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The door knocked softly, in the small peacefulness that was manage to be captive in your home. You sat there, wanting to continue in your pityness and half of the wine stir in your glass, but really you knew once the knocking start—it wouldn't stop.
The knocking continued and you do a once over at the door, hanging your head out of the couch and hair sprawled out.
The glass clinked against the coffee table and your bare feet walking with a swinging dress flowing right behind.
A heavy, reluctant sigh slip out of you. You turn the door knob, and there you see his face behind the boquet of tulips and roses—pamper with brown parchment wrapped around and thorns appearing beneath the petals. He shifts the weight and peeks his head out, Tony's brown eyes finds you with lips smiling.
"No."
"Please, you haven't let me in--"
"And you think I'm planning too?"
"Well, you never had refuse before," Tony almost smirks but scold it with clearing his throat.
You stood there almost debating and trifling in your head, yet Tony steps in and you didn't block fast enough—or unless you didn't even try so much to push him off.
Tony had return from long party that was hosted by one of his recruited employees under Corinium. You didn't care enough for the party or what the business propositions behind it, only that you didn't wanted to be near the vicinity around it.
His dress shoes almost glided across the floor and Tony's peeks behind with his tailor black suit and nice red tie; arms stuffed with the bouquet.
"Already starting a party with the drinks I see," Tony eyes at the glasses on the table.
You didn't respond and walk back to the same worn out spot of your couch. Your legs kicked up and the satin of your dress pooling at your feet. Tony blinks at the strange silence and still held this stubborn grin, as if it could fake the rich tones he puts up in his image.
He shakes the bouquet to you, signaling for your gaze on his and gripping tightly from the stems. "These are for you. Thought they look lovely on your dining table."
You glance at the flowers and smell the same scent that had repeated by now. The hand of yours reaches out for them and he offer with that slight of smugness.
The couch creak and you walked, and walked more before turning to the kitchen. Tony follows behind quietly and notice how empty the place was, normally buzzing from the TV or records playing in the background.
The water began to run from the sink and Tony leans against the wall nearest to where you were, filling the vase with water to nourish the flowers.
"You should've been there," said Tony, "It was getting ridiculous once Paul Stratton and bloody James Verker were doing a horrible rendition of Rick James. Never let those two nowhere near the karaoke machine."
The scissors were in your hands and you begin to cut the long stems off in the right side of the sink, droplets hanging off from small thorns.
"The party was alright, but you can't really expect nothing much when Sarah can barely act as with her own show and being proper loyal wife to her husband," Tony walks around you and smiles almost in sick way. "All those men wrapped around that woman."
"And you should've seen the moment I got nearly Rupert hanging off low," Tony almost cackled and swept up his hands. "Being follow by all those journalists and munching gossipers. And all for him to reject that Minister of Sports postion and getting kicked out of Declan's den. Short lived of celebration."
Tony prance around in this soak up glory, realizing the pieces were connecting and falling all to his favor.
"Oh darling, if only you seen--"
You throw the flowers to the sink suddenly. All of them stuffed inside the by the small metal space but crushed from the throw you did; water slipping through locked leaves and drowning out the petals, poking out over the head of the sink.
Tony steps back for a second and quickly glanced at you, his eyes nearly glaring from the way you handle those expensive flowers but how you violently threw them away.
For a while it was only water rushing out of the faucet and the stillness between you too.
You closed off the water and shook your hands all wet. "You had enough about the planned revenge, Tony?"
"Planned revenge? You making me sound some old villain of a comic strip."
"You fit the credentials with the personality and looks of yours."
The scissors were push off somewhere in the counter and a flower fell off the sink.
Your shoulder pushes past Tony and walked over to the same couch for the glass of yours. With Tony stumbling from the hit of your shoulder and walking from behind you.
"Those flowers were your favorites--you've been talking off my ear for some fresh flowers in your cottage and you would harp about it--"
"Oh, so you do listen?" You fall back to the couch and eye at him with the glass to your lips. "Almost thought that was thing you never really learn ever."
"What the hell is going on with you? Are you pissed about what I did?"
"What haven't you done? Seems to me you want everyone else too feel your weak insecurities from miles away."
"It didn't mean anything with her--"
"You said that the last goddamn time," you stated, now pissed. "And you said it, I'm not your wife and I have no obligations to you."
