~ Disclaimer ~ All Hail Marvel, the Mighty Owners of Everything. I didn't create these characters; I'm just having a brief affair with them. Don't sue, it'll make us both less humble.

~ Rating ~ Does anyone even read this part? Regardless, this story is rated NC-17, for being all sexually graphic and stuff. And I do mean graphic! Enjoy, I'm off to confessionals.

~ Keys ~ I don't think anyone reads this part, either... Keys will probably never change for any of my stories. *Characters' Thoughts are here, though.*

~ Authors Notes ~ The Author has nothing to say about this story, besides that you should read it while enjoying it, then (please) review it. If you don't enjoy these kinds of stories, (sexually explicit ones) then by all means, don't read it, and never mind the review. Thank you, now on with the (well-written) smut. By the way, this story happens exactly before 'A Stretch' (is in the very same morning), and an undisclosed amount of time after 'Insight'.
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Warning! Last chance to turn back if reading about (graphic) sexual encounters between two consenting (and married) adults is offending to you. Also, by reading further, you are hereby implying that you are over the legal consenting are of eighteen, free to read whatever you should choose, and thereby held accountable for yourself. In other words, I Am Off The Hook!
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I warned you. Four times.

~ For Your Eyes Only ~
By SylvrGypsy

***5:11 am - Avenger's Mansion***


A soft, chill breeze blew in pleasantly through the open window. Then a less than soft breeze unnaturally blew into the window, effectively slamming it shut. Crystal smiled, partially asleep, and rolled over, lazily tossing her arm around her husband's waist. *Oh, boy... He's warm.* Crystal snuggled as close as she could get against his back, burrowing her face between his shoulder blades. He jumped slightly. "Hey..." He sleepily protested. "What?" She asked innocently, completely aware of her mischievousness. "Your nose is cold..." She could tell he was already losing interest, just as she thought he would. "Not for long..." She snickered. He mumbled something in Romany as he fussed with his pillow, then fell immediately back to sleep.

Crystal noticed with satisfaction that her nose was again the temperature she preferred it to be. Now it was time to correct the rest of her body... "Hey!" Pietro yelped as he jumped out of his skin. "What?" Crystal asked, wholly unable to keep from giggling. "Your hands are cold!" He didn't sound as asleep as Crystal hoped he would still be. "Oh... hee-hee-hee... They are? I'm sorry... " Pietro whirled around in bed to face his perpetrator. He eyed her suspiciously as she hid behind the covers she'd since pulled over her face, until only her eyes were visible. He could clearly see from the crease of her eyes alone that she was smiling.

"Brat." He glared. "Grouch." She retorted, swiftly putting her ice-cold toes on his shins. "Gah! GEt thOSe OfF of mE!" Crystal giggled wildly as she walked her feet up his legs, somehow without him being able to snatch them. "AhH...! St-stop, yOu... youuuu... " Pietro's sentence was lost in his own giggles. He couldn't believe he couldn't grab onto her feet! *I must not be as awake as I think I am...* He growled in frustration, causing Crystal to giggle more madly.

At this point Crystal was laughing so hard she couldn't concentrate on tormenting her husband, and he finally caught her feet. "Aha!" He said, his prize ice burgs in hand. He tried hard to sound genuinely angry, but the smile on his face betrayed the effect. "You're heh...-ahem- You are in big trouble, my Princess." Crystal wiggled her feet away, and puckered her lower lip. "You're right. I deserve to be punished. Why don't you melt the ice off my extremities to teach me a lesson." Pietro flopped back down on his back, yawning to hide his laughter. "If you were so cold, you should have closed the window earlier." Crystal rubbed her hands together fitfully and forced herself to shiver. "B-but y-y-y-ou l-like it op-p-pen." Pietro couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Brat." He said again, smiling up at her. "Am not." Crystal replied, still reveling in the sound of his laughter, and the sight of his smile. Pietro rolled his eyes. "No, you're right. You are just so put upon..." He pulled her down on him for a hug, and kissed her neck when she was close enough. "I don't know how you even manage sometimes." He teased from behind her ear. The heat there from his breath made her shiver for real. "Pietro..." She didn't even realize she had said his name. He planted another kiss on her sensitive neck, and hugged her closer. She returned his embrace with all of her strength. "I love you." She said, parting enough to kiss his temple. Pietro pointed his nose to the ceiling in a mock imperialistic fashion. "I know... " He said whimsically. She took the incline of his head as an invitation, and dove in for the nape of his neck.

