Room 522, Monday Morning

[batwaffles]

Stephanie woke up to two things this morning: an email from Bruce with about five dozen attached case files and articles and very demandy instructions about how she was expected to read everything thoroughly and send him a report of all her conclusions, and a mild but vaguely familiar sense of . . . well, restlessness, let's just put it that way

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[hoorayimrich]

Tony... Hadn't noticed a change in his, ah, energy levels just yet. Because he was a healthy teenage boy with Internet access. But he was still stopping by Stephanie's room with coffee and a cupcake. Though he had other reasons in mind.

"You awake yet?" He called through the door.

[batwaffles]

"Do I have to be?" Stephanie called back, but if anything was going to get her out of bed to go answer the door, funny how that would be it today!

Not that the extreme bedhead and groggy expression that greeted Tony when she opened the door were very sexy. "Oooo, breakfast. Hi, honey." She smothered a yawn and stepped aside to let him in. "Aren't you a sight for sleepy eyes."

[hoorayimrich]

"Are you talking to the coffee or me?" Tony asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he passed. Oh, the just got out of bed look was not lost on him either. Not at all.

[batwaffles]

"Yes," Stephanie replied, except she was making grabby hands, and not at the coffee. "Actually, you and the cupcake, because coffee means awake and I am categorically opposed to awake right now."