ââs that true? wow, then â yâbetter learn tâstay a lil bit more still if yâever wanna get courted.â    she gives a small tug to a stray hair splayed from his temple; before smiling to herself and tucking it back into place. (he deserved that one.)     âanâ, yâknow â donât talk with yâmouth full.â     a pointed finger makes its way to the screwdriver in tonyâs mouth, but eliza knows better than to expect any different â heâs lucky she finds it endearing. (she does â find almost anything he does endearing, that is.)
       even as tony continues working, eliza steps behind him, rests her cheek against his back, and continues to toy with his hair from behind.     âmaybe i am flirtinâ with ya, metal man â whadya gonna do aboutât?â    thereâs a tender kiss placed on the outside sleeve on his shoulder; before tracing her fingers down from the nape of his neck, and back around his waist from behind. her eyes have been curiously glancing at the discarded metal for far too long; heâs helped her get better with her powers, and she wants to prove it.     âlemme try meltinâ it, baby.â
&& Â Â cont. / @titaniumforged.
âSorry, maâam, I canât be courted,â he stated around the screwdriver. âIâm a married man, you see. To an Italian woman. Mom would be proud.â When she promptly pokes the screwdriver, he lifts an eyebrow and glances at her. âMaybe you are my mother. That would make this super weird.â If meeting Stephen Strange had taught him anything . . . it was that time and universes and dimensions and everything like made way less sense than anyone thought. For all he knew, Eliza could be some earlier version of his mother. Gross.
Dropping the screwdriver onto the table, he continues to work. Though he is very appreciative of the affections she bestows upon him. Her soft caresses through his hair sends pleasant shivers down his spine. âHm,â he smirked at her playful question. âI can think of a few things to do with that mouth of yours.â Setting his piece down, now properly distracted, he turned back to her and pushed just enough on his rolly chair to roll himself right between her legs, so she sat on his lap.Â
Hands came to a rest just below her lower back. âMelting it?â He followed her gaze to the discarded metal. âYou want to try, hm?â Well, it would save him on materials. âAlright. Letâs see if that power of yours is good for more than just charging up my car batteries.â Rolling over to the bin, he picked it up, then rolled them over to the smelting area.Â
Finally getting up, he poured out the metal pieces into the slag pot. âAlright, baby,â he patted her bottom. âShow me what you got.â
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