He inhaled sharply as Crystal's lips danced up his neck and lingered just below his ear for a while, knowing full well what that does to him. Realizing that he was a few seconds away from losing his much-valued self-control, he slipped his left hand behind her head and led her lips up to meet his. The kiss became much more passionate than Pietro meant it to; but clearly, Crystal had other things in mind, as attested by her tongue playfully teasing his, daring him to explore her mouth. Pietro was unsettled when his body began reacting to her ministrations. He felt like an adolescent; being embarrassed by his arousal... But he wasn't certain that Crystal wasn't simply kissing him for the sake of it, of if she was intentionally instigating something... more.

Pietro carefully kept some distance from her to keep her from noticing his growing erection; despite every inch of his body screaming for closer contact. Crystal's hands had taken to roaming through his hair, occasionally slipping down to rub his tense shoulders or grasp at his neck, which only aggravated his condition further. Nearly out of his wits with desire, Pietro broke off their ever-evolving kiss to catch his breath, Crystal taking one last gentle suck of his tongue before allowing him to part. Pietro was trying to control his breathing so he wasn't panting too noticeably, while Crystal was trying to undress him with her eyes.

Her seductive stare made him uneasy, and he scooted away from her a few inches more. "What's the matter?" Crystal asked, her demeanor turning concerned. "Nothing." Pietro lied terribly. "Are you sure?" She persisted, uncertain. "Of... course." He shrugged in a fidgety kind of way, and she knew immediately what was 'wrong'. "Pietro... " She said, her voice laced with sensuality. "Come here." She gracefully curled her finger towards herself, biting her lower lip as if hungry for something. Pietro swallowed hard, and slid closer. *You fool!* He screamed at himself internally. *Just tell her. Just ask her! What am I so worried about? She obviously wants this... doesn't she?*

Crystal slid her hands over his shoulders and hastily pulled her body hard against his. Pietro could have fainted as her soft breasts pushed firmly against his chest. Even through their night- clothes, he could feel her nipples against his, making each grow erect. The occurrence made Pietro shudder, and Crystal moaned softly. Suddenly she shot her hands to Pietro's waist and he flinched in alarm. She smiled and brought a hand up to his face, lightly caressing his cheek, then traced one finger over his lips as she said, "This really does need to come off, I think... " She moved her hands back down, slower this time, and pulled off his shirt; which was what she had originally intended to do. Pietro closed his eyes and shook his head at his over-reaction. *Stupid fool... don't you ruin this just because you're... nervous, anxious? What on Earth is the matter with me?*

Crystal sensed Pietro's unease intensifying, instead of subside. She lied down on her side and rubbed her hand up and down his now bare chest, trying to relax him. He opened his eyes after a moment, seemingly just realizing that she had backed off. Their eyes met and she smiled warmly. He tried to smile back at her, but chewed on his lower lip instead. "I'm sorry?" He said, sounding confused. Crystal eyed him questioningly and rose back up, bringing herself closer again. "Honey... why? What for?" Pietro brought a hand up to her face, glaring for a second at the brace on his wrist when he did so. He played in her golden hair while he spoke. "For acting so... differently, I guess. I'm just... I have not been myself lately. So I'm sorry." His eyes settled on the sheets, dismayed. Crystal rose to her knees on the bed, and stared down at him until he looked up to her. "And is that all?" She demanded. Pietro couldn't quite tell if she was joking or not. "I think so." He answered, wearily. "Good, then I forgive you thoroughly." She grinned down at him, and slinked her hands up the length of her thighs, grabbing hold of her nightgown at her waist, and pulled the long silk garment off, revealing her completely naked body. Pietro was utterly unable to take his eyes off of her for the entire time, not even to blink.

