A few hours earlier...
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"Dancing. Do you?"

"That depends..." Neena said, grabbing the bottle of Everclear and took a few swigs before putting the bottle down, her smirk widened as she had just 'passed' Tony in their beverage consumption. Rather than sliding across the bar like Tony had, however, she chose to just walk through the bar-tender's swinging door and approached him once more. "...if you can keep up." Her tattooed eye winked at him, and she outstretched her hand to grab Tony's, fumbling a bit before heading to the rather secluded dance floor.

"I invented dancing...at least...I think that was me." Tony grinned in response to her question, a brief moment of genuine contemplation crossing his features as his memory searched through all his various inventions. Giving up, he allowed himself to be led by the woman, snaking through the tables, booths and those simply standing, pausing to wave at a couple of strangers who looked rather confused at his actions, before fumbling with the device on his wrist, setting up a playlist for their own trip to the dance floor.

The [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVefPPr69NU]electronica/bass mix[/url] had set the dancefloor rather much alive, the light show set to match kicking in as soon as they both arrived. It hadn't entirely just been set up in the moment, Tony had already made the arrangements to switch the style of music at certain times, he'd just pre-empted the change somewhat. Once they arrived, he 'spun' her back to him, still smirking.

"I seem to have a lack of things to break...But you haven't seen me dance, so evidently I can still impress you with that alone."

Being spun back into the arms of Tony Stark, she couldn't help but to look up at him (nearly a head taller than she was) and gave him a half sincere, half-intoxicated smile.

"My, my Mister Stark, is there anything you can't do?" She teased, trying to do her best impression of some stuck up rich southern girl, which she was sure that Tony knew all about in one way or another. Dropping the accent though, she kept her ever-so-famous smirk on her lips. 

"Maybe...but give me a day and I'll invent something to do it for me," He laughed slightly in response, the accent mimicing a long line of people he'd had the pleasure/pain of meeting, even if it wasn't particularly convincing, what with the influence of the drink. With that, his body started to move along to the beat, the music seeming to move him to action, even if it was nothing too drastic.

She leaned up, practically on her tip-toes to whisper into his ear.

"I've got my own bag of tricks Mister Stark. Just you wait and see." She purred before returning flat onto her feet once more.

"I'm an impatient man, I'm sure I'll unveil them in no time," His grin extended slightly, even if it was as much a joke as simply flirting, having to keep close to her to be sure of hearing with the music made it that much more intimate, even as he started to dance.

Neena's hips began to sway with the beat of the music, and frankly, that's all she had to move for it to be considered the right kind of 'dance' for the style of music playing.
"Hmm...impatience. I wouldn't brag about that particular trait when trying to seduce a woman."

"Who said anything about 'trying,' that's something I've never had to invent anything for." Impatience was indeed the wrong term with Tony, more like attention span, but that would have probably been an even worse aspect to mention. His hands moved to her hips as they began to sway, allowing them to move freely, while holding her to him. He extended his neck back to its usual height as he finished speaking, having stooped slightly to whisper to her, the press of bodies on the dancefloor becoming rather closer, even if reputation alone allowed them a little more space than most.

"Not yet anyway..." Neena challenged as her arms draped up and around Tony's neck loosly as she felt his hands on her hips. But hell, who was she kidding? Tony had her right where he wanted her, and it had been that way since she had arrived here in Cuba...and the clouded thought process of her brain cells dying slowly one by one from the alcohol wasn't helping too much either. But she wasn't about to outright admit that, not now, not ever. 

She had her fair share of seducing men; Logan for one which proved to be a lot easier than she had initially thought. This was all a game for her, much like the drinking 'contest' she had made up in her head. There always had to be a way to one-up someone, but keeping her composure around Tony...forcing herself to not break before he did...was becoming harder and harder with each passing second, and the slight tremble in her body being pushed up so close to his was probably a dead give-away.

At the quiver of her body. Tony's hands moved, one moving only slightly, his fingers gently pressed to her rear, while the other slid up her back, teasing, but not actually tampering with, the bindings of her corset, even as he inturn, responded, hauling her up momentarily, rather than bending his neck, "No, not yet."
His hand at her back, momentarily stopping its movement across her, moved to press another song on the controller attached to his wrist, a moment later, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xat1GVnl8-k]bad touch[/url] began to play.

