Tony gently tugged on one of her arms, pulling her into his lap and pressing his lips against her neck. "Hey. You never have to ask."
For a long second, he just took in her perfume, the weight of her on his lap, the way his arms fit so perfectly around her waist. Dammit, why hadn't they figured this out ten years ago? Eh, it probably would have worked before Iron Man. He'd always rationalized it that way; she had to wait for him to grow up.