hello, good morning, love -- for starknaked

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It was a month in on this job from hell, or so he was starting to mentally refer to it as, and there was a faint light at the end of the tunnel that he could faintly see. They were hardly to the point where Arthur would feel confident in saying they were ready but they were making progress.

As he had promised, Arthur sent a text at least once a week even if it was as simple as 'i'm alive', 'hey' and 'how was your day'. Something where Tony knew he was alive and well.

It was Friday and even Arthur, the workaholic that he was prone to be, wanted the evening off just as much as everyone else seemed to. Instead of hitting a local restaurant or bar with the others, Arthur decided to return to his hotel suite and order in room service.

With his order in front of him and a glass of wine, Arthur picked up his phone and thought about what time it would be in California. 7:15 in the evening in Paris was roughly 10 AM in California. If Tony didn't get back to him now, Arthur would be up for a while either way.

Alone and I want you. Oh, and good morning, love.

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[starknaked]

The moment Arthur left, Tony threw himself into his normal lifestyle. He partied. He attended events. He flirted and laughed and teased with people. Seen about town from dusk until dawn, a different car and a difference woman each day.

Only Pepper knew that he saw the girls out before things got started and she no longer had to see them out in the morning.

Spending most of his time in the lab, barely sleeping though those texts usually set him off enough to crawl into bed for a few hours, smiling and content for the time being.

The text, with a ringtone just for Arthur, woke him but Tony barely rolled over and picked up the phone, sending a text back with his eyes barely open.

only you get away with this ungodly hour. how alone?