toblameforit: Hands over face. (/= have I been a bad clone daddy?)
Tony Stark, accept no substitutes ([personal profile] toblameforit) wrote2011-03-23 12:57 pm

God help them both

(from here; warning for some fairly wrong goings-on all round)

His room is on the second floor and it's really more of a suite. First through the door is a comfortable little living room containing all the essentials—squashy couch, wall-mounted plasma TV, bookshelf for Sherry, liquor cabinet for Tony, a pair of reasonably uncluttered desks side by side for the rare occasion when they both bring their laptops. One of them has been usurped by a violin case.

[identity profile] be-this-naive.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll see."

Something to eat, too. It's a shame Milliways has always seemed to be so conspicuously lacking in room service.

[identity profile] be-this-naive.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Obadiah glances at Tony, then allows his gaze to wander slowly down over Tony's body.

"Hardly," he murmurs.

[identity profile] be-this-naive.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Obadiah watches him, saying,

"No, I have a room. I keep some clothes there. I could stand to shower myself."

[identity profile] be-this-naive.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Obadiah doesn't actually bother to meet his eyes. He's more interested in the marks he can already see forming on Tony's skin.

"Care to meet up for dinner after?"

He'll have his thoughts more organized again by then. Readier to pick Tony's brain a little more.

[identity profile] be-this-naive.livejournal.com 2011-03-29 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I'll see you there."

He waits until Tony is out of his line of sight before pulling his clothes on for the walk back to his own room.

For an evening that started out so badly, it's certainly turned into a resounding success. And not one he'll forget any time soon.