Post by Alison on Jan 1, 2012 21:36:02 GMT -5
Ah, new day, new morning.
"Good morning Tony..."
A whisper into his ear, before she blew in it.
Oh yes. Tony could hold back a grin. He spent the night with the wizarding pagent winner, Miss Wizarding World. Yup. Victoria Fordham. Gorgeous, tall blonde, and tanned. His favorite things. She also was a vixen in bed, he had to admit. He chuckled into his pillow when he felt hands on his back, massaging him.
This was his life.
Millionaire, billionaire, trillionaire. The leading spell inventor....
Drum roll please....
"TONY STARK!"
UH oh. Assistant. Pepper Potts. she was gorgeous to boot as well. But she was like an older sister or a mother to him. And she thought the same way with him. No attraction there. An affronted gasp was heard from the blonde that was sitting ontop of him, giving him a massage. "And who are you?" Victoria gasped.
Tony could just hear Pepper narrow her eyes at the blonde. "I'm Tony's assistant, and I'm here to take out the trash." She said sweetly, but Tony knew that she was hiding back a snide remark after it. Please don't. Tony begged in his mind. He liked this blonde. He wanted to keep her. Well, in his bed at least. The blonde huffed and got off of Tony and got off his bed to retrieve her clothes. She went into the bathroom to change.
Tony didn't bother to look up from his spot on the bed. He liked the bed too much. And his pillow. The blonde whined, "Tonyy Aren't you going to see me out?" Victoria said, looking over at him, as Pepper stood in the doorway unabashed at his behavior. Tony merely raised his arm and waved his hand towards her, as if saying goodbye. Offended Victoria gave a loud shriek and stomped her way to the front door of his townhouse flat and left on the busy streets of London.
Yup. Tony doesn't live in a mansion. It was a four story townhouse, in London. Sure, many people did know where he lived, but most of the time, he had his house hidden ala the Fidelius Charm. Thank his dad who had a friend named Robert Fidelius who liked to keep many secrets. It was unplottable and his 23 Bourbon Street on London was unknown to muggles and wizards alike.
"Tony, I received a letter for you." Pepper said, walking into his room. Tony groaned and turned onto his other side. "If its a fan letter, put it with the others." He replied. Pepper smiled gently. "It's not. It's Vanessa Cole's response to your letter. Reply back" At that Tony sat up, the blankets falling from his bare chest to his lap. He looked over at her tiredly and took the parchment and quill from her. He opened the parchment and read.
And as soon as five o'clock rolled around, Tony was walking down the streets of Diagon Alley, sans his moustache and goatee because of a disguise charm, wearing a normal black t-shirt, blue jeans, a leather jacket, and black sneakers. He also had a hat ontop of his head, hiding his face from view. He sat at the countertop of the Greek café called The Gothic Gyro, and waited for his lovely competition.
"Good morning Tony..."
A whisper into his ear, before she blew in it.
Oh yes. Tony could hold back a grin. He spent the night with the wizarding pagent winner, Miss Wizarding World. Yup. Victoria Fordham. Gorgeous, tall blonde, and tanned. His favorite things. She also was a vixen in bed, he had to admit. He chuckled into his pillow when he felt hands on his back, massaging him.
This was his life.
Millionaire, billionaire, trillionaire. The leading spell inventor....
Drum roll please....
"TONY STARK!"
UH oh. Assistant. Pepper Potts. she was gorgeous to boot as well. But she was like an older sister or a mother to him. And she thought the same way with him. No attraction there. An affronted gasp was heard from the blonde that was sitting ontop of him, giving him a massage. "And who are you?" Victoria gasped.
Tony could just hear Pepper narrow her eyes at the blonde. "I'm Tony's assistant, and I'm here to take out the trash." She said sweetly, but Tony knew that she was hiding back a snide remark after it. Please don't. Tony begged in his mind. He liked this blonde. He wanted to keep her. Well, in his bed at least. The blonde huffed and got off of Tony and got off his bed to retrieve her clothes. She went into the bathroom to change.
Tony didn't bother to look up from his spot on the bed. He liked the bed too much. And his pillow. The blonde whined, "Tonyy Aren't you going to see me out?" Victoria said, looking over at him, as Pepper stood in the doorway unabashed at his behavior. Tony merely raised his arm and waved his hand towards her, as if saying goodbye. Offended Victoria gave a loud shriek and stomped her way to the front door of his townhouse flat and left on the busy streets of London.
Yup. Tony doesn't live in a mansion. It was a four story townhouse, in London. Sure, many people did know where he lived, but most of the time, he had his house hidden ala the Fidelius Charm. Thank his dad who had a friend named Robert Fidelius who liked to keep many secrets. It was unplottable and his 23 Bourbon Street on London was unknown to muggles and wizards alike.
"Tony, I received a letter for you." Pepper said, walking into his room. Tony groaned and turned onto his other side. "If its a fan letter, put it with the others." He replied. Pepper smiled gently. "It's not. It's Vanessa Cole's response to your letter. Reply back" At that Tony sat up, the blankets falling from his bare chest to his lap. He looked over at her tiredly and took the parchment and quill from her. He opened the parchment and read.
And as soon as five o'clock rolled around, Tony was walking down the streets of Diagon Alley, sans his moustache and goatee because of a disguise charm, wearing a normal black t-shirt, blue jeans, a leather jacket, and black sneakers. He also had a hat ontop of his head, hiding his face from view. He sat at the countertop of the Greek café called The Gothic Gyro, and waited for his lovely competition.