The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires & Callys)
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				Title: <strong>The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 11:08:06</strong>
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				((Tony Stark/Iron Man and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widows are characters and concepts belonging to Stan Lee, Marvel and many others; borrowed for entertainment value, not profit.))<br><br><br>The door of the Jaguar opened and he stepped out. Almost immediately, flashes started to crackle in the streets. They were reflecting on the XJ220 silver Jaguar and Tony Stark moved one hand up, and wave it towards the paparazzi...Hmm no, the reporters, he corrected in his mind.<br><br>The business man was wearing a black tuxedo, a white blouse underneath and a bow tie. Custom made by the Armani's designers, it was perfectly fitting his frame. The flash from the cameras were reflecting against his sportscar and in the street, soon followed by the "reporter's" voices calling him, so he would look in their direction and give them a good picture. In front of him, steps and a red carpet leading to the Hilton's Hotel that was the location chosen for the Charity Event. He gave a circular look so all people waiting to take pictures would be satisfied, and then held the keys of his car to a young man who had waited until now to park the vehicle.<br><br>"Go easy with her..this " he said with a smile. His right hand would then reach the inner pocket of his jacket, checking for the presence of the invitation to enter the Hotel. There was going to be an auction this night. All participants to the charity were wealthy people, accompanied or not, and have been asked to bring with them an item to be sold. The money offered to win the bid would be turned into a funding for the charity organization. It was a way to push up the biddings and so give more money for the charity, rather than just a donation.<br><br>Approaching the red carpet and the stairs, as if he was under a strobe, Tony walked to approach the Hotel's entrance and his main hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 04:52:46</strong>
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				Natasha was already mixing with the other big names at the auction. She had been stopped a number of times by men half-way to drunk asking for her hand on the dance floor. She had taken up a few of them, some as a self-indulgence, some as a way to pass the time. Her real mark was Tony Stark and she had studied him and his habits enough that she knew he would be "fashionably" late. The man loved to make a scene.<br><br>Dressed in a tight strapless black gown with a small fortune's worth of matching diamond jewelry, the young woman made sure to stand out just enough to catch eyes, yet blend in enough to not be remembered. To the charity, she was an heiress to a Russian oil fortune, come to America to support children, or puppies, or any of the other charities Tony Stark claimed to support. To men, she was a potential acquisition. To Tony Stark... well. That would remain to be seen. In reality she was a super-soldier raised for her Mother Country of Russia. At the time, she was a communist soviet experiment. Now, she was still working for them, but starting to challenge her beliefs. They believed Stark Industries was an absolute threat to their many industries. However, after completing her thorough research on the man, she was not entirely sure. She wanted to test her own theories before acting.<br><br>As Tony approached the main hall of the hotel, Natasha waited for him to come to her. She knew he eventually would. His proclivities were almost as famous as his business acumen, and she had deliberately chosen the tight dress, in order to show off her own... acumen. Smiling to herself as she took another sip of her vodka martini, Natasha waited for her mark to make his rounds and spring her trap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 20:02:02</strong>
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				The invitation was indeed there, inside the jacket of his tuxedo along with his personal belongings, the pass to enter his mansion, his ID and the credit cards . It was a small envelope containing a pass to enter. On that pass there was also a number he could use for the auction, to make the different offers and stay anonymous if he wanted. Some people would prefer it that way, call a waiter or a waitress to make the bids in his or her name, using only that number. Indeed, some people were better off the medias, even if the offer made to win the bid was enormous, even if it was to bring them a moment of admiration, or fame.<br>Tony was not that kind of person. Already half the way in the stairs to reach the Hotel main hall, he turned around and smiled once more to the reporters, the TV cameras...it was a game he liked to play. The medias liked him and allowed him, in part, to build a reputation of solid businessman, genius and yet close to other people. With flaws, qualities, and with his...desires.<br>He opened his arms, holding them up, on each sides and a murmur spread in the crowd beneath him. Giving them his usual smile, Tony spoke loud enough so the journalists could hear. "You didn't think I would go in there alone..."<br>Two beautiful creatures, stepped quickly from the crowd and up the stairs, to place themselves under each of his arms. Wearing gowns revealing their curves, the women smiled brightly as flashes started to crackle again. <br>That is how he entered the main hall of the Hotel, with his hands on the hips of two beautiful brunettes, walking with high heels as if they were on a runway, smiling at the audience and with gowns attracting the eyes of the men around, more particularly at the level of their cleavages.