Crystal began to crawl back to her position beside her husband; the cat-like pose she struck making Pietro thank God he was a man. "Besides, love," She said gently. "New found 'differences' are something we've grown quite accustomed to during our relatively short marriage, yes?" Pietro really didn't understand a single word she said; he was so mesmerized by the sight of her. Crystal seemed to catch on and laughed lightly, lying down beside him again. "See anything you fancy?" She asked saucily as she trailed her hand over her own body, coming from her thigh, over her hip, across her mid-section, around one breast, up her neck, and finally into her hair; supposedly to get it out of the way. Pietro's eyes loyally followed the entire journey.

Crystal snaked her hand across the distance between them and grabbed Pietro by the elastic of his boxer shorts, tugging until he came closer. When he did she kissed him deeply, sending waves of pleasure through them both. Pietro moaned low in the back of his throat as Crystal slipped her fingers under his shorts, taking his erect manhood in her hand and rubbing him intently. She trailed her kisses across the line of his jaw and nibbled a while on his ear, enjoying the increasing rapidness of his breathing. She pulled back enough to look into his eyes... ice blue, beautiful eyes, how she loved his eyes. Her handling became more intensive and Pietro pulled her body closer, nudging his face against hers, fervently kissing every inch of skin within his reach, all the way down to her shoulder... Crystal moaned approvingly, loving the feel of his long, hard, ready member in her hand, and his expertly placed kisses on her passion-heated skin. She only wished he would be more verbal himself... but then, she's always wished for that, and he rarely makes anything more than a peep.

"Darling, let me hear you..." She asked, kissing her husband hard on the mouth when he looked at her, their tongues meeting at once and mingling feverishly. Crystal rubbed his sensitive foreskin purposefully with her thumb and palm, just to get some sound out of him. It worked. His bodies' spasm jerked then both, so tight was he holding her, and he groaned jaggedly, throwing his head back and wincing. Crystal felt a pang of guilt when it sounded partially inspired by pain. "Did I hurt you, Pietro?" She asked earnestly, calming her hand's rhythm a bit. He laughed in a gasp, bringing his head back up to look at her. "Yes." He answered, breathing uneven and heavily. "But it's all right. Just... " Pietro blushed noticeably; quite a feat given his fairly deep olive complexion. "Just be more gentle... there." Crystal nodded and proceeded to be 'more gentle', but still 'there'.

"How's that?" She asked after a few more strokes, intentionally licking her lips when he was watching. He groaned shakily and trembled, falling into her for support. "T-too good..." He managed between holding his breath to keep from screaming. She took distinct delight in suckling on his earlobe, quickening her pace while twisting and squeezing his shaft suddenly, and listening to a near-holler he couldn't have held back in a million years. "Oh, God...! Crystal, enough, please... I can't take it." Crystal tickled up and down the impressive length of his stiff sex, giving him a break. "You just can't take it quietly..." She teased, grinning. "That's what I said." He smirked, knowing full well how much she enjoys listening to him; he derives the same pleasure from hearing her, as well.

Pietro backed away a bit to get another view of Crystal's entire body. Her petal soft skin was just beginning to glisten with sweat, and he noticed she was breathing quite raggedly. He was relieved to see his own reaction wasn't out of line after all, as Crystal was obviously aroused as well. Pietro rubbed his thumb against her lips, barely avoiding getting it bitten at playfully. He leaned over and kissed her mouth softly, not giving her tongue a chance to wander. She feigned great disappointment and pouted. He grinned knowingly, then kissed down her body, teasing, licking and nipping all the way, sending wild shocks of pleasure through her, and heading, ultimately, for her eagerly awaiting sex. He worked his mouth like a spell on her most tender area, using everything at his disposal: his tongue, fingers and lips all moving in a seemingly choreographed unison, giving her as much pleasure as he possibly could. Crystal moaned and writhed under his magic, arching her back and tossing her head, running her fingers through his hair, becoming more and more desperate by each passing minute.

