tampered | Log; Completed

Log; Completed

When; Monday evening (05/19)
Rating; PG
Characters; Toshiko Sato

warped_inside and Tony Stark

morethanasuit
Summary; Toshiko and Tony meet at the Lux, followed by a tour of Tony's high-tech apartment.
Log;

Despite her current fears over going out alone, Tosh actually worked up the courage to leave work for a frantic shopping trip. She might not have been as fashion-obsessed as her mirror counterpart, but no way was she going on a date that included dancing without indulging in something nice to wear. Besides, she really needed to get the memory of those stilettos out of her head.

Shopping and primping accomplished, she was back at the Lux earlier than necessary, killing time while she waited by studying some of the flowering plants decorating the entryway.

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"So I understand," Tosh replied with a smile, as he put her down. She straightened her dress and glanced around at the flat, getting a much better look at it than last time. Probably because now she was actually bothering to really see it.

"I'll take it that the tour won't be including any tricks this time?"

"No tricks this time," he said, smiling and shaking his head. Any tricks that Tony would end up doing would involve the bedroom this time but of a completely different nature.

"Instead why don't I show you the workshop I've got set up?" Tony asked.

If the look on Tosh's face at that suggestion was any indication, Tony knew the quickest route to catching her interest and holding it. She nodded, grinning excitedly.

"I would love to see your workshop! I'm going to be fantastically jealous, aren't I?"

"Not as jealous as if we were back home," Tony confessed. State of the art didn't even come close to describing his place back in his world. Still, it was nothing to scoff at here.

"But it's not too shabby," he told her as he lead her to the room in the back. "Eventually, assuming I'm here for a while, I'll need a separate building to work in."

[ooc: If you've seen the Iron Man movie, think the set up he's got in the garage.]

It may not have been what Tony was used to, but it was pretty damn impressive compared to Tosh's little corner in the unused kitchen. She smiled brightly, moving away from Tony to walk slowly around, careful not to touch anything but leaning close to look as this tool and that work-in-progress caught her eye.

"Yep, utterly envious," she breathed, making a short mental list of things she intended to make Jack buy for her next time he raided her supplies.

[ooc: Dude, I've seen the movie twice. :D]

Tony looked somewhat proud of his workshop, while it was meager it was by no means shoddy. Everything was in pristine order and very organized. Tony was a bit anal like that.

"If you ever need to come over and use it just let me know," he told her, moving behind her as she glanced over everything. "I trust you not to break anything or create some homicidal AI system."

"Oh, you may wish you hadn't offered that," Tosh murmured. "I miss my workstation at home. It's not this shiny and organized, but it's not a kitchen table either."

Also, it had access to a semi-sentient alien computer system, but she kept to herself for the moment.

"No, definitely not interested in making anything that's homicidal. Tony, this is fantastic. Honestly, I'm surprised you can manage to pry yourself away to get out and be social."

"Does that mean you'll want to come over a lot?" Tony asked, arching an eyebrow. "However will I manage to put up with the beautiful genius that wants to come over all the time? Such a horrible life I live."

He flashed her another smile at her comment. To be completely honest he never left, he was always connected to it at some level.

"I find really, really good motivation to get me out."

"Beautiful genius," Tosh mused. "I really like that."

She turned to face Tony, leaning against a worktable, and smiled up at him. "Better lock up anything you don't want me getting into, because you just got yourself a regular guest."

"I thought it was very fitting," he told her. Which it really was. It was a shame to think that she had spent so much of her time hiding down in... wherever it was back home that she did her work.

Tony smiled at her as he leaned in a bit closer to her, giving her a skeptical look.

"Is that so you know which of my things are worth getting into?" he asked. "Somehow I doubt a padlock would stop you from taking a peek at them."

"No, but knowing that those are the things you consider private would keep me from taking a peek at them," she answered sincerely. "Can't promise not to ask, but I can promise to keep my nose out your personal things."

Tosh had a curious streak that ran deep, but she respected secrets probably more than a lot of people did.

"I appreciate that," Tony said, and he really did. Honestly though there was only one thing that he would rather she didn't see.

"But all the secret projects like that I keep in my briefcase," he said, nodding towards the object that was sitting on the bench. "Besides, anything really valuable I lock up in my bedroom."

