Tony Stark x Reader

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"Hey, JARVIS." You say as you walk into Stark Tower.
"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N." JARVIS says.
"Is someone playing violin?" You ask, looking around. "Or has Tony just started listening to good music?"
"Mr. Stark is playing."
"Mr. Stark is playing?" You repeat.
"Yes ma'am."
"Where is he?" You ask. You have to see this for yourself.
"In the living room."
"Thanks."
You wander up to the living room to see Tony standing in front of a stand, a violin held in his hands, his fingers moving quickly. You're torn between wanting to interrupt and ask why he's hidden this secret talent for so long and wanting him to keep playing.
"Hey, Y/N." Tony says, still playing.
You can't make yourself respond.
He comes to the end of the piece and spins dramatically on the spot to face you, reminding you of the Doctor. "Sexy enough?"
You nod.
"I learned last night."
"That was Paganini." You point out.
"Was it?" He spins back to look at the music, and turns back to you. "Yes it was."
"You learned all that last night?"
"Yes."
"All that?"
"Yes. I figured that since you like music so much--"
"Paganini?"
"Yes, it appears that way. I asked JARVIS to get me your favorites."
"You learned to play his stuff in one night?"
"Yes."
"Nobody can play Paganini. Not at the proper tempo. Not in one night."
"Did I?"
"You played it very fast. How?"
"I dunno."
"You learned Paganini in one night." You repeat.
"Yep." He puts the violin down. "That was hot, wasn't it?"
"Yes." You agree. "That was hot as all hell."
"That's the reaction I was looking for." He grinned. "Are you ready to go?"
"Go? Go where?"
"Our wedding, obviously."
"Wait--" You begin.
He laughed. "Just kidding. Dinner."
"I didn't know we were going to dinner."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't have, considering I haven't asked."
The two of you get in the car, and he turns the radio to AC/DC.
"That was short lived." You laugh.
"Well, yeah. You can't expect me to listen to that boring, fancy stuff all the time. Don't be picky."

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