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Yes, There is something else I need	By : AgentSekhmet Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 5011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: nything associated with the Iron Man franchise in any way, shape or form. Abuse, Anal, Angst, M/F, NonCon

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The Morning After
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Disclaimer: I’m not making any money from this and I don’t own anything to do with the IM franchise.
Author’s Note: I hope this chapter doesn’t come off as being corny or sentimental but it just didn’t turn out the way I wanted. Even if you guys don’t like it, let me know what you think about it? Oh, one more thing: not every chapter will have sex and this is one of them. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
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Kate yawned and stretched languorously like a cat as she opened her eyes and smiled to herself. She reached down and touched her pussy, pleasantly discovering that her pubic area was still warm and wet. She suppressed a naughty giggle as she remembered her response to Ivan’s lovemaking. Deprived of feminine pleasures for nearly two decades, he had shown extraordinary control from taking her as forcefully as his body wanted. As she pondered the thought, Kate wondered what it would be like to be in Ivan’s arms when he allowed himself to throw aside all restraint, and truly let himself and his desires have free rein.
Even though Kate knew the room was empty, she clutched the blanket to her bosom as she bent to retrieve her clothes. It would be best if she took her leave as soon as possible because from past experience, Kate learned that facing her client from the night before was always awkward in the harsh glare of the morning after. She glanced around the room and she was glad that Ivan wasn’t there. Her panties were sticky and Kate admonished herself for not remembering to bring a fresh pair. However, she didn’t dwell on it because she knew that as soon as she got to her apartment, she was going to take a shower anyway. While slipping on her pumps and rummaging through her handbag for the pack of gum she always carried for occasions like this, Kate smoothed her skirt and got to her feet.
As she opened the door, she let out a little squeak of surprise when she saw Ivan’s broad shoulders fill the doorway.
“Hi,” Kate murmured, as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She knew she was fidgeting but she couldn’t help it. Being in his presence again made her blush and look away so she didn’t see him grin at her. She noticed that his feet were bare and when she looked up, she saw that he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and as Kate’s eyes roamed upward to Ivan’s sweat-drenched torso, she judged that he had been working out.
“You were going to leave without…goodbye?” Ivan asked, arching an eyebrow when he saw Kate’s cheeks and face turn beet red.
“Nichego. Follow me; I will make you some blini for us. Thin pancakes,” he explained at her puzzled look. He indicated that she should walk in the room before him as any gentleman would. As she did, he was treated to a full view of her shapely hips and thighs attractively encased in her pencil skirt.
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“Your back!” Kate gasped.
It wasn’t because of the massive amount of tattoos she saw on his back or how muscular it was that caused her to cry out—it was something else. Not taking his attention from the stove, Ivan shrugged. “I know, I have many tattoos…” Silently he wondered why that should upset her—then he remembered that almost all the tattoos he had were acquired in prison involving subject matter that any woman would call offensive. The largest drawing graphically depicted an image of the warden’s daughter enthusiastically sucking a cock while another man took her from behind. It did not matter that Kate couldn’t read Cyrillic because as the old saying went, a picture was worth a thousand words. And there were a lot of them.
“No, it’s not that… are you all right?”
Ivan now knew what she was talking about. The burns he’d received when he activated his prototype in Monaco. The same one that knocked Stark on his pompous and arrogant ass in front of thousands. “No, they don’t bother me,” he said, and then he wondered why he was lying to her. They hurt like hell and because they were on his back, he hadn’t been able to sleep very well. Constant chafing of the burns against clothing prevented them from healing properly.
The worried tone in Kate’s voice surprised and pleased him, further raising his opinion of her. She cared enough to inquire and be troubled about them. A regular whore wouldn’t have bothered.
“It must hurt like hell…and I only added to it by scratching you. I’m sorry,” Kate finished, her voice quiet.
Ivan turned when he heard the apology and turned the stove off. He had heard the distress in her voice and when her eyes met his, regret was written all over her face; it was obviously troubling to her.
“No man would ever be angry at a woman for scratching him after…. I’m not.”
“I hurt you!”
“It only proves to me that you liked it. Now, if you don’t mind slicing these,” Ivan asked, placing a plate of strawberries and peaches in front of her. “Once you are finished with that, could you pour us some orange juice?” he asked.
“Sure,” Kate responded happily. The warmth of Kate's smile threatened to thaw his core; that part of himself he wanted to remain cold and distant, keeping at bay the outside world, and its distractions—no matter how lovely and appealing. A part of himself that had to stay frozen to remind him of his vow to his dying father.
He turned away, grateful that tending their breakfast gave him a moment.
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Ivan put a generous amount of fruit on one blini before folding it over. Just before serving Kate, Ivan sprinkled some sugar on it. “It would be better with powdered sugar, but I had to make do,” he said, watching as Kate enthusiastically dug into her food. She has a good appetite, he noted with satisfaction--not like the average Western woman who starved themselves and their curves into non-existence, just to fit into a size zero or smaller.
“Will you be coming back?”
Kate raised her shoulders and then dropped them. “Depends on Mr. Hammer. I’d like to, though.”
They were still in the process of eating when the pompous CEO of Hammer Industries himself came into Ivan’s living area.
“So,” he said cheerfully, clapping his hands together. “How are the lovebirds this morning? Ah, breakfast. May I have some?” It wasn’t a question and everyone in the room knew it. He went to the sink, took a clean plate and cutlery out of the side drainer before returning to the table, and straddled a chair. Seeing as all the food was on the plates of the two, he brazenly reached over, took two of Kate’s blini, and put them on his own plate. “Any syrup?” he asked, looking around the table.
“Give Ms. Brady her food back,” Ivan said, his teeth gritted together.
“In case you haven’t noticed, she can afford to skip a few meals,” Hammer snorted derisively. “More than just a few, actually.” His words were sharp and cruel; deliberately designed to humiliate Kate in front of anyone who showed an interest in her and his next were to remind her of her place. “I know it’s a bit early in the day, but Kate can’t stay--She has other clients to fuck today, you’re not the only man who wants to be with her, you know. Can’t say as I blame you, Ivan, but she is one damn good piece of tail.”
“No, Gospodin Hammer, Ms. Brady will no longer service any more of your clients. She will be for me only. ”
Hammer raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “I don’t think so. You’ll have to settle for sloppy seconds, pal. Besides, have you forgotten something? You have a very important job to do here. For me,” he stated pointing to himself. “To the outside world, you are a dead man. All it would take from me is one phone call to Paris and you’ll have to answer to French authorities about the two men that you killed during your escape. Don’t forget your place. Let’s go,” he ordered Kate as he took her arm in a grip that would leave bruises.
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