#surpises

May and Peter slipping their way into their family, marrying Pepper, having Morgan, watching as Peter went through his last two years of highschool and graduation. Those were all included in the things that Tony had once thought he wouldn't have.

But here he was. He did have that. And he cherished it, embracing being a dad and the domesticity that being a part of a family provided. Rhodey and Happy would tease him about going soft, but he knew that just as much as he had embraced fatherhood and settling down, his two brothers in all but blood had embraced being uncles just as much as Tony had.

And although they had also been softened, that didn't change their betrayal when they refused to help Tony get rid of the various creepy crawlies that liked to make a home in Morgan's treehouse. More often than not, the two men would watch and laugh as Tony dutifully got each bug out of the wooden structure, their amusement growing with each grimace and full body shiver from Tony as he cleared the bugs away.

Which was why, when Morgan called out to her dad that there was another spider in her treehouse and asked if he could get it out, the two men followed along gleefully, grinning at the fact that Tony ended up cleaning up bugs at least once a week.

Tony climbed his way up the ladder to the treehouse, planting a kiss on Morgan's head when he reached the top. He paused just before going in, quirking a brow at his daughter in question. "How big is it this time?"

Morgan blinked at him, face grave as she lifted her arms and spread them out as wide as she could. "The biggest one, Daddy."

Tony sighed and nodded, suppressing a shudder. Man, he hated spiders. "Okay. Let's get this over with."

He stepped forward, pushing the door to the treehouse open as he did. Just as he ducked inside, he caught movement out the corner of his eye and turned towards it. And there, leaning against the wall with a smirk, was Peter.

Tony did a double-take, his jaw dropping with a gasp as he stared at the twenty year old in front of him. "What the fuck." He breathed, groaning when Rhodey called out "Language!" from below the treehouse.

"What are you doing here? When did you get here? Is everything okay?" Tony shot question after question at Peter before he surged forward, dragging Peter into a hug. They swayed slightly as they hugged, Peter explaining that he'd been able to leave for break earlier than he'd expected and decided to surprise them all.

Tony just grinned, and told him how good it was to have him back. Neither of them pulled away from the hug, content to be close after months of being separated while Peter was away at MIT. When they finally drew apart, Tony pulled him back out the door of the treehouse.

"Look what was hiding up here!" He called out, both him and Peter making their way down the ladder to the ground below. As soon as they touched the ground, Peter was pulled into hugs from Rhodey and Happy as they smiled out greetings to him.

Feeling a tug on his sleeve, Tony turned and looked at Morgan who smirked up at him. "I told you it was the biggest spider."

Tony huffed out a laugh, looking back over at Peter who was now being hugged by Pepper and May who had come outside after hearing the commotion and noise from outside.

He turned and wrapped Morgan into a hug as well, relishing the fact that both of his kids were home. "Yeah, Mongoose, you did."

My wife doesn’t answer, and that’s when I notice the sounds of water hitting the tile in the bathroom. Walking into the closet, I slide off my Gucci loafers, placing them in their correct home. My fingers sink into my sock, hooking itself around the fabric as I pull it off my foot, doing the same to my other. My shirt comes off with ease as I take it over my head and allow it to fall into a pile with the socks. My corduroy trousers take a moment as I unbutton the five sets of buttons that line the crotch. Peeling them off my body, I add them to the growing heap and make my way to the bathroom in just my black pants, ready to join my wife in the shower.

I enter the room and the song is one of my own. I smile as the words of Just A Little Bit of Your Heart fill the room. I look towards the shower, stopping my movement towards my wife when I realise what is going on.

Her eyes are closed as she allows the water to drench her body. I see her face. Oh I have missed her. Her smiles. Her voice. Her kisses. Her neck leads me to her chest. Her breasts, small but perfect. Her nipples, round and erect, begging for my mouth. Her tummy, smooth and ready for my fingers to dance across it before I bring her close to my body. I watch as her hand moves down her stomach, landing on her sex. I lean against the counter, excited for the show that is about to take place.

I bite my lip and watch my wife rub circles on her clit. She hums along to her favorite song, and it gives me goosebumps. Her body rocks against her hand, and I feel my cock grow hard under my pants. Her opposite hand moves to her nipple, pinching and rolling it the way I do when we make love.

“Damn.” I say, unable to stop the word I was thinking from coming out of my mouth; sucking my lip into my mouth I try to keep quiet, but it’s no use when I see my wife jump to the rumble of my voice. Her hands move, covering her body in embarrassment until she makes eye contact with me.

“Hi.” I say, flashing a smile at her. She doesn’t reply with words, but smiles back before turning her body to face me through the glass. Her fingers dance across her body until they find the spot that feels good. Her fingers move swiftly in a clockwise circle bringing her closer to the edge.