<br>Tony had presented his invitation, and as soon as he had come in, his eyes had wondered on the people who were waiting for the auction to begin.<br>Soon enough, Tony's eyes fell on the red headed woman standing alone, and he smiled to her. If he came with two beautiful women who had attracted the eyes upon his entrance, compared to the woman he was now looking at, they seemed more than common.<br>He whispered, leaning his head so both brunettes could hear.<br><br>"Ladies, please enjoy the party and get me something to drink will you...?"<br><br>He tapped softly on their hips, and arranged his bow tie, approaching from Natasha. He didn't even look back at the women who came with him, his blue eyes only looking at Natasha.<br><br>"How is it possible you're standing there with no company at all lady ??" he asked her "I'm Tony Stark".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 17:50:23</strong>
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				Natasha smiled as Tony entered with two brunettes in his arms. Apparently the man was as predictable as he was wealthy. She stopped watching him after his grand entrance, playing the part of arrogant heiress, and took another sip of her now almost empty drink. She was lucky in that her super-serum allowed her to consume more alcohol before becoming drunk, something that the men in her country deemed a necessity in a super-soldier. As she was setting the glass back on the table she was standing at, her long fingernails colored red to match her lipstick, she looked up as the man she was stalking approached. <br><br>She smiled shyly when he introduced himself, looking as though she were surprised such a man would approach her. "I come to your country alone, Mr. Stark. Therefore I am alone at charity." She exaggerated her accent, hoping to appear more innocent and fresh from the boat as possible, and more likely to be taken advantage of. "I am Natasha, daughter of Nikolai Plushenko and heiress to Plushenko Petrolium." She extended her hand to him, looking into his really rather handsome face and deep blue eyes, with her own blue eyes. She could understand why the women went so crazy for him.
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				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 21:46:03</strong>
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				Tony's eyes moved along Natasha's body, from her legs and then up, following the line of her chest, of her neck and finally her blue eyes. The smile on his face never left him, and he listened to the woman with attention. Her accent led him to believe she was coming from Russia, as her name and the mention of Plushenko Petrolium. Tony Stark had heard about that consortium, a powerful and prosper industry producing lot of wealth. The fact that the heiress of that consortium came to participate in a charity event, impressed Tony a lot.<br><br>"<em>Privet</em>, Natasha..." <br><br>He moved his right hand slowly, and offered his palm so Natasha can place her own hand inside. Then, Tony will lean his head down, and guide Natasha's hand up. While the back of the woman's hand was approaching his mouth, he kept his eyes in hers, almost sinking in these sapphire eyes which were mirror of her beauty. The lips of his mouth barely touched the skin of Natasha's hand. Tony then straightened again and released her hand. <br><br>"...<em>vy ochen' krasivy</em>."<br><br>He smiled again, observing her reactions to the use of her own tongue, before adding in his native language: "It's an honor to have you participate in this event...I will be pleased to assist you since you are alone..." Tony looked around and waved at a waitress amongst the crowd, the woman was holding a plate with Champagne. As she approached, Tony asked to Natasha: "I see your glass is empty, would you like some Champagne ? or something else ?" Already he had taken two glasses in his hands" ..The auction will not begin immediately, will you participate ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 03:48:29</strong>
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				Natasha was mildly surprised when he spoke to her in her native language. She had thought of him more of a intelligent billionaire playboy than a man-of-the-world businessman. Allowing a small smile to pass her lips, she replied to his greeting in her own language. "//A pleasure, Mr. Stark. You speak Russian very well for an American.//" He took her hand and she watched him as he kept his beautiful blue eyes on her own and kissed her hand. Natasha thought it was a bit forward of him to be so overtly flirting with her at this stage of the game, but she reminded herself that he was not looking at Natalia Romanova; he was flirting with the single daughter of an oil tycoon. How many other women had he bedded in the name of business relations?<br><br>She had to enforce her self-discipline as he gallantly offered to assist her at the auction, thinking that this would be far too easy. Before the night was over she could be an invited guest in the bedroom of the very house she had been planning on breaking into later.&nbsp; When he handed her a glass of champagne, she accepted it and smiled. "In Russia, we drink vodka, not Champagne, but I suppose this will do."<br><br>"My father wishes for much benefit to children." She said, as a means of answering his question as to whether she would participate in the charity or not. Then she smiled coyly. "You do, as well? Or you just wish to pose for camera with busty women? I will not disappoint there, I think."
