(Requested by Loni-Laufeyson )

You and Tony sit across a table from each other. The staring contest is getting to a high point. Both your eyes are starting to water, but you are determined to beat Tony. He sits across from you, smirking. You are about to ask why he looks so happy, since you're going to win, but he cuts you off. He leans a cross the table and kisses you. You blink in surprise as he pulls away.

"Ha," Tony laughs.

"Cheat!" You yell back.

"I call it using my skills to win," he smiles.

You stand up and cross your arms across your chest, slightly protruding your bottom lip.

"Please, Don't whine. I can't resist the pout, you know that." He sighs.

"I call it using my skills to win." You counter.

He took a deep breath.

"Fine, rematch." He says.

You sit back down and begin staring. Tony rests his hand in his palm as he stares back. This goes on for another thirty seconds before you lean across the table and kiss him. He blinks, then rolls his eyes.

"Alright, you win, (y/n)." He says in defeat.

You smile.

"Not that you should you be surprised." You say.

"Would you like your prize?" Tony asks with a smirk.

You tilt your head in confusion.

"And what would that be." You ask.

He leans across the table again and plants his lips on yours.

"I hope I win more often." You whisper.

"Me too," Tony replies before he kisses you again.

"Am I interrupting something, sir?" J.A.R.V.I.S asks.

"Nope," Tony says sarcastically. He stands up to talk to his virtual bff. You stand up too, curious.

"No need for that tone, sir." J.A.R.V.I.S says, "But you have a call on hold sir."

"I'll take it later," Tony says as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. He pushes a hair from your face and places his lips on yours.

You pull apart.

"Hey, I bet my tongue is stronger than yours," you say, "wanna find out?"

"Why not," he smiles.

He pulls you backwards onto a couch, both of you giggling and kissing.