Finally, she was on the verge. "Pietro...!" She gasped, one hand grasping the covers at her side, the other the pillow above her head. "Please, Pietro, I need you... now." He looked up at her, mocking the same 'disappointment and pout', although he was also sporting a quite obvious and very mischievous smirk. She chuckled, finally able to breathe again with him distracted from her prize. "Please?" She asked, truly desperate. Mocking reluctancy, he pulled himself over her, resting his weight on one elbow to her side. Crystal was excited to see that he had already removed his shorts at some point; his longing manhood was absolutely reaching for her. Then Crystal was startled to see that he had also removed his wrist braces; she didn't remember hearing the Velcro separating, but then, she had been pretty preoccupied a moment ago.

"Pietro, wait..." She put her hands on his abdomen and he froze, searching her face in distress. "What's wrong?" His voice was timid. She realized that he had been just about to enter her, and she had stopped him. Embarrassed, she smoothed her hands over his sweat-silken chest and shook her head. "Nothing, darling, nothing. I'm just worried about hurting you." He blinked a few times, clearly baffled. *He is so cute when he's clueless...* She smiled up at him, playfully rubbing her heel across his ticklish hamstring. "I'm talking about your braces, dear. You took them off." He shrugged and glanced at the bandages wrapping his wrists. "I cannot hardly function at all with those damn braces on; and in case you haven't noticed, I am trying to maneuver you." He winked at her, closing in for a few nibbles on her ear. She tickled up and down his strong arms, grabbing hold of his sturdy shoulders for security as he shifted his position in such a way that she knew what was coming next. "Just be careful with yourself?" She asked, mentally preparing her body for the connection they were about to make, and both so desperately yearned for. Pietro nodded, then turned his attention back towards guiding himself into her.

Crystal gasped when the tip of his penis separated her moist, swollen folds, making her back arch in anticipation. Pietro grunted as the first few most sensitive inches of him were swallowed by her tightness, while Crystal moaned and twisted under him, squeezing his shoulders expectantly. "Yes, Pietro... yes...!" She urged, tilting her hips up, inviting him to penetrate deeper. Pietro inhaled carefully, and pushed into her further. She gasped, her hips buckling sharply with pleasure, making them both moan long and hard. The next few inches of his male rod forced her sex wide open to accommodate his circumference, making her hips spasm again and again from the bittersweet strain.

Pietro noticed the death-grip Crystal had on him, and grew concerned. "Am I hurting you, Crystalia? Am I going too fast?" His voice was filled with a certain tenderness she knew was reserved only for her, and only for this. "No, my love. Don't stop." He nodded again, planting a hot, wet kiss on her mouth, and plunged into her sacred crown completely, his amplitude spreading her already stretched sex even more, making her cry out and convulse with the shock of his full size. Crystal unknowingly imbedded her nails into Pietro's back, making him jerk from the pain. "Ah... Crystal...!" She moaned happily in agreement and stretched her head back into the mattress, then realized what he was actually referring to. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She eased her hands away from his shoulders and smiled apologetically. He smiled back, shaking his head slightly. "I'm sure I... deserved it... for something."

Crystal immediately was lost in the steady rhythm of Pietro's smooth, even lunges. He was almost tentatively working his rigid limb in and out of her delicacy, making her moan, gasp and writhe with her building pleasure. Meanwhile, Pietro was slowly but surely losing his poise. His thrusts were becoming rougher and more sporadic, he knew. The natural urge to ejaculate as soon as possible was driving him over the edge with need; it was only a matter of time now before his control would give out on him. His aching, throbbing organ was a constant reminder that he couldn't hold out forever; or even for long, at this point.