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				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 19:17:45</strong>
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				He gave a smile at the waitress and held the glass of champagne up, taking a sip of the gold sparkling drink. The coldness of the champagne as well as the rich taste of the alcohol made him smile in appreciation. He listened to Natasha speaking in her native tongue, realizing that his accent must have been quite terrible. Tony understood Russian better than he spoke it, yet she complimented him. That made him believe that his attempt to impress the heiress did work. <br>He was used to meet young wealthy women, easy to charm. Taking on this seducing role during events such as this one was a second nature for him, the public face of Tony Stark. A face that opened several doors and lead people to think he was superficial, when he was far from it. At first he was pleased to see that he could attract Natasha's attention like this. Most of the women he had met, after such a talk and the use of their own language would be ready to fall in his arms. But she seemed different, and her last question surprised Tony.<br><br>There was something in her attitude, in her eyes, that didn't fit with the context. He had seen and met rich party girls, sent there by their family to spend money and give to their family's name -in that case Plushenko- a good reputation. They were more exuberant, not as involved as she seemed to be. They would have an attitude closer to the one Tony had. An attitude that he had chosen to hide his true feelings or goals. But Natasha had stayed there, alone, drinking and quiet while an army of rich single men could be at her feet. After the words she spoke to him, Tony moved his glass down and the smile he usually exhibited faded a little.<br>Eventually Natasha could see behind the mask of the rich business man, something very much like regret and sadness. His technology has been used for making advanced weaponry, behind his back yes, but he should have seen it coming. He finally had put an end to this, but it was at times like an open wound.<br>"Posing for the media is one thing. The public face is one thing I play with...but this event is about reality."<br><br>Had she asked these questions as a way to probe his mind ? <br><br>"Natasha, I guarantee you that your presence has been noted by several playboys here." Curiously enough, he was not putting himself amongst these kind of playboys anymore. He gave a circular look and what he saw confirmed that they were observed by people only waiting for Tony or Natasha to be alone so they can come along one of them.<br>He sighed as he noticed the two brunettes holding glasses in their hands and looking for him. It won't be long for them to notice where he was, and now he was not so much in a mood to stay with them. <br><br>"A dance ?"<br>Tony turned around and his eyes fell at the level of another bow-tie. In front of him a massive, large and taller man wearing a white tuxedo had approached and was speaking to Natasha. "Come on chick... I saw how you were leering at me.." The man had apparently been drinking more than he could handle. He ran one hand inside his blond hair and that move only made him step back. His breath could explain alone how drunk the man was.<br><br>"Come on chick...One dance.." the man moved one hand to grab Natasha's wrist and try to pull her closer to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 02:52:12</strong>
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				Natasha was slightly surprised to see Tony drop his playboy act for a moment. So, he did have a conscience. Not with the bedroom exploits, perhaps, but something about his business ethics bothered him and he honestly believed in this charity. The Russian spy chalked up a point for herself. She wasn't nearly done in her investigation, but so far it was looking as though she had a better idea of the man than her employers. She also realized through his change in demeanor that she was already acting differently than a normal girl in her position. Still, she decided that not playing a complete bimbo was a good thing. The night could still go her way if she continued her suave coy manner... the sacrifice being that he might remember her better in the long run. <br><br>At his comment about being noticed, Natasha smiled. "It would seem so." She had also recognized the looks the two of them were getting; women getting ready for a cat-fight and men downing more amounts of liquid courage. The spy was about to comment further about how it seemed as though they were protecting each other from intrusion when a large man proved her wrong. He was obviously drunk and had been one of the many giving her glances all night. At first, she ignored him, concentrating on Tony and hoping he would be smart enough to get the picture that she was not available. When he reached for her wrist, she easily pulled it away from his slow grasp and gave him a haughty cold stare, worthy of an aristocrat's spoiled daughter. "No. Go bother someone else. Those two look like they want attention." She indicated the two brunettes Tony had ditched earlier, both looking in the same direction as the three of them. "Maybe they give you something more than dance..."<br><br>She sincerely hoped he would attach to that idea, as she really did not want to get physical in front of all these people. If she kept character, she would be forced to wait for Tony to save her, if he even would, or else agree and dance with the bastard. In reality she wanting nothing more than punch him until he was unconscious as a warning to the others for daring to mess with her. Sometimes the life of a spy was frustratingly difficult. 
