Save Me, Mr. Stark! [Iron Man FF]

Chapter Eight: The "After?" Party

****ARIX POV****

Everything was amazing. Even with a bunch of people dancing and snacking, it felt as if Stark and I were the only people in the room. The rose was now placed in a vase in my room where I snuck off to, so that way I could use the restroom without people barging in on me. I smile as I sit on my bed, listening to the people ask each other questions about Stark and I…if there was a Stark and I, which I really hoped there was.

The rose sat perfectly in the little vase, and it made me blush every time I thought about it. I lay my head on my pillows and before I even close my eyes I hear the crack of the door.

“Arix?” It was Stark; I smile as he positions himself next to me and slides his fingers through mine like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Yes?” He turned over to me and kissed my forehead,

“I like this.” I nodded and touched my hand to his cheek, pulling him in for another one of his shockingly precious kisses,

“Me too.”  I say, feeling the both of us smile into the kiss. I pull away and look into his dazed eyes. They were full of history and accomplishments. I could look into them forever if time allowed it. Again our lips met and I let Stark take it a bit further.

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“Well, well, well….if it isn’t the famous couple.” We heard a voice say from the door way. We both quickly jerk away and look into the eyes of a crazed reporter. The man stood at a guess of six feet and tapped his pale fingers rapidly on his journal. Stark stood up and walked over, mumbling things to the man that I couldn’t understand.

“Arix, come here.” Stark said so I slowly walked over to the tall man in the door frame, with my legs buckling uncontrollably. I wasn’t good around any men besides Stark…and this guy scared me beyond my comprehension.

“Nice to meet you…Arix is it? Hum, interesting…I am...Jonathan Veering…reporter for the NY News.” I nod, not every hearing his name-but I assumed he was legitimate by the way Stark rolled his eyes, as he does to any reporter that comes barging in on his private life.

“Uhm, nice to meet you too…I guess…” I say fumbling to find Starks hand. He grasps my hand and squeezes my shaking fingers lightly, hiding our intertwined hands behind his back. The reporter lets out a little laugh and a smirk to follow,

“So, a little bit of physical activity between the two of you? Hum?” I shake my head nervously and Stark squeezes my hand a bit tighter. “Oh, so the whole making out session I saw, wasn’t real?” I try to speak, but Stark clears his throat,

“I swear to you Veering, if you sell this story there will be consequences! Just because you-“Veering cuts off Stark,

“Don’t you dare speak of it Stark! You took her, and now…I will make sure to make you rue the day she ran into you!” Veering shouts, pointing his fancy pen at me,

“Can someone tell me what in the world is going on here!?!?!?” I shout, letting go of Starks hand and putting both hands on my hips. They look at each other with hateful eyes and Stark speaks,

“Arix, this guy…is not only a reporter, but he is also an undercover agent. He was originally on your case, but when HE couldn’t pull through…they sent me to do the job. He’s only mad, because he’s some specialized stalker and thought he was in love with you. Now that you want and are with me, he threatens to ruin us.” I stare at the both of them with my jaw slightly opened and spoke with annoyance,

“Y’all are acting like fifteen year old hormone craved girls. I’m not some prize to be won, and you Mr. Veering…creep me out…and obviously all you did was stalk me, not save my life like Stark did, and will continue to do. If you sell us out we will be sure to make you rue that choice. They aren’t going to put Stark behind bars for us dating. Why? Because he saved them a huge hassle that you never could and because he’s freaking iron man…you? You should just go back to your day job.” He stares at me, blinks as if he is trying to wake himself up from the painful truth and walks out the door.