Crystal broke his reverie by grabbing him by the head with both hands and kissing him passionately. Her hands swiftly moved to his steel-hard biceps, and she used them to stabilize herself for her approaching orgasm. Pietro took several calming breaths, determined to keep his self-control for a few moments longer. Crystal whimpered and shuddered, her climax growing nearer. He could feel her vagina beginning to clamp and release him in vase-like contractions, coinciding with his every entry and withdrawal of her trembling body. "Pietro... yes, oh yes...!" Crystal was panting hotly on his neck, every moan passing her lips becoming louder and more ravaged than the last. Soon she was consumed by her pending orgasm, her senses wracked by the sheer force of the climax. Pietro kept pace, thrusting his tortured member deeply into her in accordance with her cries, simultaneously obliging the inclination of her grinding, undulating hips. Crystal's enthusiasm never seemed to subside in the least. "Oh, Pietro..." She moaned imploringly. "Now... please, now. More, more...!" Her eyes were pleading for his obedience, and that was all it took.

Pietro sat back on his knees, his ravenous meat ripping out of her hot, wanting pulp. He wrapped his forearms under her thighs, staring intently into her wondering blue-green eyes. For a split-second, Crystal actually worried of whatever he was about to do. Without warning, Pietro pulled her hips clashing against his. Crystal hollered in pleasure and shock as his angry penis invaded her tightness upon the impact, at this different angle. When he bent back down over her, the closeness of their bodies forced Crystal's pelvis to tilt up high, giving Pietro easy access to every inch of her helpless royalty. Crystal cried out, incredulous, as Pietro drove his overwhelming length fully into her, again, and again, gaining speed and force by the second. He pounded away, burying his penis to the hilt in her slickness with every raging thrust.

Pietro contracted violently, the first stream of his hot semen eagerly shooting into Crystal's depths. Excited by his manly heat, she cooed and cajoled, wrapping her legs around his sweat-slick body, spreading her sex as wide as she could, barely able to take him all in. "Pietro!" She yelped, his vengeful cock coercing itself into her still, harder and faster. "I can feel it... I can feel you... coming inside of me...!" Pietro groaned, nearly gasping for breath. Crystal relished in the sensation of his hard head, seeping its steamy fluid, relentlessly probing every inch of her. Pietro shoved as deeply into her succulence as possible, pulsing there so quickly it was like a vibration inside of her. Finally, he cried out and convulsed as his orgasm hit him hard, his motions bringing Crystal over the brink once more, as well. Their climax was long-lived and furious, subsiding slowly, almost reluctantly. Pietro was devoutly pumping into her the entire time, truly unable to stop. Eventually his thrusts slowed in rhythm, and softened in force. Their kissing began anew, possibly even more passionate now than in the beginning.

In the end, Pietro was carefully dragging his sustaining erection completely out of her juicy womanhood, teasing her clitoris with the tip a bit, then coaxing every last inch back in: lingering always on the in. "So good..." Pietro moaned, his voice nearly a whisper. He kissed Crystal's hot, sweat-laced neck, still restlessly prodding her sensitive wetness. Crystal was forced to wonder if he would ever soften or cease at all, as he continued to gyrate and knead his stubborn beast into her prone, quivering body. Eventually, he pulled out of her throbbing nest, and lied down on his back beside her. Crystal flipped, lying halfway on top of him, lovingly caressing the length of his stiff, lubricated shaft. Their lovemaking had come full circle, at last, leaving them both spent and blissful.

Crystal traveled up from his relaxing genitals, making little circle designs on his muscle-rippled stomach with her nails, happily content in his strong embrace. "Admit it, Pietro." She softly said, kissing his sweat-beaded chest. "I give up. Admit what?" Pietro replied after a few moments of consideration. "Admit that you were biting the pillow again." Crystal chuckled. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I never denied it." He breathed in her femininely fragrant hair, mixed with the sweet smell of their spent passion, and exhaled fondly, gladly slipping back into the sleep he was distracted from earlier. Crystal peeked over his chest, steadily rising and falling with his deep breathing. 6:06, the clock read. "Hmmm... not bad, Pietro. Getting your stamina back...." Crystal smiled and snuggled her sleeping human pillow, trying to think of what to tell Jarvis, when he asked why her and Pietro were hours later for breakfast today than usual.





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