WARNING: This is NOT a Chlack story. This is KONY. Set right after S2, it's my own sequel to
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glorylinnemann's "My Favorite Mistake." So, when she writes her OWN sequel (hint hint, Glory), hers will be "canon" so to speak, and mine will not be. I'm branching off into my own AU. Rated NC-17. HUGE thanks to Scoob for writing the smut.
When Tony walked into the room, he stopped at the sight of Kim sitting on her father's hospital bed. She gave him a nervous smile, her eyes pleading with him to act normal.
Taking a deep breath, he came the rest of the way in, softly shutting the door behind him.
"Tony..." Jack rasped, a small smile on his face.
"Hey, Jack."
"What are you doing here?"
Tony laughed. "I came to see you. I wanted to see how you were."
"I'm fine. But I need you to do something for me."
"Dad..."
"Kim needs a place to stay tonight. My apartment has no food and her place is currently a crime scene. Is there any way she can stay with you?"
Jack was focused on Tony and therefore missed his daughter's eyes widen in surprise.
Tony struggled to keep his face blank and his hands from shaking. His mind raced, but he knew that there was no acceptable excuse for him to refuse. Taking a short moment to try and steady himself, he tried to smile, "Of course she can, Jack. She can stay as long as she needs to."
Kim's head whipped up so fast he thought he hear it snap, and she let out the smallest of gasps. That tiny sound caused Tony to close his eyes as he tried to fight off the sudden images of her lying naked on his bed, of the look on her face when he had slowly pushed inside of her for the first time.
"Tony?"
He snapped his eyes open at the sound of Jack's voice. Kim was staring at him with something akin to fear, but he also saw something else. It seemed like...remembrance? Longing? And then he realized it - desire. Swallowing hard, he turned his attention back to Jack.
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright? You look...funny."
Tony smiled and looked down at the floor. "I'm just tired."
"You're not the only one. Get my daughter out of here, and make sure she gets some sleep, okay?"
"Yeah, Jack." He turned to Kim. "Come on, I'll make you some dinner," he said, managing to completely avoid her eyes.
"Fine," she mumbled. Leaning over, she kissed her father gently on the cheek, running her thumb along his face. "I'll be back tomorrow, Daddy. Get some rest."
Jack smiled. "You too, honey."
She gave his hand one more squeeze before getting up and heading for the door. Giving him a slightly wider berth than necessary, Kim made sure she didn't accidentally brush against Tony. After she had passed, he turned to follow her.
"Tony."
He turned back.
"Thank you. For taking care of her."
With a small nod, he left the room.
***
Kim was waiting for him outside the room, pacing back and forth with one finger in her mouth. She jumped visibly when she heard the door shut behind her, and wheeled around to find herself face-to-face with Tony.
"You don't have to do this," she said immediately. "I can find somewhere else to stay. A hotel-"
"No," Tony interrupted firmly. "I'm not letting you stay in a hotel. My place is fine. We're both adults, Kim. We can handle this. Besides," he added in a quieter tone. "I promised your dad."
She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him shyly. "You really think we can do this?"
Tony smiled at her and gently laid a hand on her arm. "Yeah. I do."
***
Once inside his apartment, they stood there avoiding each others' eyes. Tony shifted his weight from one leg to the other, while Kim hugged her arms tightly around her body.
Sticking one hand in his pocket, and using the other to rub the back of his neck, Tony cleared his throat roughly.
"You hungry? I could make you that dinner."
Kim fidgeted, looking down at her feet. "Actually...would it be okay if I took a shower? It's been a really long day."
Tony nodded. "Of course. Come on, I'll show you where everything is."
He led her to the bathroom door, but stopped outside when something occurred to him. Motioning for her to wait, he walked to the end of the hall and into his bedroom. She heard the sound of drawers being opened and closed, and he was back a moment later with a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
"I thought you might like some clean clothes to change into," he explained as he led her into the bathroom and turned on the light.
"No women's clothes this time?" Kim smirked.