“Mmmmmm.” A moan is released from her mouth, and it makes me want to storm in and finish her off. But I hold back, watching her complete her ride. Placing one hand on the glass to stabilize herself, she rocks her body into her fingers, moving them faster than the speed of light. I feel my dick twitch as she whimpers, allowing the orgasm to rush through her body like a sugar rush. The high is blissful, and then the crash.

She stalls for a moment before washing her hand in the water. Running her hair through the spray, her nipples are hard and I’m ready to pounce. I’m slightly confused when she turns off the shower, as I’m ready to join her.

“It’s not Thursday.” She says as she steps off the wet tile and onto the soft rug that is on the floor. She doesn’t reach for a towel, and I follow the beads of water, dripping from her hair, onto her neck, and down her chest, landing in her belly button.

“Nope. It’s Monday.” I smile big as she comes closer to my body, still resting against the countertop. I wrap my arms around her wet waist as she tilts her head up towards mine. The water drips from her hair onto my arms, and it feels good against my skin.

“Welcome home.” She says, taking my lips in hers. She runs her tongue along the crease, begging for entry. I allow access, and she explores my mouth as if it was the first time. I bite her bottom lip and she pulls away, releasing it from my grasp, until she connects again.

Her fingers slide down my body, and I feel her hand run along my cock. I’m hard, and I want her to touch me again. I push myself forward into her hand, and I feel her move her hand from base to tip, stopping at the waistband of my pants. Peeling them down my arse, they fall to the floor. I step out, turning her in the process.

“I’ve missed you.” I say into her mouth. My hands hold onto her hips as I lift her up on the counter. Her legs spread, and I move my body between hers.

“I’ve…. missed… you…” She says, kissing her way down my neck, attaching herself to my left nipple. The suction is soft at first; her tongue swirls around the area. When she blows cold air on my nipple, I shiver, but I like it. Her mouth finds my right nipple, and she nibbles softly before sucking and giving it a blow. I didn’t think I could get harder, but here I am, and it’s starting to ache.

“Darling, I need you…” I whine. I don’t whine often, only when I’m tired, or really desire something. And I really am desperate to be inside my wife.

Popping off my nipple, she gives my additional two nipples a small kiss, always making sure they don’t feel left out. I bring my mouth to hers once more before I pull her to the edge of the counter. Grasping my cock, I align myself with Elizabeth, sliding my cock in her wetness slowly and steadily.

“Mmmmm.” She moans as I connect us together for the first time in two weeks. Her legs wrap around my body, resting her feet on my bum. My balls are touching her skin and I take this moment to breathe. To feel my wife tight around me. Giving me a hello unlike any I have ever experienced. “Please move… wanna feel you.” She says, and my body listens to her commands.

I thrust my rock solid member in and out, watching as we connect. Her head rolls back as I feel her insides clench around my cock.

“Like that?” I say, fastening my mouth to her neck, sucking softly and soothing it with my tongue. “Or like this?” Kissing down her neck I attach my mouth to her nipple, drumming the bead to the beat of my thrusts. Creating a song that is more beautiful than anything that has been put into existence. “Or do you want this too?” I continue to tap out the beat with my tongue against her nub along with keeping up the pace of my back and forth. I move my hand from her thigh, and bring it to play her clit like a tambourine.

“That… right there… Harry… don’t.. stop… please…” Her breathing begins to speed as I move the pace of the song to a more upbeat tempo, increasing the movement of my fingers, mouth, and dick to a faster paced rhythm. I can feel my release begin to build as she moves her fingers to my nipple, twisting and pinching the hard bud.

“I’m close…” I say as my breathing becomes erratic and my thrusts start to get slightly sloppy.

“Me…. ohhhh.. tooo.” She moans, rocking her body into mine. I capture her lips in mine as I feel her orgasm spill over the edge like a overflowing cup of water. The pulsing around my cock helps to bring me to heaven, releasing my seed inside of her.

Our song begins to slow; the thrusts have calmed and the drumming has ended. We pause for a moment, resting our foreheads together. Still connected, enjoying the warmth and feeling of being together.

“Hey, I love you.” She says, breathing through my four favorite words.

“I love you too.” I take her mouth in mine. Kissing her softly, allowing our lips to melt together. “If this is the kind of welcome I get when I come home early, I’m gonna do it more often.” I chuckle at my joke, and she shakes her head.

“I need to shower again; wanna join?” She asks, the smile on her face makes my heart dance with joy. Oh I have missed her. Picking my love up, I move towards the shower, excited to spend the morning wrapped up in my wife. I couldn’t be happier.

A/N: I know I say this each and every time I post. But @whoopsharrystyles is amazing and I love her dearly. If everyone could have a best friend like her, the world would be a much happier place.