Nap Time for Tony
“Red isn’t the team color. You know that.”
He was cranky and irritable. Gem checked her bio-watch. 49 hours 37 minutes since he was up, Friday morning, sucking down his Jamba Juice. No sleep since.
“Black and blue. Only.” He continued to whine.
He was rubbing and stroking her in that way, wanting her to placate him, but still refusing to allow her to soothe him. He wanted to continue to work, his body giving out.
Gem knew in this state he’d continue to tinker, but as the hours without sleep continued, the productivity would be questionable. The wrong roads taken would be more frequent. Precious energy would be wasted.
As one of the mental mainframes of Shield, Tony Stark was a precious commodity, needing to be in top condition. Bruce Banner was his intellectual counterpoint. They together were the medulla-cerebrum and cerebellum of the Shield universe, and imperative to future peace.
Briefly, Gemini wondered who her counterpart was, who likely was placating Banner much in the same fashion as she was Tony, now.
That would certainly require a agent special skill set, she thought.
Tony Stark was a magnificent, fragile processor that needed the utmost care.
And he was not the person to ensure it. That’s when they assigned Gemini to him.
“When are you turning in, baby?” She asked him softly, sweetly.
“Black. Only black. Some blue. Dark, midnight blue, electric blue. Or a variation there of. Like this.” He tapped the reactor. He was avoiding her questions.
When she had been recruited for this most specialized assignment, she had been assigned her code name, StarkGemini. When she first came to work for him, he insisted on butchering her name, calling her Agent Stark, moon in Gemini, and other such ridiculous variations.
He did have a pronounced asinine side to him, but eventually he came to depend on her, relying on her for most everything. With his increasing dependence on her, the acronym morphed from “StarkGemini” to “Gemini”, then simply “Gem”, his favorite name for her.
He felt Gem fit her, because to him, she was priceless.
Like a toddler avoiding his nap, he was agitated, avoiding her eye contact. His comments were becoming nonsensical as he refused for her to touch him.
He was spoiled, she knew.
Gemini continued to stroke and soothe him, ignoring the static from his mouth. Her hands slipped under his back tank, stroking the silken skin, feeling his warmth. His flat belly tightened, the muscles rippling to her touch, like a tight drum skin vibrating energy. Tony’s eyelids sunk without his control, feeling the warm sensation of her loving touch.
“Common baby. Let me make you feel better.” she cooed softly. He stood, stoic, his chin defiantly jutted, but his eyes closed heavily again, his hands to her searching.
She knew he relinquished supreme control only under the rarest of circumstances.
She moved in slowly, and leisurely kissed his cheek. He stood ramrod still, but his breathing changed. Gem felt this was the green light to continue. She read him so well after these many months. He was a tough nut to crack she thought.
She definitely earned her salary.
Licking her lips within his vision, she moved to his mouth, eating at his lips with hers, enticing him with her warm, wet tongue. She knew he wouldn’t refuse this.
Tony groaned quietly, opening his mouth to her, gulping her down with his lapping tongue. He was so tactile, his lips moving beyond the perimeter of her mouth, his tongue lapping at her mouth, her teeth„ her wet lips. He forgot his protest, now, and took charge here, too, his hands splayed as he grabbed and held her to him.
She was an assistant, but Gemini thought more of herself as a Stallion “tease”, where Tony Stark’s most important value was not for biological procreation, but for intellectual and emotionally intelligent procreation. The sex was inspiring to him, serving multiple purposes: inspiration, calm, and would help him to switch mental gears and hopefully enable him to find much needed sleep.
To truly inspire, Sex for Tony must be carnal. Graphic. Hard and rough.
He needed his attention jolted.
He pushed her down onto the work table, grasping her thighs and pulling her forward to meet his pelvis. It mattered not that she was still fully dressed.
“Fuck Levi” he grunted. With a box cutter he sliced through the crotch of her jeans with the skill and finesse of a brain surgeon. The cool air to her saturated pussy drove her crazy.
Gem had discovered shortly after she began that the table had been engineered to this specific height, and secretly the thought thrilled her.
She knew that this ‘task’ was a necessary part of ‘the job’, but fuuuck...she loved this duty. Already, she was so fucking wet for him she knew he’d have no trouble penetrating her with that thick blunt weapon he packed in his black jeans.
Already he was over her, greedily thrusting in her, as she gripped the edge of the cold table, the inferno between her legs igniting her like nothing else she’d experienced in her life-in work or play. She bucked up against him, urging his hard banging against her soft parts. He grunted with each thrust, brutal, primal. It felt like he was fucking her with a white-hot steel telephone pole, she stretching to fit him, feeling his blunt impact deep within her. She couldn’t restrain herself any longer, she gasped, cursing the day he was born because he felt so fucking good.
“Goddamned that cock of yours, To..” she gasped, unable to even finish, as the brutal pleasure took her.
“Fuck your fucking ass..” she spat, between gritted teeth, as he mounted the side of the table with his right muscular thigh, not only fucking her completely, but his hard dick stroking her sideways, raking the sensitive nerve endings in her pussy left generally untouched by any other man. Gem flooded cream in response, her lips dry, her mouth parched, silently cursing him still…Tony knew the talk was just that, because he was gliding so easily in and out, her sweet hole such a refuge for him, her soothing slick wetness a balm for him.
The trash talk was fucking making him explode too, of course.
“Okay, honey, I want you to cum. You up for it, or do I make you?” he spat at her, through gritted teeth.
Gem opened her eyes wide, shaking her head at him.”
“No! I will.” she quickly answered. She began to massaging her clit, but it took less than three circles to the node before she crashed against him, rocking and arching with his pole still thrusting.
“Oh, shit!” she moaned, gasping as he continued to thrust violently against her.
Tony pulled her hips close against him, and banged hard, fast. He groaned as he shuddered, his brow furrowed. Gritting teeth, his nostrils flaring, he grunted as he came hard within her, grasping the table to hold himself firmly in her. He continued to bump and rock against her, slowing eventually, his expression relaxing.
Gem could see sleep quickly overtaking his sweet face. He leaned over her, looking at her. His expression was sleepy and loving.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” he asked softly. His handsome eyes were dark, his eyelids quite heavy.
“I plan everything, she said, smiling at him. He leaned down, and worshiped her mouth with his lips, his kiss a masterpiece- as they all were.
Tony stood and zipped, then walked slowly to the sofa in the shop. He sat and briefly stared straight ahead, then flopped over on his left side. He pulled the KISS pillow under his head, but his eyes were already closed.
Gem got up, and shucked the mangled jeans off her hips, kicking them into a corner. Bare-bottomed, she walked over to him and covered him with the Iron Man throw he had on the back of the sofa. Gem grabbed a clean fender cover from the box in the shop, and fashioned herself a wrap skirt, tying the corners to secure the covering. Then she spoke to the empty room.
“Gemini Override. Jarvis”
Yes, ma’am.” Jarvis answered.
“See that he gets no interruptions. Slumber protocol.”
Gemini walked over and kissed his head. She softly whispered to him.
“I’m more of a team player than you think, baby. Sweet dreams.”