She missed the clenching of his jaw as he set the clothes down on the closed toilet seat. "I got rid of those," he said quietly.
This time she noticed the change in his tone. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes as he realized how uncomfortable he was around her. Shifting awkwardly, she dropped her gaze to the linoleum floor. "I won't take long," she said, hoping he would get the hint and leave.
Tony's head snapped up as he heard a slight hitch in her voice. Running a hand through his hair, he found himself looking for a reason to stay.
"The temperature can be pretty fickle. Let me help get it set up."
He walked to the shower, standing next to her, and turned the water on. Fiddling with the dials, he tried to calm his racing heartbeat and steady his breathing.
"Check it," he said. "Let me know if it's too hot."
Kim stretched her hand under the stream of water, letting it cascade through her fingers.
"It's fine," she whispered.
At the trembling in her voice, Tony looked up at her, his breath catching in his throat. He stood up slowly, reaching out a trembling hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I thought we could do this. You know…handle this."
"Aren't we? Handling it?"
Kim laughed bitterly. "Tony, you can't even stand to be in the same room with me. I can see how tense you are."
"Kim-"
"And you got rid of the clothes you lent me. Is it such a bad memory that you had to throw them out?"
Realization dawned on Tony as he saw the hurt in her eyes. Hesitating slightly, he took her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers firmly. She froze for a moment before her hands moved up to tangle in his dark hair. Tentatively, she opened her mouth, letting her tongue slide along his lips. Groaning roughly, Tony moved his hands down to her hips and tugged them against his. She gasped into his mouth as his tongue moved with hers and he pushed her back against the sink. His hands wandered under her shirt, his fingers dancing along her sides and back. As they slid up further towards her breasts, Kim pulled back suddenly, looking at him with uncertainty.
"But I thought…"
Tony brushed his lips against hers. "I didn't get rid of them because of what happened that night, Kim."
"Then why-"
"It's because of who they belonged to before," he murmured as his mouth moved down her neck, sucking on the soft flesh there.
She swallowed hard. "You really want to do this?"
He pulled back, searching her eyes. "I want you, Kim," he said slowly. "Right now. I want you. But tell me, and I'll stop. We don't have to do this. If you just want to forget what happened-"
His words were cut off by her lips crashing into his. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and pushed her hips against his, causing him to moan loudly. Her hands grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Growling in frustration, he pulled her shirt up over her head and went to attack the clasp again. Kim pulled away and grabbed his hands, bringing them to settle on her hips. Reaching back, she undid the clasp herself, slowly letting her bra fall off her shoulders and to the floor.
“You look even more beautiful than I remember,” he said as he leaned down to capture a rosy nipple between his teeth. She gasped at the sensation and he swirled his tongue around her as his hands drifted down to her jeans. His mouth moved to her other breast as his hands made quick work of her jeans, letting them and her underwear drift to the floor.
He pulled away to kiss her again, then gently pushed her towards the shower, “Get in,” he said even as he moved to undo the rest of his clothes.
His eyes stayed her as she got in. His fingers worked the button of his pants while he followed the water that sluiced down her body. He groaned as her hands lifted to push her hair back, watching as her breasts lifted with the movement and made him grateful that his too tight jeans were suddenly gone.
Finally he moved towards her. She leaned against the shower wall to give him room as she reached out her hand towards him, “Tony,” she whispered, his name a plea on her lips.
He paused only a moment longer to get the condom from his wallet and place it on the sink where he could reach it—before she completely scrambled his ability to think clearly. Then he took her hand and stepped in the shower, pulling her against him in the same motion.
She sunk into his hot, wet kiss as he pulled her off her feet so that every inch of their bodies were touching. Her wet hands slid through his hair as his mouth trailed kisses over her neck and shoulder. She inched slowly up his body, but instead of helping her wrap her legs around waist he slowly put her back on her feet and pulled away.
Her confused frown was met with a smirk as he reached behind her to grab the soap. Then her eyes widened as he rubbed the bar between his hands.
