Search for the Soul Gem

Chapter Eighteen

     "Lucy... Lucy wake up," a soft voice drifted in my ears and into my sleep. I ignored the voice and buried my face in the pillow under my head.

     "Five more minutes," I mumbled, my voice barely decipherable with the mixture of sleep and pillow. A throaty laugh shook me slightly. Warm hands gripped my arms lightly and shook me gently.

     "Sweetheart, I'd love to let you sleep for five more minutes but Fury wants to talk to you," Tony's velvet voice broke though my sleepy haze. I turned over and rested my cheek against his chest. He laughed.

     "What does he want with me?" I moaned against his chest. He laughed again and ran his fingers through my tangled hair. His fingers massaged my head soothingly, almost making me fall back asleep.

     "I don't know, he doesn't tell me anything. Just that he needs to see you," Tony said. I groaned and finally forced my eyes open. The sudden light blinded me for a moment before I  managed to blink sight back into my eyes. The first thing I saw was the arc reactor glowing gently just under my fingertips. I shifted my face and looked at Tony. He looked down at me through half-lidded eyes with a cheshire cat grin on his lips.

     "Good morning doctor," he smiled down at me, running his fingers through my hair lazily. I smiled back at him.

     "Stark," I greeted back sleepily.

     "I was gonna make you breakfast but I didn't want to wake you up," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. I chuckled lightly, eye fluttering closed for a moment.

     "Such a gentleman!" I teased. Tony laughed, shaking me with him.

     "I had planned a whole morning but Fury had to go and ruin it," Tony smirked.

     "That just means you owe me a romantic morning some other time Mr. Stark," I said. His smirk over took his face in a full smile.

     "Whatever you wish Ms Scaffer," Tony replied. I smiled and closed my eyes again, "No ya don't," Tony sat up suddenly, bring me with him. I tumbled into his lap and looked up at him annoyed.

     "Hey!" I yelped.

     "Fury wants to talk to you," Tony said, getting out of bed. I collected the sheets around me defiantly.

     "So what, he'll have to wait until a decent hour when I'm good and ready," I curled myself into his sheets. Tony's laugh broke through the blankets to me.

     "I like the sass sweetheart but Fury doesn't quiet work that way. What Fury wants, Fury gets... now," on the last word, Tony pulled at the blankets toward him and me with them. I let out a shocked squeal as I tumbled out of the bed. Tony's hands went to my hips before I could tumble off the edge of the bed. He leaned over me and pressed his forehead to mine, "So , would you like to get out of bed or would you like me to carry you down?" Tony's voice dipped low in a slight wink at seduction. I swallowed hard and tried to remember how to speak.

     "You carrying me back to my apartment would be kinda suspicious, don't you think?" I managed to choke out. Tony smirked.

     "I'm not too concerned about what others find suspicious or not," Tony breathed, leaning his mouth to brush my ear lightly. A shiver ran up my spine and pinkened my cheeks. Tony's breathy laugh tickled my ear. I twitched to push against his chest, trying to keep him from tickling me further. Tony found this highly amusing, attaching his mouth to my neck. His breath, his facial hair, and his mouth mixing together to create a shivering feeling that left me gasping from laughter.

     "Tony! Stop!" I yelped, bringing up my hands to try and push his face away from me. Tony's laugh mixed with mine and our laughter filled the room. His hands roamed down to my hips where they continued their torturous assault. I shifted with pained laughter from this sudden assault. I wiggled around, kicking and flailing my arms to try and get free.