DEATH IN SPACE AND TONY IN RHODEY'S BEDROOM BACK HOME. And she's older now except the place smells just like she remembered it, like mothballs and turkey and Rhodey's hand is on her rib cage and she can feel his mouth against her neck, slightly open because he's asleep and oh god you drool, not I don't, yes you do, you do, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep Tony and she is sleepy even though the sun is up, outside, and it's a little hot. She kicks off the covers down by their feet and shifts so his hand moves, moist and firm, a little lower until it rests on her stomach. She can feel Rhodey's mouth against her neck as he mutters something even though she can't really hear it. The sun is getting brighter, bright enough to hurt, but she doesn't want to wake him, so she's very, very careful when she leans over to shut the shades.
The room is dark again, and she doesn't think it weird that there are no shadows on the wall, from where her shirt would partially cover the arc rector. It's just a little of the light from the shades seeping through, catching on Rhodey's track trophies and sparking bits of gold along the far wall.
Rhodey's fingers clench a little, pull her back against him and he's still asleep and Tony is getting sleepier and it's dark enough now that closing her eyes doesn't seem like such a waste.
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Date: 2008-09-22 06:18 pm (UTC)The room is dark again, and she doesn't think it weird that there are no shadows on the wall, from where her shirt would partially cover the arc rector. It's just a little of the light from the shades seeping through, catching on Rhodey's track trophies and sparking bits of gold along the far wall.
Rhodey's fingers clench a little, pull her back against him and he's still asleep and Tony is getting sleepier and it's dark enough now that closing her eyes doesn't seem like such a waste.
So she does.