Kodak Moments (Tony X Reader)

It was nighttime in New York, although the city was still bustling with life, Stark Tower was quite. The room was dark, besides the glow of the Arc Reactor. The windows were open to allow the chilly winter air inside. You had fallen asleep some time ago but were awoken when nature called. You didn't want to get out of bed, so you curled into the lush comforter more, closing your eyes again.

15 minutes later, your eyes popped open and you mentally groaned. You took note that the bathroom wasn't very far from the bed. Reluctantly, you sat up and swung your legs over the side, hissing when the cold wood floors came in contact with your bare feet.

Your boyfriend, who had been doing work on his tablet, raised and eyebrow in your direction. He watched amused and somewhat confused as you sprinted to the bathroom. Emerging a bit later, you ran back and dove under the covers, wiggling your way up to Tony so you could press close to his body, sighing contently as his warmth surrounded you.

He chuckled and put down his tablet, wrapping his arms around you and tangling his legs with yours. You smiled and buried your face into his neck as he pulled the blankets over you.

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Tony woke up the next morning to an empty bed. He frowned and patted his hand over the cold sheets as if you were hiding somewhere. The bathroom door opened and you stepped out, toothbrush in mouth and wearing one of Tony's dress shirts.

It came up to the top of your things, the sleeves stopping at your knuckles. Tony enjoyed the peak of skin when you bent over to spit the mint suds from your mouth. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer." You teased as you brushed your hair.

"This is definitely a Kodak moment." He replied with a smirk, crooking his finger at you. "I'm not getting back in bed Tony." You informed, walking back into the room to get dressed. "Why not?" He whined. "Because I'll never leave." You responded, standing on your tiptoes to reach one of Tony's hoodies from the closet.

A well defined arm reached up to grab the sweatshirt and placed it in your hands before wrapping around you. "Who says it's a bad thing?" Tony purred. You swatted his arm playfully, "my job does."

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You were curled up on the couch reading a book when Storm Song began playing through the speakers. Since it was completely normal for random things like this to happen, you went back to reading, not even looking up when Tony appeared in front of you, wearing a fine tailored suit.

You book was plucked from your grasp. Tony quickly doggy ear'd the page and tossed it aside, before grabbing your hand and pulling up flush against his chest. He wrapped his arm around your back and you smiled in amusement. "If you wanted to dance, you could have just asked." You informed, receiving a chuckle and a chaste kiss to your hand.

You placed your free hand on Tony's shoulder and glided across the floor with him. He leaned closed and sang softly into your ear.

"I'll send a storm, you capture your heart, and bring you home."