“Tony,” she said his name with a long exhale of breath.
“Just relax,” he said, “You’ve had a long day, let me help.”
He put the soap back up and his hands moved towards her shoulders. He moved them in circles, then his hands slid down her arms. He carefully washed each finger and then moved in to her stomach.
She glared at the wall as he turned her around and washed her back, “Didn’t you miss a spot….or two?”
“I’ll get there,” he promised.
She opened her mouth to complain again, but groaned instead as he began massaging her back, easing the muscles that had tensed throughout the long day.
She sighed his name again as his hands traveled down to move over her ass. She groaned as he pressed against her so she could feel how aroused he was. Her hands reached behind her to clutch his hair as her knees began to tremble. His hands slid around her body and finally, finally found their way to her breasts.
“Tony,” she cried as his big hands cupped her breasts, his fingers moving over her nipples, “More.”
“Did I tell you last time how gorgeous your breasts are? Because they are. I can barely keep my hands off them.”
He continued moving his hands over her. Finally he spun her around again and dropped down to his knees. He slid his still-soapy hands over her legs and then urged her back so that the water could slide down her body. She sighed as the hot water moved down her and he pressed his lips against her stomach, “You look like a goddess right now.”
She smiled down at him, but then stiffened as he leaned forward and nuzzled her dark blonde curls, “Tony, what….what are you doing?”
He kissed each of her thighs, rubbing her legs to try and calm her. He felt her body relax slightly and he smiled against her skin. He’d thought about doing this since the last time he’d been with her. He’d loved being her first, had probably gotten too much of a thrill from knowing that no one had touched her before him.
“You’ll like it,” he promised as he moved his fingers against her, slowly sliding one inside of her. She was wet and tight around him and he flashbacked to how good it felt to be inside her, “I promise.”
She still looked unsure so he grabbed her hands and dragged them down to his head, “If you don’t like it, just give me a tug and I’ll stop.” She giggled as he smirked at her and nodded.
Slowly, not wanting to freak her out, he pressed his lips against her. Then he parted her with his fingers and slid his tongue inside of her.
“TONY!” she said, overcome by the new sensation. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she tried to keep herself on her feet.
Tony pulled back and smirked at her, “Sorry, did you want me to stop?”
“WHAT? No, I don’t want you to….” She trailed off as his smirked widened, “You bas…..”
Whatever she was going to say was cut off as his tongue went back to work and she moaned again. His fingers joined in as they moved over her clit, slowly at first and then more insistently.
Her orgasm was even more powerful than it was last time and soon she was slumping and he was sliding back up to keep her on her feet.
He smiled into her hair as she lay against him, breathing deeply and rhythmically until he thought she might be sleeping. Gently he finished washing her beautiful body and shut off the shower. She was completely asleep by the time he lay her terrycloth covered body in his bed and he lay next to her trying to ignore his arousal and let her get the sleep she so desperately needed.
It was less that ten minutes that she actually slept, which might have to do with the erection he was insistently pressing against her firm ass. She turned slightly so that her face could meet his. She stretched her arms over her head, still too asleep to be self-conscious, and the motion caused her towel to unfasten and she was soon naked from the waist up. He leaned forward and sucked gently on her nipple, soothing more than arousing. She moaned and tightened around him. He kissed his way up to her mouth and kissed her lips once softly before he pulled back and smiled at her, “Hey there sleeping beauty.”
She blushed, “Hey. Sorry I fell asleep, but that was….amazing.”
He chuckled at the utter amazement in her voice, “No, you are amazing. I’ve wanted to do that since the last time.”
She blushed more and looked away, “Then….why haven’t I heard from you since then?”
He looked a little shocked that she asked and coughed as he tried to figure out the answer, “I….I just wasn’t sure you wanted to hear from me. I mean, you’re so young…”
“Don’t even try the age thing cause it’s a cop out,” her voice is stern as she says this.
