"I bet you'd be good at it given a wardrobe and an event," Tony said with a grin. "C'mon, it's a date, we'll try it next time."

"Trust me, I'm no good at matching things," Cameron said, shaking her head. She kept following him, not realizing she was following him to his room. "All of my things are mix and match, I can't go wrong."

"Then you'll have oodles of fun with the suits," Tony said, letting her into his room without even thinking about it. "You just pick out a shirt to go with, and a vest if you're feeling fancy."

"With my luck, I'll end up trying to pair the exact wrong things together," Cameron said. "Patterns and textures that just don't work, something like that." She sat down on his bed, blinked when she realized how comfortable it was, and promptly flopped back on it.

Tony grinned at that. Yes, he knew his bed was awesome, thanks.

"Comfy there?" he teased, tossing the suit jacket off somewhere to the side to be dealt with later.

"God yes," Cameron said, squirming around a bit to get comfortable. The skirt of her dress rode up a little as she did.

Tony's gaze lingered on the exposed skin for a few moments. "Need any clothes for sleeping in? That's a fabulous dress, don't get me wrong, but I don't think it would be so comfortable for sleep."

Cameron reluctantly nodded a bit.

"Probably a good idea," she said. "I don't want to wrinkle this dress any more."

Tony snickered a bit at that. "That's what cleaning is for," he said, going over to rifle through his clothes for something she could wear. "Here." He tossed over an extra shirt that he guessed would be big on her, and a pair of drawstring shorts.

Cameron caught the shirt and shirts, and rolled off of the bed again with a soft noise.

"Thanks," she said. Reaching behind her, she tried to reach the zipper of the dress, but her fingers kept just missing it.

"Need help?" Tony offered after a moment, because he wasn't a total dick. He could unzip the top few inches for her.

"Sure," Cameron said, turning around. "I'd just grab it with my brain, but I don't know exactly where the zipper is and I don't want to ruin the dress."

Tony snickered a bit. "Yeah, this is easier," he agreed, moving over and unzipping the top couple inches for her. "Better?"

The next morning, Cameron woke up to find herself snuggled comfortably into Tony's bed. Blinking, she sat up and glanced around, turning a bit pink as she remembered what had gone on the night before.

Tony groaned a bit when she moved, wiggling over closer to her.

"Not time yet," he muttered grumpily.

Cameron turned even redder.

"Oh god," she breathed. "We actually slept together last night."

Tony opened one eye to look at her blearily. "Yeah we did," he agreed, cautiously. "Looking a little pale there. Come sleep more."

Cameron shook her head.

"No, you don't understand," she said. "We had sex last night. You and I." She looked around. "Where are my clothes?"

"In the bathroom, or if you wanted to use the sweats, they're on the floor," Tony said, watching her with a frown. "Cam, what's wrong?"

"I--" Cameron rooted around for something to wear. She stopped and looked at him. "I don't-- DO this sort of thing."

Tony blinked at her. "It doesn't have to make things harder, or anything," he told her. "If that's what you're worried about."

"Tony, I don't--" Cameron bit her lip. "I don't know, alright? I don't know how to... handle... things."

Tony blinked a few times, quiet for a few long moments.

"Okay," he said, because he didn't do feelings and talking, this was not his area, and he didn't know what to do for once.

Cameron bit her lip and went into the bathroom to get dressed. She needed to think and try to get herself together.

Tony got up quietly and got dressed, still bewildered as to what had just happened. But he didn't push, still trying to figure out the best course of action here.

And then Jarvis interrupted them both.

"Sir, Miss Potts is requesting your presence downstairs."

"Give me five," Tony said after half a second of deliberation.