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				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 19:02:32</strong>
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				Tony's hand tightened around the glass of Champagne, now half empty, that he was holding. He knew the man who invited himself between him and Natasha, like most of the people assembled here. Football player. A defensive linebacker of the New York Giants. He was larger and more massive than Tony, wearing a white tuxedo that seemed to be too fragile for any brutal move the man would do. It was fitting his frame to the point that if he wanted to move his arm up, the costume may crack. <br>Tony looked back at Natasha's face, thus making his head move back down, as she snapped her wrist away from the football player's hand. The man looked surprised at first, and then her words did seem to angry him. <br><em>Of course</em>, Tony thought, <em>she doesn't know him, not sure any NY Giants games are broad casted on Russian TV...maybe if she had known him she would have been less direct...</em> <br><br>"What? I choose whoever gets to see, touch or please my shaft... I CHOOSE!!!" <br><br>Tony took a sip of his glass of Champagne as the football player's voice was rising. He observed Natasha and noticed the look in her eyes: determination, maybe anger even. But what was more surprising was to see how the woman was impervious to fear. She wasn't even impressed while the men and women the closest from them had already started to walk away.<br>Even, the two brunettes Tony came with had stopped approaching from him and Natasha. Both had heard what Natasha implied and were backing away to avoid the intruder's attention. That attention was anyway still focused on Natasha.<br><br>"I choose you sweetie. You come and dance and then suck my.."<br><br>"Alright, that's enough." Tony said approaching from the man. "I happen to know the owner of your team buddy.. if you don't want to have career ending problem you just stop talking now, go back home and take a cold shower. We agree right ?" <br>He waited for the man's answer, but if looked closely, one can see that the hand holding his glass had tightened again, to the point that Tony's knuckles were turning red and the glass was slightly&nbsp; trembling. The football player kept his eyes locked on Tony, trying to both impress the business man and guess if he was serious or not.<br><br>"Pfff!! F-YOU..." the football player said, walking back unsteadily to annoy someone else.<br><br>Tony's eyes followed the man for a few seconds, to make sure he was indeed moving away, then he whispered to Natasha. "Sorry about that, he's just drunk...are you alright ? Maybe some fresh air and privacy ? I do need a break of this crowd." He put his now empty glass on a table and held his hand so she can take it if she wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 01:24:51</strong>
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				The man's words made Natasha change from wanting to punch him, to wanting to kill him. How dare he think that she were some sex slave only for his bidding. Who the hell did he think he was? And worst of all, how many spineless whores had submitted to him for him to think that acting this way around women was completely acceptable, in public no less, even if drunk. If Tony wasn't sure whether he was seeing Natasha angry, she was a better actress than she thought, especially at controlling her inner rage.<br><br>Tony stepped in a moment before Natasha could enact her plan of breaking her champagne glass and slamming it into the bastard's eye. For a split second, her rage was further prodded because of another man having to "rescue" her from the threat, but she quickly hid this behind the façade of her character, who probably wouldn't have become as physically violent as Natasha wanted to get. She calmed down as she listened to Stark speak, quickly understanding that the asshole was apparently a member of a sports team, which would explain why he thought his behavior was acceptable. Athletes could always get away with anything; that was a similarity between her home country and the one she was in currently. Luckily, Tony's threat was enough to make the larger man go away and by the time he had turned back to her, she was back completely in character.<br><br>She was looking at her glass as if she didn't know how to handle the situation now that it had escalated this far. Tony whispered to her and she nodded to both his question about her state of being and the idea of some fresh air. "That would be welcome, please." <br><br>The Russian woman took his hand and allowed him to guide her through the hotel to an outdoor balcony. There where still a few people milling about, but it was mostly couples and everyone looked as though they were completely engaged with their partner, not even looking up as Tony and Natasha entered. The gentle breeze carried a chill of the ocean air on it, causing Natasha to shiver a little in her tight shoulder-less dress. Still, she smiled at the man still holding her hand. "Thank you for saving me from that man, Mr. Stark."