He smiled, “Okay, forget how young you are. You were upset that night,” she opened her mouth to interrupt but he puts his finger to her lips to stop her, “Just hear me out. You were upset, I’m not saying I regret it, or that it was wrong, but you were emotional and you’d been through so much since your mom died and….I thought maybe it was best to leave you be.”
“So….it wasn’t because I was bad.” She had gone back to looking at his navel instead of his eyes.
His hands guided her eyes back to his, “Bad? Kim, you were…..amazing. I mean, you’re beautiful, and, without sounding like a total caveman, knowing that I was showing you things, making you feel things that you’d never felt before was….pretty much the most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She smiled widely, “Really?”
“Really. In fact,” he said, pulling her close, “I have a couple of other things I’d like to show you. What do you say?”
“Yes,” she said quickly and with exuberance. Then she let out a little oomph of surprise as he rolled until she was laying on top of him. Before she could ask him what he was doing he was moving her legs so she was straddling him. When he was done he slid his hands up to her waist and smiled, almost leered at her.
Her eyes widened as she realized what he had in mind, “I….I don’t….”
“Relax,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down her body to sooth her, “Only if you want, Kim.”
“I…I want to, I just…don’t know how.”
He smiled wolfishly, “That’s what I’m here for.”
She brought her hands to his chest to keep her balance as his hands moved back up to her breasts, “Do you have some kind of breast obsession you want to tell me about?”
He shut her up with a flick of her fingers, “Hmmm, well yours are kind of unbelievable. Really….really unbelievable.”
She blushed at the compliment, smiling shyly at him. He wondered how many more times he could make her blush that night as he let his hand drift down her stomach. His arousal was painful at this point and he was relieved to find her still wet from her orgasm. He moved is fingers inside her fast, eager to make her wetter so he could slide easily inside of her.
He kept one hand on her as his other wrestled with the box of condoms in his bed table. He let her go long enough to put it on himself. Then he put one hand on her hip and helped her move until he could position himself at her entrance.
“Just slide down, baby, nice and slow,” he gripped both hips as she began to move, his eyes crossed as she lowered herself until he was completely inside of her.
Her eyes drifted closed. Slowly, before he could even help her, she lifted herself back up and thrust down again. At his moan she opened her eyes, “Was that….did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, that was perfect. In fact feel free to do it again.”
She did and this time he helped her until they found a rhythm. She was hot and tight and perfect around him and he ground his teeth as he tried to control himself. As she began moving faster he slid one of his hands down to her clit. He arched his hips, thrusting faster until he could hit that spot, so he could feel her fly apart and tighten around him. When she did heat shot through him and he arched towards her as he came. Coming down from her high, Kim lay against his chest, breathing heavily. Tony brushed the hair from her face and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead before rolling onto his side and tucking her into him. She yawned as she entwined her fingers with his, holding his hand against her stomach.
"Can we do breakfast instead?" she asked sleepily.
"What?" Tony asked, his brain still clouded from what they had just done.
"You promised me dinner. I think we should do breakfast instead."
He kissed her shoulder. "Sounds like a plan. Sleep," he ordered gently. And they both did.
***
When Tony woke up the next morning, he saw that Kim was already awake and staring at him. He smiled her warmly, reaching out to caress her face. She placed her hand on his, a strange look in her eyes.
"We can't keep doing this, can we?" she asked suddenly.
He sighed, not wanting to admit the truth but knowing that he couldn't lie to her. "No. We can't."
She nodded, looking down at the bed. "That's what I thought." Then she raised her eyes again, a sudden fear in them. "It was good though, wasn't it?"
Tony dragged her body against his and brought his lips close to hers. "Yeah, Kim. It was good. It was really good." He leaned in to gently kiss her, surprised by his own unwillingness to let her go. "One more time?" he asked quietly, his eyes pleading.
Kim kissed him firmly, locking her hands in his hair. "One more time," she agreed before smirking at him. "And then you owe me breakfast, Almeida."
"Breakfast it is," he laughed.
Then he flipped her onto her back and kissed her again.
