[It's better this way, with the lights on and eyes all around. It kicks up the risk and the excitement a little. The only thing that would make it better was if somebody else came up to start a conversation with Tony and he had to talk business.]
Should and do are two different animals, honey.
[As in she should stop these sexual shenanigans, but instead all she does is concentrate the movement on the head, thumb and fingers working overtime.]
[ It certainly does. Also no he's pretty sure that would be horrible, he doesn't want to talk business with anyone. He's starting to have a hard time keeping up with this conversation, let alone one with anyone who isn't privy to all the circumstances involved. ]
Very different, I noticed. [ It's kind of awkward sitting at the table and trying to lean forward on his elbow, which doesn't stop him actually trying but it does abort the movement, instead moving the other way and leaning further back into the chair. ]
[As innocent as she pleases, she turns her head towards him, eyebrows all furrowed in mock confusion as he shifts around in his seat. She's concerned about him, if anybody else at the table manages to look around. Concerned, yet, not even enough to hold back from rolling her thumb over the tip again, exactly how he likes it, exactly the way she always does when she wants him to talk after ordering him to shut up.]
Are you okay? [Casual. So casual. Watch her as she slickly moves her napkin off her lap and onto his with her free hand.] You look like you're finding this event a little hard to handle.
[It's a terrible pun, the kind that makes people groan. And that's her goal. Give her what she wants and she just might give him a nice reach down to his testicles.]
[ Right, a little hard to handle, exactly. He huffs out a chuckle, half begrudging amusement and half just venting out some of the overload coming on from keeping all of his reactions so tightly internalized. He's turned just slightly towards her a little bit, enough to try leaning on the table again, because he can rest his face in his hand then and cover up some of whatever expressions are getting past his control. ]
It's v-, ah, yes, very difficult. To handle. You, on the other hand, though. Handling it very well.
[That venting is as close as she's going to get to a groan out of him, at least in this trumped up ballroom. Angela's softhearted enough to give in when she can. He'll soon find fingernails gently scratching across the skin pf his testicles as she cups them in her fingers, thumb still wrapped around his cock's base.]
Well, you know me, the social butterfly. But I haven't had a lot of practice doing this, admittedly.
[ Well, it was as close as she was going to get before she dragged the tips of her fingernails across his balls, because that earned her a poorly muffled, slightly high-pitched noise from the back of his throat. His voice is rougher when he replies. ]
Wouldn't have noticed. You seem like a seasoned expert at it all.
I'm familiar with the area. That helps a lot, I think.
[She licks her lips when he whimpers or whines, whatever that sound was. Delicious. Angela could almost taste it in the back of her own throat and the fact that the woman sitting on the other side of Tony turns to look in his general direction for the source of the sound just heightens her own arousal. Managing to keep her cool is a long practiced skill, probably helped by not getting played with under the table herself, but details schmetails. Back to Tony.]
Do you think we're getting close to the end of this?
[Not that she wants him to come. In fact, if she can help it, she might even play around with denying him what he wants right here. Angela just needs to know if she needs to bring the napkin around closer.]
[ He barely even notices the woman turning to look at him - he's already been keeping his face as impassive as possible, hiding it with his hand a little, and when he can feel new eyes on him, he calmly as possible takes another bite of food to occupy himself instead of talking or smiling. It works okay, usually.
As for the question, he was already happy when she moved the napkin over to his lap, and he isn't even considering that she might drag things out, because the public aspect of it seems like enough for him. He takes a couple of steadying breaths before replying. ] I think it's not too far away.
[The woman shrugs off the sound, not seeing anything too out of the ordinary except for Tony Stark looking bored as a charity event and his date not paying attention to anything but him either.]
Then I should go powder my nose. There'll be photo ops, right? [One thing might be enough for him. Another might be enough for her. He's going find that out right now as she removes her hand from his lap, patting him like a good boy and leaning into his ear when she stands.] Stay there. Or else.
[ What. What. He looks over at her, slightly wide-eyed, nothing out of the ordinary range should anyone else catch the look on his face - all they'll see is something saying that he vaguely doesn't want her to get up and leave and that's precisely what she's doing anyway. Surely that's something that can be empathized with from either side. But either way, he makes sure to lean over the table, trying to obscure his lap, both elbows resting near the edge of it this time as he manufactures a nonchalance he doesn't currently possess. ] Yeah, photo ops. Where would I go?
[It's evil and cruel and oh well, he'll actually live for the eight minutes it takes Angela to stroll causally into the ladies' room and back again. Her nose doesn't actually seem like it was powdered, her hair hasn't been fixed in any way, but her right hand forms a loose fist on the path back. It's something nobody would notice except for her. And him when she settles back into her seat and creeps along his lap along to pick up right where she left off, only now the stroke is a lot smoother. Silkier. With a hint of gardenia.