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				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 20:41:50</strong>
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				Tony held her hand and almost immediately frowned at that touch. <br>As his fingertips contacted her skin, and wrapped around her hand, he could feel the tension in the muscles of her forearm, her blood rhythm that had increased, as he could feel her heartbeats very fast at the level of her wrist.<br>Even her tone had changed, and was a little lower than before. Of course, Tony couldn't know that this change in Natasha's attitude was because of her anger at the man who had been so insulting to her. He couldn't know it was because she simply wanted to kill the bastard but for the sake of her cover had to control herself. No, on the contrary, Tony thought that this encounter had destabilized the woman to a higher level than he had first imagined. He believed that she was scared, and hurt. <br>They entered an outdoor balcony, and Tony gave a couple of smiles at the people there, enjoying the night and the cool ocean air. All the people there were engaged in a discussion with their partners -most were couples- and almost flirting. One was there caressing the bare shoulder of a woman who blushed at the touch, another woman was leaning seductively her body against a column, arching her back and making her partner smile wide...<br><br>Tony approached one extremity of the balcony where they would be more isolated and turned around to face Natasha. He saw her smile and still holding her hand, he heard how she thanked him for his decision to help her. He wanted to reassure and comfort her. He smiled back saying:<br><br>"You know what the funny thing is ? I told the guy I knew the owner of that football team, the New York Giants. Well, I don't..."<br>Indeed, this had been a bluff that the football player believed in. Tony Stark's reputation had been useful once more. It didn't surprise the football player that Tony could know the person sending him paychecks every months or so. That stayed in the realm of the possible for the football player and he didn't take the chance to doubt that Tony was telling the truth. But in reality, that would have been quite a coincidence that amongst all the people present here, of all football teams existing, there was one person, friend with the owner of the right football team, present at the right moment, at the right place.<br>He smiled again, visibly happy to have been able to bluff the large man. Not letting go Natasha's hand, Tony's blue eyes noticed the shiver that ran through her spine as another cool breeze reached out for them. He slowly moved, walking around her in circle, as if he was starting a court, still guiding Natasha's hand in the air. He walked around her until he was standing in her back, and then placed her hand, with his hand on top of it, on her left shoulder. Her arm would be bent across her chest, and Tony would be behind her. His chest would be moving slowly with his breathing, and brushing her back, her shoulder-blades. His face in her neck, Tony would move his free hand on her right hip. Just flattening it on her flesh. There was numerous ways to prevent a woman from shivering, or having goosebumps due to the cold. Especially women wearing such tight dresses not covering their upper shoulders like Natasha was. He moved closer to her so she could feel his presence brushing her lower back. <br>Now goosebumps may appear, but they won't be due to the cold anymore.<br><br>"Are you cold ? do you want to go back in" Tony whispered in her ear, very very low, his breath flirting with her skin in the crease of her neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 21:23:08</strong>
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				Natasha was not really surprised to hear that Tony lied to the football player. She also had found the odds of him knowing the exact people to be slight, but figured that he probably had enough contacts to make it happen, whether he knew the correct people personally or not. Business deals were often forged through friends of friends of friends, at least in her experience they were. While not a businesswoman by trade, she had spent enough time with the government to be familiar with bureaucracy. She smiled, though, as if she appreciated the joke. <br><br>As another stiff breeze caused her to shiver, she raised an eyebrow at Tony, watching him circle her slowly to end behind her. She gracefully leaned her head to the opposite side of his on her neck, her smile going to half a smirk. The Russian figured the Playboy would get to the major flirting once they were alone and she was not disappointed. The feeling of his hand on her hip as well as his manhood stirring behind her made her really smirk and she gently leaned against him, letting his warmth envelop her like a blanket. She pressed her shoulders back against his chest, causing her breasts to push out further, nipples already hard because of the cold and his lips near her neck.