Bringing out both a smirk, and a laugh from the billionaire, followed by a momentary squeeze of her ass, that had previously only been lightly held, as he started to mouth the amusing, if ridiculously sexual, lyrics.

Neena had to crane her neck up to look at the speakers that were fastned to the raftors of the roof, as if in complete denial that this song was actually playing, that her poor drunken brain was playing tricks on her, but when Tony's hand seemed to respond to the context of the music, she looked back at him and let out a laugh as well, laughing with him for a moment. Again, she pushed herself to her tip-toes, all the while still moving her hips to the new beat of the new song, more or less grinding into Tony teasingly before her teeth playfully nipped at his earlobe, before whispering,

"So what kind of suite does the playboy billionaire have in this joint?"

"Well...I actually don't know...I just told them to give me the best one...haven't actually seen it." He mused after she asked, his hand brushing over her rear as it instead moved to stroke his chin, as if in contemplation of a great philosophical matter.

"I'll have to investigate that sharpishly."

"You might need protection on this dangerous mission, and it just so happens that I'm packing. So no...I'm not just happy to see you." She giggled slightly.

"Oh, but I think you are...none the less." He grinned, before looking around, as if searching for someone on the dancefloor, before returning his eyes to her, his hands back on her hips as he moved, if not radically, to the music.

"No other Avengers present...high risk... but the prize." Tony enjoyed his own private reference, even if it worked as simply more flirtation in its own right. He didn't exactly drag her off the floor, not that she needed much insistence, but his hand at her hip helped to move her along beside him, somewhat accounting for the influence of alcohol on her reactions, even if his own were not any deal better.

By the time they reached the lobby, there was a fairly large line leading up to the elevators, for a moment Tony contemplated the stairs, but having barely made it up the small number out of the bar, he instead chose another approach.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I am Tony Stark...official...Avenger business, much emergency, so wow, please...I must hurry." Walking, fairly abruptly through the line, parting, out of a mix of shock, awe, and a few idiots actually believing him, he saluted them all as the doors closed, leaving the pair of them in the affluent gold and mirror surroundings of the lift.

"I think this is the nicest of all my elevators."

As soon as the elevator doors closed on the rather shocked group, Neena let out another laugh.

"Why do I get the feeling that this isn't the first time you've abused your Avengers power?" She asked, moving to the side of the elevator and leaned back on the golden rail that extended all around the mid section of the elevator, the gun on her right hip clicking against the metal a few times before she found a comfortable position as the elevator made it's way up. Was the elevator spinning? It wouldn't have surprised her, though Tony had only owned the hotel for just a few hours she wouldn't have put it past him to come up with spinning elevators somehow. 

She held her head for a second, raking her nimble fingers through her mess of black hair trying to keep her feet from falling up underneath her. Then it seemed that just as soon as the doors had closed, they had opened once more, letting them exit to the floor where Tony's supposed room was. She moved herself back by his side, putting an arm around him a bit and let her own hand wander down to squeeze his ass teasingly as they continued down the hallway.

Thankfully the suite was accessed by keycard, so Tony could avoid fumbling with any sort keys, particularly as her rather insistent attentions were rather distracting, which earned her a false 'stern look,' before he opened the suite up to them. If the rest of the hotel had been unneccesary, then the level of decor in the suite was to the point of absurdity. Even Tony Stark's eyes were drawn by the chandelier hanging in the 'living room' of the suite. His eyes were drawn to the bar area at the far end of it, past the loungers and fire place, although he restrained from searching it. What did draw his eye, was, past the stairs leading to a grand table, and then past that the bedroom, was a deactivated device.

Moving towards it, and with some difficulty up the stairs, Tony looked at it for a moment, before finding what was most definitly the start button. Then, unlike normal, he had to try a few more before it actually worked, a stream of chocolate suddenly arising from the fountain. A childish smile spread across his face, before context caught up with him, and he turned and grined at Neena.

"You know...you could always do with a little sweetening up."

Unfortunately, Neena's poor brain was unable to even comprehend the beauty and detail of the room. Instead, she saw a bar, a fire place, and then...having followed Tony with her eyes, the chocolate fountain. Her eyebrow quirked a bit as she crossed her arms across her chest, resting lightly just below her breasts.