"Not so true, I am your boss—and still am even as for right now," Tony clench his jaw and approached in stealth of a predator. "I can put you whatever I like and you still listen to me."
"And none of that involves with me kissing you!" You fumed at him. "And that also meant with Maude, but I suppose even old habits can't die so soon when your pants are already off you."
"Oh don't even," Tony hissed through his teeth.
"Don't even? You are the lunatic here creating some scheme because your pride took the better of you."
"They are against my entire life's work!" Tony raise his voice. "They know what it means to go against me and are accepting the fatalities they will face if they keep going like this. I have to prove to them that my program is no other, and even reach further than any bloody old UK married couples coupe into retirement homes!"
"And you'll continue to feel not satisfy with none of it, and you never will,Tony."
He didn't say much after but his chest begin to heave and through the dim lit of your home—you can see his jaw clenching.
"You're not my mistress."
"You are damm right about that," you snapped. "I'm not your wife neither your mistress. I rather have no title associated with your name."
"I disagree with that. It seems like you yourself can't even gain some self control to not even part away from me."
That made you tick off, because whether you like it or not there was linear truth into it.
"I have self control," the glass cup is slam down and you stand up.
"You didn't a couple weeks ago, not when I had you in my office late at night and all that sweet talking out of you--"
"You're the one who's here, crawling back to my door while you have your own goddamn women to spring to--a wife including!
"And none of that is your business," Tony steps in and almost at you. "My business opportunities and partnerships are for the sake of Corinium; all my property to worry. Your pretty brain shouldn't even spent a dime on none of that crap."
"And that includes you sleeping with them as well?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I am tied to you!" You shouted louder.
"Yeah? Well I'm tied to you as well!" Tony barks back. "That's why I came here with flowers and possibly dinner and drinks--"
"All in my home for no one to see? While all these pretty journalists and stars on your show get invited to these high star restaurants and I'm stuck here with some take out from Asian restaurant a few blocks away."
"Is that what you want, darling?" Tony quickly saids and inches closer to reach out for you, inkling back to this softness. "Find a nice restaurant, one with kind of food you like and take you back to your place and just--"
"Don't!" You yelled, shoving him a little more. "You'll take me back home and expect me to be fine with you just parading with some women?"
"You knew about this!"
"Yeah I did, and I don't care enough about your pity flowers or nice reastraunts to take you back anymore," the vision of yours warms in tears. "Not enough to even go and undress myself for you, and bare myself to be loved by you."
Tony steps back and half taken by your words, even yourself and these stung pains that ache in your chest—while this pit stay inside your throat.
You expect him to leave by now. The relationship had took a turn. It was supposed to be physical. None of this.
Your tremble hand raise to your scalp and you begin to walk around the couch.
"Go home, Tony."
The floorboards creak under your footsteps, just as his dress shoes move.
Tony instinctively reaches out for your arm and softly pulls you. You try to shrug it off but he held tighter grip to spin you back to him.
You struggled and move your face away for him not to get the chance to see you, letting your hair hide you away. Tony still pulled your arm and he leans down to kiss the side of your head covered and bare shoulder exposed.
Your hand lands on his chest to shove but it was weak attempt.
"C'mere," Tony softly saids, placing another kiss and searches where skin was shown for his lips to press. "I'm sorry, just--give me tonight? Just you and I?"
He pressed another kiss and grabbed your chin to face him. You twitch and grabbed his same hand by the wrist, not necessarily to push away but half glare at him.
Tony's fingers slowly settle on the bottom of your jaw and pulls you in. "I'll make it up for you. I can call in for some better food. I'll call Ginger and give us that rich old wine in the cellar back in my home."
He leans in kisses on your lips and murmers more. "C'mon, you know I only ever want to celebrate with you. Only you, I only ever want you, sweetheart."
Tony seals more kisses and you try to push away, a fist against his chest and slowly curling his black blazer into small ball as he kissed you.
"Tony, I mean it--"
"Please," his breath warm out into your lips and kisses your bottom lip, hands cascading to your waist and wrapping you around to him. "Please, for tonight. I'll make it up for you."
He held the small part of your back and slowly traveled his lips to below your jaw and neck, nipping on your skin and licking gently.
There was resistance and control under a bar, but not enough for you to inhale sharply and let his mouth leave hot kiss marks on your neck.
