She felt the strength of his fingers as they settled against her hip, hard and firm right above the curve of the bone and against his lips he could feel the softest sound of whimper. Her kiss grew bolder and more confident with the passing seconds, the fingers of her right hand moving to run back through his soft, thick hair and moving to hold against the back of his scalp. All thoughts were gone from her now. She couldn't register anything (which was probably good, because she knew they'd be berating her and chastising letting herself become vulnerable enough to be led into this position). The only thing she was aware of was his tongue as it slipped so carefully against hers and the feel of his larger hands against her body.
Even when he began to shift his position, she found herself unwilling to pull away. Instead, for once in her life, she submitted to his silent bidding without protest or argument. Her body moved as she allowed him to guide her to guide her long legs on either side of his waist, settling in the warmth of his lap as he pulled her tighter into him. She reveled in the feeling of his body as her back arched, allowing not the first sliver of light between the two of them.
Small, delicate hands that had once reached inside of his chest and rather literally pulled his heart out now slid down that expanse of firm muscular physique. Her touch was gentle and perhaps a little sad, silently begging for his forgiveness for the strikes and blows she'd let fall there.
Her lips found their way back along his jaw as he parted long enough to murmur his words. Her sorrowful sigh whispered against his ear in a warm breath.
"We don't have a choice, Tony," she said in a voice so quiet that, had her lips not been currently placing small kissed along the underside of his jaw, he might have missed it.