<br><br>Letting herself moan softly, she gripped his hand on her left shoulder harder, allowing him to feel the slight sheen of sweat he was causing her palm come in contact with him. "I think..." She stopped, letting another soft moan escape her lips, "I think I like it out here, Mr. Stark." She couldn't deny that he knew exactly how to turn her on and was enjoying the feelings coursing through her, but was absolutely keeping in mind that this was business and not completely pleasure. She could not lose herself to him, no matter what. <br><br>Taking his hand from her shoulder, she turned her head and kissed his index finger with her bright red lips, then brought it slowly inside her warm wet mouth, circling her tongue around the end in an extremely lude gesture.
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				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 20:11:18</strong>
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				Tony's face turned slightly to watch Natasha as she moved her head on the opposite side of his. Her moans and posture turned him on even more than he was already. He felt her ass gently pressing against him and at the level of his manhood, a pleasing warmth had started to spread in his body. She made the first move. He has kept brushing her frame with his chest or sex, as an invitation for her to feel more. And she had wanted it. His fingers extended slowly and closed one after the other on her hip before pulling her more brutally close to him. His shaft had started to grow, it was pulsing under his clothes, and soon an impressive bulge would be pressed against her. Tony gently moved, rolling his hips so that his growing member would be placed between the cheeks of her ass.<br><br>She has taken his hand, the one he had left to rest on her shoulder, with a strength, an appetite that made Tony smile. Through her dress he had felt her flesh contracting as he had spoken in her ear, and now he had a good idea of how tense she was. He let her kiss his index finger, and bit his lip as she took it inside her mouth.<br>The warmth of her tongue moving along his finger, the expertise she was showing with every single move of that tongue, how she was able to make it swirl and flicker, made Tony shiver and started a fire within him. She had turned her face and her blue eyes were staring at him, and she could see how wide his smile was now. She had leaned herself against his chest and now could feel Tony's cock hard as steel, growing even more while she was naughtily playing with his finger. <br>Tony's eyes moved down along her face, leaving the blue of Natasha's pupils to follow the line of her jaw and look at the soft moves of her mouth, her lips opening and closing while she was teasing him. His eyes kept traveling down the side of her neck and on her chest. The dress she was wearing was not covering her shoulders and from where he was he had a delicious sight of her cleavage.<br>The hand that was still on her hip then moved. His palm left that spot, but kept touching her flesh. His skin running on her dress produced a soft sound, caressing her side. Tony's hand will reach her belly, and then cup her right breast. His palm pressed against her soft flesh a few seconds and his face moved to come closer to her ear. His breath was slow and soft. Tony parted the lips of his mouth making wet sound and his tongue darted out to touch Natasha's earlobe, licking it slowly, until finally Tony's mouth closed and he started to nibble on it.<br>The position of his hand, on her breast, will then change to approach the center of her tit, until with his palm brushing her, he could feel the hard nipple hiding underneath the fabric of her dress. Tony would then place his thumb against the base of her nipple while his index would close on the opposite side of that hard nip, literally trapping it between his fingers. Through her dress he will softly press that most sensitive area of Natasha's bosom, making small pumping moves, until he finally started to maker her nipple roll.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callys</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 21:42:03</strong>