Yeah - [ and some throat clearing, because that didn't come out a little shaky at all ] - yeah, they're gonna do that. Keep talking. That'll last for a while. [ If he's lucky, anyway. ]
[ That'll work. That'll get her the desired reaction, yes. Possibly even a shiver through his shoulders, down his back a little bit because he's putting much more effort into maintaining his facial expression and not shifting in his seat. ]
[She smirks, eyes dark with obvious arousal on her part, a look familiar to him, running her thumb across the head of his cock again, pressing right there as she moves against him. There's an obvious purpose behind her pace now; Angela wants him to come. Enough public torture already. Plus she wants to enjoy herself watching him orgasm surrounded by people with the lights on. How will Tony Stark be able to play that one off?]
[ He's having a harder time keeping his noises to himself, trying to control them with halting breathing and rigid posture. He keeps that up for a while, but it's obvious she's endgaming here, and he hides his jaw behind his hand, ostensibly just thinking about things but in reality helping to keep his mouth shut, covering where he's biting his lip to prevent a sound from escaping that way.
That does of course mean that instead, when he comes, it's gutteral, it sounds stifled somewhere in his chest and there doesn't appear to be too much reason for it, but he doesn't care just then because fucking hell and it'll take him a few moments to recollect himself. ]
[Angela doesn't know what's hotter: knowing how vocal he can get at this moment or visibly witnessing the utter restraint he has to dig deep for to keep his mouth shut for once. It doesn't work all that well because the woman next to him is tapping his arm and asking him if he's okay while Angela's snaking her hand away, dropping the now soiled napkin underneath the table.
She herself is turned slightly away from Tony, shifting uncomfortably in her seat because in a snug satin dress like this, a sudden surge of wetness between her thighs can be a bitch.]
[ By the time he's aware of the lady tapping his arm, she already has her phone out, and he puts his other hand over hers where it rests on his arm and gives her his best, albeit slightly tired looking, smile. ] No, look, I'm fine. Got carried away planning something in my head and some of this exceptional food went down the wrong way. [ 'Exceptional' with that tone could mean either way, he'll leave that up to them. A couple more exchanges, and he returns to his plate, the woman and the man whose attention she had also attracted. He looks at it for a moment, then slides his gaze over to her, watching. To her credit, now that he's not trying to convice people of something, his voice is husky and rough. ] Something wrong?
[The fact that his voice sounds like that really doesn't help her situation. She doesn't think she's ever told him that his voice is actually lovely, more so with an edge like that. A sip of water and she's the one leaning her elbows on the table, slightly hovering above her chair.]
No. How much longer until the speeches are done?
[It sounds more like 'how much longer until you can get back up?' without her actually saying the words. Damn her plan backfiring on her so quickly.]
[ He glances over to see who's speaking. ] Maybe ten minutes? Unless Mrs. Kensingterry gets up again to talk about her husband. Then more like five. Why?
[If Mrs. Kensingterry even thinks about opening her mouth again tonight, Angela's throwing her wine glass at her. No one really wants to hear about the legacy he left behind in the field of energy engineering for the second time in one night.
Suddenly, Angela stands up a little stiffly, turning to slide between her and Tony's chairs.]
I'm going to the bathroom again. [This time, when she comes back, there's a little lace bundle being stuffed into Tony's pants pocket. It's the answer to his question.]
[ Tony's of a similar mind when it comes to Mrs. Kensingterry, it was why he assumed she would halve the time he'd need to ensure he could walk properly again.
However, Angela's methods do have merit. There's a lot to be said for Angela's methods as well. He puts his hand in his pocket to figure out what that was, feels the wetness involved, and looks over at her. ] You know, I'm not sure the first course quite agreed with me, all that seafood, would you mind terribly if we went home early? [ All for the benefit of that other woman at their table. ]
[Her messages always come loud and clear and bluntly even if she doesn't actually say them out loud. She cocks her head towards him, eyes darker than normal, but the rest of her face is a mostly poor imitation of somebody who is truly concerned for his health. At least it works well enough for the other woman who turns her head, looking just as worried.
Fully turning on him, she places a hand in his lap so she can slyly zip him back up as her other hand turns his face this way and that for better lighting.]
You do look kind of green to me. Maybe an allergic reaction? I'll call Happy.
[The woman, the dear heart but nosy as hell, taps Tony on the arm again to wish him well and to give him unsolicited medical advice containing some oddball mixture of prune juice, Pepto Bismol, and a shot of whiskey to ease his stomach.]
Thank you. [ And then he has to turn back to the other lady, thank her for the advice, and mention something about the charity she's here for, his people, her people, all that, before he can stand up and pull out Angela's chair for her. ] He should be around front by now I think.
[Such a gentleman. His chivalry will be rewarded greatly in a few minutes. Angela makes a show of putting her hand on Tony's back, somewhere along the middle of it, in that caring sort of please-don't-throw-up-on-my-shoes-because-they're-Italian kind of way as they head towards the exit of the grand hall.
