Christmas Special! - Tony Stark x Reader - part 1

          Tony Stark took a deep breath before he entered his living room. You were lying down on a couch, reading a book. When he came closer, he noticed the title and his brows rose up in surprise. Quantum mechanics wasn’t something light to read. He knew you were smart, brilliant, and very intelligent and that were the reasons why he hired you several years ago. What he hadn’t seen back then was that your intelligence was equal to your charm and the strong urge to sass him. He didn’t know when you stole his heart, but you did it and you became his whole world, even if he would rather die than admitted to that.

          Your first date ended with a heated make-out session in his car. You didn’t jump into his bed for a very long time while you were dating. It was weird he didn’t quit or that he didn’t insist on having a night of passionate sex after you clearly stated that it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Yes, you fell in love with him very soon after you started to work for him and you wanted to be sure that he loved you too and if it’s not just some kind of short-term crush. If he wanted you, he had to prove to you that his intents are genuine and that he was going to be faithful to you. You knew his reputation, his many one-night stands with beautiful women. You didn’t want to be one of them. You deserved to be happy.

          It wasn’t easy for Tony to get what he wanted. It made him to make big sacrifices, however he had never regretted it. He was aware that you made him a better person, maybe not less reckless and sassy, but definitely more compassionate, responsible and emotional. Only a few people saw him like that and all of them lived in his Tower.

          The biggest of his sacrifices was living in celibacy for several months. You didn’t want to rush anything and you waited for the perfect moment. The funny thing was that Tony was aware of the fact that the first night with you would vividly stay in his memory for the rest of his life.


          Tony shook his head to make the memories disappear and came to the couch, lifting your legs before he sat and put them on his own. You looked at him a bit surprised, putting your book on the floor, and sitting up.

          “Is something wrong?” you asked him, concerned when you saw a slight frown on his face.

          “How long are we dating, (Name)?” he responded with another question.

          “Almost two years.” You looked at him worried if he’s okay because Tony’s behavior was unusual. “Why are you asking?”

          “(Name), do you want to have kids?”

          Another question. This time it was quite shocking one. Yes, you thought many times about having a little version of Tony, running around, and trying to be like his Daddy, but you were aware that Stark’s style of living wasn’t suitable to have kids, at least not for now. It didn’t make you feel bad or anything, because you still had time for it. You were only thirty-one years old.

          “One day, yes. Tony what’s going on? Why are you asking me those questions?”

          You looked at him being worried and you cupped his face, making him to look at you.

          “Honey, you’re scaring me now. Please, Tony, tell me what’s wrong?” you practically begged him.

          Tony closed his eyes for a moment and sighed heavily. He failed and he felt bad about it.

          “Okay, if you don’t wanna talk about it now, it’s fine. I’ll wait,” you said and got up from couch, reaching your hand towards him. “Come on, you promised me to go skating, remember?” You gave him a full grin, wanting to cheer him up.

          “It’s already twenty past nine pm,” Tony protested.

          “Rink is closed after midnight this time of year. Honey, pretty please?” you asked, giving him super sad, pleading puppy eyes, the ones which always made him agree to whatever you wanted.

          “Fine. But only for an hour. I have some work to do tonight.”

          Tony got up only to be knocked back on the couch by you giving him enthusiastic kiss.

          “I wouldn’t mind if we stayed at home,” he said, staring at you hovering over him.

          “You promised!”

          “I didn’t promise anything,” Stark smirked and pulled you closer to him, his hands on your hips, holding you tightly before his lips crashed on yours and you instantly forgot that you wanted to skate.

          Tony decided that he would try another day. He clearly needed to rethink his approach. His subtle allusions didn’t work.