"I didn't take you for the down-and-dirty type Tony. Looks like I've been proven wrong on plenty of occasions this evening...and I will deny I ever said that." She smirked as she walked over to meet him by the fountain. She noticed that beside the chocolate fountain, a few trays of fresh fruit had been laid out with an array of different types of toothpicks. She fumbled to grab one of them, her perception completely altered from the alcohol but finally managed to stab a strawberry, and then raised it to her lips without bothering with the chocolate. She locked eyes with Tony once more, and then popped the whole thing into her mouth rather slowly before pulling the toothpick out between her lips and gave him an 'innocent' wink.

"We have all these fancy showers in this place...gotta give them a challenge." He smirked as he approached her, post-strawberry bite, his eyes locked with hers, despite the slight drunken haze. There was little in the way of space between them, but it was close to nothing by the presence of his hands on her hips, pressing into her more so than before, a more hushed tone escaping his lips.

"I'm in the business of proving people wrong...sometimes they even enjoy it too." In the next moment his lips met hers, in a spur of the moment thing he hadn't even planned when he'd started talking, this time his hand at her back really did begin to mess with the bindings of her corset, even if he didn't even try to fathom the whole of it in his state of mind. It was a number of long moments before he pulled away.

"Talking of hot, running water, jacuzzi?"

Being forced to swallow her words of response as Tony's lips pressed firmly against hers, she let her body loosen up, unwrapping her crossed arms around her chest to loop around Tony's neck once more and kissed him back, feeling her torso pushing into him more and more as the moments seemed to drift on. A slight muffled sound of disappointment came from her throat, however, when Tony pulled away...however she was grateful to be able to have the chance to breath. She fiddled with the buttons on his white suit jacket (now with the black spot on it), staring up at him as her fingers undid them one by one.

"I'm afraid that it might get a little too steamy in here for you to handle." She mused before abruptly walking away from their close and intimate encounter in an effort to find the bathroom in this mansion of a suite. Her instincts told her bathroom, but finding the bathroom was a trick in it's own.

Finally finding the bloody thing, Neena sat herself down on the edge of the jacuzzi, pressing a few buttons to get the water hot and rolling before adjusting herself slightly on the edge of the jacuzzi so that she was able to slip off her leather pants, belt of guns and ammunition, and black heeled shoes, revealing thin black nylons that ran up to just above her knees, clasped with an even thinner string that connected to her black boy-shorts underwear. Like hell she was going to get her leather wet.

Watching Neena undress with his signature grin, finally shedding the suit and shirt which she had already undone. He paused for a moment to admire her form, the curve of her rear not quite fully covered by the sensual display. Just as she straightened up, fully out of her leathers, Stark chose the moment to strike. A slight laugh from the billionaire pre-empted him slightly, as he shoved her into the bubbling water, still underwear clad. His own laughter was cut short however, as the combination of his momentum and intoxication caused him to fall in after her, unlike his female companion, not completely rid of his outer clothing, leather belt, trousers and all.
He returned spluttering to the surface a moment later, although he still continued to laugh, having succesfully got the jump on her, even if he'd 'suffered' for it.

Neena let out a gasp of surprise, only to be greeted by the quick-approaching hot water forcing her mouth closed to keep from choking. She surfaced, to just see the very end of Tony's nice dress shoes fall into the jacuzzi only to have him surface just moments later. It was her turn to pounce, however, and she quickly had his back up against the wall of the tub, her own legs wrapping themselves around his sides a bit as she was now practically sitting on his lap, facing him.

"You're a dick." She said light-heartedly, her black lips then going to the hollow of his neck, assaulting the exposed flesh with a series of soft kisses up until she reached his jawline where she then met her lips with his once more.

"Oh...you're not the first to think so." He managed before their lips met again, the hot, and scented, bubbled water of the jacuzzi lapping around them, the uncomfortable feeling of the full lower half of his outfit in hot water forgotten to the press and feel of her form and lips. His hands roamed over her, tugging at times, on what little clothing she had left, before finally breaking their kiss, even if his face remained mere inches from her's.

"I told you I didn't try, wrong again," The smirk spread across his lips, before those same lips worked their way down her neck, becoming increasingly sensual as they moved 'south.'

"Again, I will never admit it." She smirked, feeling her neck tilt back more and more as Tony's lips took their turn on her neck, unvoluntarily letting out a series of soft exhales through her nose. Her hands did some wandering of her own as she felt the muscles in his chest, then down to his torso until she found the hem of his suit pants where her fingers danced teasingly.

"Glad I'm not paying the drycleaning bill." She said, finding her fingers unfastening the button that kept the air-filled pants from practically being able to float away in the water.