"So no top secret super-cars or big high-tech machinery, huh?" she teased, nodding at his indication of the briefcase. That definitely fell under personal property anyway, but now Tosh would be sure not to go looking there if for some reason she wound up on a hunt for some unknown but terribly necessary item.

She was just about to make a remark about locking his valuables in his bedroom wasn't the safest move he could make when the implied double meaning struck her, and she stuttered and then blushed, deeply complimented. "You're a flatterer," she said softly, somewhat at a loss for words.

"Those are at the garage, which is my actual workshop," Tony confessed. Some of that stuff was more secret, mostly because he wanted to surprise people with what he had done.

"I don't think it's flattery," Tony said, his expression full of sincerity. "I think call it like I see it."

"Ahh, so I only get to see the not-so-secret workshop. How beautiful and genius does a girl have to be to see the 'actual' workshop?"

Tosh was smiling as she spoke, and her words were lighthearted. What kind of inventory would have his work right out where anyone in the world could see them, after all?

She ducked her head again, then reached up to touch the lapel of Tony's suit coat. "I like how you see things."

"I think you're smart and beautiful enough to qualify for an all access pass," he told her, wrapping his arms around the small of her waist and pulling her a bit closer. Not forcefully, just enough to let her know that he really liked her being close.

"I really like what I'm seeing right now," he told her, staring back into her eyes. It might have sounded a bit corny if it weren't for the fact that he meant every word.

Tosh didn't mind that a bit, and in fact moved willingly, closer perhaps than Tony had intended. She raised her hands and rested them behind his neck, as she had while they'd been dancing.

"So do I," she said softly. "You scare me a little bit, Tony, but I really like you."

"I scare you?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. This side of him was not usually the one that scared people. The incredibly driven, almost megalomaniac persona that ran SHIELD and was the driving force behind the Superhero Registration Act was what frightened people. Pulling her a bit closer as he moved into kiss her he smiled.

"Then I guess it's okay to admit that I'm a little frightened by how amazing you are?"

"I'm afraid you'll turn out not to be real," Tosh admitted, even while she was stretching up on her toes to meet him. "That you'll break my heart."

Which was maybe a dangerous admission to make to someone she'd really only just met. But Tosh had a habit of falling fast, and hard, no matter how dead set she was against it.

"I don't want to turn out to not be real either," he told her, kissing her softly. "And I wish I could promise I won't break your heart, but I can't. I can promise to take the best care of it I can if you choose to give it to me."

Tony had had his heart broken before, both literally and metaphorically. Because of that he came with a certain hardness in that area but he understood that not everyone was like that.

"Don't promise," Tosh whispered. "People can't always keep promises. Just keep being this person right here. Don't...don't lie to me, that's all."

A little bit of hardness would have benefited Tosh, because she never seemed to quite learn from past experiences. Although these days, she was beginning to believe it might be worth some heartache to accomplish as much living as she could manage.

"That," Tony said as he kissed along her throat and up to her ear, "Is something that I can definitely do."

He kissed her again, this time a bit more passionately than he had before. As much as his body was screaming at him to take more he knew that wouldn't be a good idea with Tosh. Nor did he want to. This wasn't going to be just another one night stand.

Tosh had prepared herself for the possibility that a one night stand was exactly what it would be -- told herself it was more than likely -- but she was quickly coming to the conclusion that she might really be able to trust him. After all, it would have been easy for him to take advantage during the curse, and Tosh wouldn't have blamed him. But he hadn't, and that fact had raised a lot higher in her esteem.

The kissing was fantastic, though, and she was perfectly happy to lean into him a little, one hand resting lightly on his cheek, as they kissed. Just the fact that he was being this gentle and slow with her meant a great deal to Tosh.

Eventually, after some time, Tony very reluctantly pulled away from Tosh. He didn't pull away too far though, nuzzling her a bit and resting his forehead against hers.

"Are you sure that your pool game is the second most impressive thing about you?" he asked with a grin.

Tosh really liked that, the easy affectionate way he touched her, and she smiled back up at him. Tony was certainly turning out to be quite a different man from what she'd imagined.

"You'll have to make good on your offer to play sometime, and see for yourself, I suppose. What about you? Is there something more impressive about you than I've already seen?"

She wasn't fishing, in fact Tosh was pretty sure it would be quite the challenge for her to be more impressed than she was already.

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