the coffee table beside him. “Though in my defense, it was entirely your fault.” “My fault?” Julia said. She did her best to look shocked, even offended by the accusation. Her mouth hung open just so, mostly to hide the curving corners of her lips. “Not my fault. That is bad. You are bad. No--” she added with a finger point to cut him off, but her smile was only getting more difficult to hide. “--not in a sexy way. In a bad feminist way. My fault?” Julia had turned toward him on the couch, legs curled up beneath her, she stood on her knees as if climbing up on her imaginary soap box. “You’ve left me with no choice. I’m burning these shorts. Never again. You’re banned.” Tony raised his eyebrow cheekily when she called him bad and pretended to look insulted when she cut him off. He ran his hand up the length of her thigh when she stood. “Well, in that case, let me help you out of them.” He slid his hand around to cup the offending part of Julia’s anatomy. “Or am I banned from that too?” “So bad!” she admonished. She wasn’t even trying to hide the smile anymore. Her hand went to his, threatening to remove it from her backside, but kept it still. “We aren’t the only ones in this house, you know.” Sometimes Julia felt a little guilty spending as much time with Tony as she did, but she also didn’t see much of his roommates or his young ward. Still. Julia slowly, almost reluctantly slid Tony’s hand upward to her waist and settled back down onto her legs. “Giant yoga pants,” Julia said. “If you’re so easily distracted…” She smirked. Tony shrugged. “It’s a big house.” As if that would allay her misgivings. He withdrew his hand from its new location and rested it on her knee instead. “It’s never been a problem before.” He thought back to all those times they had run together on the cruise ship when she had been similarly attired. “Something’s different.” “Uh huh,” she said, with a slight roll of her eyes. Which wasn’t to say she hadn’t noticed a difference getting dressed. It just wasn’t something she thought about or enjoyed nearly as much as a casual outside observer. “I still think we can be considerate of your housemates in case they want to use the gym.” Julia leaned in and kissed his bearded face. Her fingers combed through the sides of his face, “I like this though. So when do you want to attempt another lesson?” “You’re not even a little bit concerned? Because I can investigate,” Tony tried one last time. He gave her his most seductive look. He leaned into her hand like a cat arching its back into a pet. “Mmm,” he acknowledged. “Doesn’t make you pine for the OutKast look?” He hummed a few bars of So Fresh, So Clean. “Guess I’ll leave that up to you and your timeline for new giant yoga pants.” Julia conveniently let that first question hang for a moment. “I’m a fan of them all,” she said. If she had a favorite, she wasn’t telling him. She continued running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching with her nails. “I’m teaching tomorrow. Wednesday?” After a pause, Julia circled back to his first offer. “And can you investigate in the shower?” Tony closed his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. He felt more content in that moment than he had in days. “Wednesday’s good. I can do Wednesday.” He cracked one eye open at Julia’s question, then the other. “Most assuredly.” He grinned at her, then looked past her to the shower door beside the sauna. It was switchable glass, meaning that when occupied and the door locked, the glass glazed over for privacy. Naturally, it did not get much use. Tony nodded his head in the direction of the shower. Julia rose from the couch, took Tony by the hand and slowly led him into the shower with a smile. |