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				Natasha was nearly entranced by the deep blue of Tony's eyes, and her lips curved into a smile around his finger. She slowly moved her hips, causing the tight fabric covering her ass to rub against the nearly tight fabric of the bulge in his tuxedo pants. As his other hand cupped her breast, she leaned her head and pushed her ass back further, letting a small moan of pleasure escape her. She opened her mouth and coaxed Tony's middle finger inside as well, then drew both fingers deep into her warm mouth and began to suck them hard. She felt the thin black thong she was wearing grow moist and wanted to take this to a new place where they could get down to business. She didn't think that removing her dress on the balcony would go over with the benefit staff very well and knew that there would be no other way for Tony to get to the other places she wanted him to while wearing it. <br><br>Just as those thoughts passed through her head, a blissful lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her entire body thanks to how Tony was rolling her nipple through the material of the dress. She gasped around the fingers deep in her mouth and immediately moaned, knees going weak and making her ass rub hard against him. The feeling was perfect, just the right amount of pressure trapping the hard bud between his fingers. She needed more and threw caution about where they were to the wind by pushing his hand away and pulling the top of the dress down so that it was under her breasts. Due to the nature of the dress she was not wearing a bra and the tightness of the dress underneath her breasts helped to push them up further. Closing her eyes and leaning her head completely on him, she replaced his hand back onto the hard nipple he had been playing with and stuck her chest out further, inviting him to take complete advantage of the new situation.<br><br>With her other hand, she reached back behind her to the bulge against her ass and started rubbing him through the material, intending to drive him a little more wild. She wanted him to loose himself at least a little while with her, so that she could steal the keycard for his house, just in case he did not take her back with him tonight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Heroine and the Man in Armor (Mainsnoires &amp; Callys)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mainsnoires</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 18:21:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony's nibbling on Natasha's earlobe was soft and her reaction made him close his eyes. He was biting her softly, almost pulling on her earlobe while the tip of his tongue was dancing, licking the woman's flesh. His nose was taking in her scent, and he was soon intoxicated by her perfume. The feeling of the cheeks of her ass moving against his manhood, that was had as steel and perfectly placed against Natasha's butt, was making him even more excited and willing to hear her moan.<br>Through the fabric of her dress, her flesh was toyed by Tony's fingers, his palm was against her right breast, pressing against the soft mound of her tit, making it bounce slightly as he was making her nipple roll between his thumb and index finger.<br><br>Her gasp and reaction made Tony move a little in her back. He released her earlobe and felt her sucking on not only one but two fingers. He caressed the side of her face with his cheek, his goatee eventually scratching a little her soft and milky skin. His eyes still closed, he heard the soft sound of the fabric of Natasha's dress sliding against her skin, before she arched her back once more, pushing her perfect, round ass further against him. But now, there was something more, and it made Tony gasp at his turn. Her hand was pressed between his legs, and sliding up and down along his hardened cock.<br>By doing so, Natasha will have an idea of the large size and length of Tony's manhood. Her hand stroking him made his entire body tense, shower her how excited and sensitive Tony was getting. He growled in her ear, and allowed one hand to move on her exposed chest once more. This time, his palm will caress her bare skin, from her right shoulder, down, until it reached her breast. The strong hand of the billionaire will press against Natasha's bosom, and as she offered herself more, Tony's thumb will circle around the base of Natasha's right nipple. Around the areola, just to feel how hard it was. Making it roll against his thumb, digging the nail of his thumb in her flesh and up along her erected nip, Tony will then use his medium finger to entrap it once more. Using his index finger he will make it twirl all the while he was pinching, pulling on it.<br>Willing to make her body jolt and scream, Tony will pull his wet fingers out of Natasha's wet mouth and execute the same delicious torment on her other nipple. Yet this time, his medium and index fingers would be wet from the action of Natasha's mouth.<br>Thus, warm, wet fingers, would move around the base of her nipple then pull on it, make it roll, until her sensitive hard bud would glisten in the night. <br>Tony's tongue will then dart out and lick the side of her neck, leaving an invisible, yet wet trace on the Russian woman's skin, before he added in her neck:<br><br>"I do not live far away from here, and we can "discharge" our participation to this auction..."
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