The two of you stumble near the kitchen and you manage to part away from him. Tony and you stare a half second, as you retrieve back to the kitchen for some escapism and half tempting back.
The flowers stuffed in the sink with drowned water and Tony following you back. You surrender as he came to you, kissing you a little heavier and hands on the bottom of your thighs to lift you up on the kitchen counter.
The back of your head hits against the counter and hands on his hair, while his were finding the zipper of your dress. Tony spreads out your legs and the dress half off as he pulled it off from you.
You helped him along and felt the drift of air hit half your naked top. A breeze to your skin had made you shiver and his heated hands to warm you up.
Your fingers and his were undoing his belt, mouth on yours and slipping his tongue to taste the shitty wine on your lips. Yet, Tony licks your lips as if you were sweet candy for him to greed over. All the way to your collarbone and to your chest to suck on your breasts.
You sucked up a muffle whine and hit the cabinet below with the heel of your foot. Tony lower himself to the kitchen tiles, on his knees as he licked you from your stomach and lower than your navel. His calloused hands pulling your underwear and eyes eating the whole vision of you, red in the face and the counter panting.
You steady yourself a hand on his shoulder and you tremble. "Tony—"
A large wet patch was printed on your panties. All soak up and pulsating for Tony to glance and almost grin wide, all his smugness reaching back to him.
"Don't even," you huffed out of breath..
"I didn't say a word, darling," Tony rips off your underwear and grabs your leg to hook on his shoulder.
He pulls you by your thighs and you slumped, only for his tongue making strides against you and by then you straighten up—gasping and muffled by sweet whimpers.
Tony's head buried between your legs and continues to lick and slowly use his saliva to make you even more wet. Soon finding that little bud and making you tremble, and thrust your hips for to give his dirty mouth better access.
The bottom of your lip is aching under the nip of your teeth biting and the nipples of yours tight, closing off those sweet moans. Your legs tighten and tremble, breaths stuttering and gasping.
"T-Tony—"
His lips pulled away and he was panting out of breath, mouth all red and hair all skew. Tony looks up to you with his puppy brown eyes and climbs back up on his feet. His tall figure looming over once again and his hard member imprinted through his trousers.
Your foot hiked up against his thigh to his hard cock through his pants. Tony shivered and nearly groaned. You were planning ahead and pulling off his belt; unbuckling and unbuttoning them off.
Tony cups your face and made sure you were staring him only, while your hands were pushing off his pants and freeing his cock. He kisses you and kisses you—deepening it all onto you at once as he slid inside of you slick.
"Fuck—ah—"
You moan inside his mouth and his hands pining yours to the cabinet wall. Tony hold back his volume but kissed you to avoid his groaning. His thrusts were steady and soft, melting once he felt how tight and wet you were, that you were more than anything just needy.
Tony thrusts deeper and you inhale sharply for the moan to become sharp as well. His hand went limp from pinning to your hand and tightening around your thighs to thrust faster in you. Your head bumped to the cabinet wall, and kept doing so as he fucked you.
Then he slowly slips his hand in and through the slick mess finds your clit to circle in.
Your fingers dug into his back shoulder blades and nipples brushing against his expensive suit that was soon to be wrinkled.
"Tony I'm—I'm—"
"I know—I know, just hold on, sweetheart."
He was getting frantic with his thrusts and chasing after his pleasure and yours. His fingers tremble against your clit but he fasten. You put your hand in there to do on your own but he grabs your hand pinned it back.
Your arch back and your legs enclosed around him to stay inside of you. Tony tilt his head and his tie loose all around from his vest. He parted his lips to catch his breath and you begin to thrust back for more.
Stars appeared in your blackened vision and your moans—loud and unfiltered for how you cum all over his pulsated cock. Tony follow right behind, body trembling and his fingers indent to your thighs, and came right inside of you as well. Your head hit the back wall again for the last time and he slumped over you.
All sweat underneath your naked bum and his suit smelling scent of your guys finishing line. Your head carried on his shoulder and slowly his hand right behind to touch.
You blink your eyes open to see Tony eyeing you all flushed in sweat on the kitchen counter.
He was disheavled in his crumpled suit but smirk lazily through his pants of breath. He kissed you soft on the shoulder before leaning in to your lips.
"Told you I make it up to you."