The minute they're outside, she drops the act and shuffles him into the backseat of the car, straddling his hips while hitting the button to close the privacy divider.]
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Should and do are two different animals, honey.
[As in she should stop these sexual shenanigans, but instead all she does is concentrate the movement on the head, thumb and fingers working overtime.]
/laaaaaaate sorry
Very different, I noticed. [ It's kind of awkward sitting at the table and trying to lean forward on his elbow, which doesn't stop him actually trying but it does abort the movement, instead moving the other way and leaning further back into the chair. ]
UNFORGIVEN!!! /rains fire and thunder and such
Are you okay? [Casual. So casual. Watch her as she slickly moves her napkin off her lap and onto his with her free hand.] You look like you're finding this event a little hard to handle.
[It's a terrible pun, the kind that makes people groan. And that's her goal. Give her what she wants and she just might give him a nice reach down to his testicles.]
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It's v-, ah, yes, very difficult. To handle. You, on the other hand, though. Handling it very well.
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Well, you know me, the social butterfly. But I haven't had a lot of practice doing this, admittedly.
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Wouldn't have noticed. You seem like a seasoned expert at it all.
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[She licks her lips when he whimpers or whines, whatever that sound was. Delicious. Angela could almost taste it in the back of her own throat and the fact that the woman sitting on the other side of Tony turns to look in his general direction for the source of the sound just heightens her own arousal. Managing to keep her cool is a long practiced skill, probably helped by not getting played with under the table herself, but details schmetails. Back to Tony.]
Do you think we're getting close to the end of this?
[Not that she wants him to come. In fact, if she can help it, she might even play around with denying him what he wants right here. Angela just needs to know if she needs to bring the napkin around closer.]
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As for the question, he was already happy when she moved the napkin over to his lap, and he isn't even considering that she might drag things out, because the public aspect of it seems like enough for him. He takes a couple of steadying breaths before replying. ] I think it's not too far away.
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Then I should go powder my nose. There'll be photo ops, right? [One thing might be enough for him. Another might be enough for her. He's going find that out right now as she removes her hand from his lap, patting him like a good boy and leaning into his ear when she stands.] Stay there. Or else.
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[It's evil and cruel and oh well, he'll actually live for the eight minutes it takes Angela to stroll causally into the ladies' room and back again. Her nose doesn't actually seem like it was powdered, her hair hasn't been fixed in any way, but her right hand forms a loose fist on the path back. It's something nobody would notice except for her. And him when she settles back into her seat and creeps along his lap along to pick up right where she left off, only now the stroke is a lot smoother. Silkier. With a hint of gardenia.
Lotion.]
They're still talking.
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Yeah - [ and some throat clearing, because that didn't come out a little shaky at all ] - yeah, they're gonna do that. Keep talking. That'll last for a while. [ If he's lucky, anyway. ]
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I don't think I can say the same for you.
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Can't argue with that. Excellent point.
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[She smirks, eyes dark with obvious arousal on her part, a look familiar to him, running her thumb across the head of his cock again, pressing right there as she moves against him. There's an obvious purpose behind her pace now; Angela wants him to come. Enough public torture already. Plus she wants to enjoy herself watching him orgasm surrounded by people with the lights on. How will Tony Stark be able to play that one off?]
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That does of course mean that instead, when he comes, it's gutteral, it sounds stifled somewhere in his chest and there doesn't appear to be too much reason for it, but he doesn't care just then because fucking hell and it'll take him a few moments to recollect himself. ]
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She herself is turned slightly away from Tony, shifting uncomfortably in her seat because in a snug satin dress like this, a sudden surge of wetness between her thighs can be a bitch.]
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No. How much longer until the speeches are done?
[It sounds more like 'how much longer until you can get back up?' without her actually saying the words. Damn her plan backfiring on her so quickly.]
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Suddenly, Angela stands up a little stiffly, turning to slide between her and Tony's chairs.]
I'm going to the bathroom again. [This time, when she comes back, there's a little lace bundle being stuffed into Tony's pants pocket. It's the answer to his question.]
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However, Angela's methods do have merit. There's a lot to be said for Angela's methods as well. He puts his hand in his pocket to figure out what that was, feels the wetness involved, and looks over at her. ] You know, I'm not sure the first course quite agreed with me, all that seafood, would you mind terribly if we went home early? [ All for the benefit of that other woman at their table. ]
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Fully turning on him, she places a hand in his lap so she can slyly zip him back up as her other hand turns his face this way and that for better lighting.]
You do look kind of green to me. Maybe an allergic reaction? I'll call Happy.
[The woman, the dear heart but nosy as hell, taps Tony on the arm again to wish him well and to give him unsolicited medical advice containing some oddball mixture of prune juice, Pepto Bismol, and a shot of whiskey to ease his stomach.]
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The minute they're outside, she drops the act and shuffles him into the backseat of the car, straddling his hips while hitting the button to close the privacy divider.]
Hi Happy. Bye Happy.
[She's sure he's used to this.]
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