[Third person POV]
Melissa tossed and turned beneath the thin sheets, her hands gripping the fabric. Her breaths came short and uneven, lips moving in small, broken mumbles that made no sense, yet carried the unmistakable tone of distress. Even with her eyes shut, the faint shimmer of tears gathered at the corners, one drop finally slipping free and trailing down her cheek.
"No…" she whimpered, her voice trembling as her head rolled to one side. "Tony…" The name came out in a fragile, pleading whisper—followed by a sharp, choked gasp.
Her eyes flew open. "TONY!!" she cried, sitting upright so suddenly the sheet tangled around her waist.
"What?! What—what's going on?! Are we being attacked?!" Tony's voice was instant and frantic, his body jerking upright beside her. His gaze darted across the dimly lit room as if expecting an intruder, shoulders tense and ready for a fight.
When no threat revealed itself, his eyes landed back on Melissa. She sat rigid on her side of the bed, her shoulders hunched, her face buried in her hands as muffled sobs broke through.
"Aw, crud," Tony muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his head in an awkward, almost sheepish manner. He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him with a gentleness that contrasted his earlier panic. "Hey… hey… it's alright. It's all right. Just a bad dream, nothing more." His tone softened to a slow, steady rhythm.
"I-I dreamed it was you," Melissa stammered between quiet sobs, lifting her tear-streaked face to meet his eyes. "That you… you sacrificed yourself… against Thanos." The words caught in her throat, the raw emotion behind them making her voice shake.
Tony's expression faltered, a sigh slipping out as he gathered her closer, pressing her face into the warmth of his chest. "Shh… hey, none of that. It was just a dream. I'm right here, see?" He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Inside, he groaned at himself. 'Yeah, showing her those movies? Definitely a genius-level bad call.'
Melissa clung to him, arms wound tight around his back as though letting go might cause him to vanish into nothing. Her sobs were muffled against his bare skin, her body trembling as the images from her nightmare still clung stubbornly to her mind.
Tony's hand slid gently through her hair, fingers brushing along her scalp in calming strokes. He whispered low reassurances, his voice deep and steady, until the sharpness of her cries softened into shaky breaths.
"I don't want to lose you, Tony," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Please… don't leave me. I can't lose you—I won't be able to take it." Her eyes, glistening with fresh tears, caught the faint light from the room.
He cupped her cheek, brushing away the wetness with the pad of his thumb. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured. "Don't worry." He leaned forward, pressing a light, grounding kiss to her lips.
Melissa's arms slid up around his shoulders, her fingertips brushing the back of his head as she returned the kiss. Tears still traced silent paths down her cheeks. She pressed her forehead to his, her breath trembling between them. "Reassure me, Tony… please… tell me you're not going anywhere."
He tightened his arms around her, his voice low. "And how exactly do you want me to reassure you?"
"I need you to hold me, Tony," she whispered back. "Hold me and don't let go. I need to feel that you're here with me… really here."
"Are you sure that's what you need right now?" he asked softly, searching her eyes with a flicker of worry.
Melissa's lips found his again in a slow, lingering kiss. "More than anything else in the world… I just need you right now, Tony."
His lopsided smile appeared faintly, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Well… can't exactly say no to that…"
A small chuckle escaped her despite the tears, and she kissed him again—deeper this time. Her leg slid over his, pulling herself closer, guiding his hands to hold her as though the rest of the world didn't exist.
"Take me, Tony," she breathed against his lips, the words thick with emotion. "Make it feel like it's just you and me in this whole world."
The duvet shifted as they moved, shadows folding around them. Tony, already shirtless, pulled her closer without hesitation. Melissa tugged her sleep top over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor before capturing his lips in another urgent, passionate kiss. Her hands framed his face, refusing to let him pull away as if every second of contact was proof that he was still with her.
Melissa's heart pounds as his fingers deftly work to remove her pajama bottoms. The cool air brushes against her skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his body as he settles between her thighs. His lips trail down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Melissa arched into him, craving more contact, more of everything. Her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as he nips and sucks at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. A soft moan escapes her lips, swallowed by the quiet of the bedroom.
He pauses, breathing heavily against her collarbone, his eyes dark with desire as he meets her gaze.
"Don't stop" Melissa moaned, soon the two of them are completely undressed beneath the duvet.
He doesn't need to be told twice. Tony's mouth finds hers again as his hand slides up her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. She gasps into the kiss, arching off the bed as his other hand cups her breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing circles.
Her hands explore his body in return, tracing the ridges of his abdomen, the hard planes of his chest.
He felt warm against her, solid, real. She pushes him onto his back and straddles his hips, grinding down against the hard length pressing against her.
Tony's breath caught as she took control, his hands gripping her hips to pull her harder against him. The friction sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She threw her head back with a quiet whimper. His thumbs dig into the hollows of her hips as he watches Melissa's reaction with undisguised hunger.
His hands slide up her sides, coming to rest on her waist as he lifts her slightly. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her entrance, teasingly close but not quite entering.
"Do it," Melissa whispered, leaning forward to brace her hands on his chest.
His grip tightens on her waist as he guides her down onto him. The stretch as it fills her is exquisite, and Melissa let out a sharp cry at the overwhelming fullness. Tony groans, his head tipping back against the pillow as she begins to move, rolling her hips in slow circles.
"You feel incredible," he murmurs, voice thick with restraint. His hips jerk upward slightly as she sank down completely, drawing another ragged breath from him. Melissa lean forward, resting her hands on his chest as she finds their rhythm, watching the play of muscles beneath his skin as he flexes beneath her.
Melissa quickens as Tony's hands roam her body, his thumbs brushing across her nipples before sliding down to grip her ass. Each movement sends intense pleasure coursing through her, the slick heat between her thighs creating delicious friction as Melissa grinds against him. His breathing grows ragged, chest rising and falling quickly beneath her hands as he watches her move above him.
He breathes, pupils dilated with need. One hand leaves his hip to trace up her stomach, pausing to circle her nipple with his thumb. Melissa arch into the touch, biting her lip to stifle a moan as his other hand pulls her down harder onto him.
His thumb flicks across her nipple faster now, in time with her movements, and it takes everything from her to not cry out. Her body responds instinctively, rolling her hips in tighter circles as the pressure builds inside her. Tony's breathing is ragged now, his free hand gripping her hip almost painfully tight as he meets her downward motions with upward thrusts of his own.
The pleasure the two share together leaving them blind to everything else.
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