It wasn't until the next night that Tony finally convinced Jeannie to speak to him again.
Sunday afternoon, still frightened by Jeannie's outburst, Tony simply scrounged around the kitchen for lunch. He fixed himself a cheese sandwich and drank a glass of milk. He spent most of his day up in his study, working on some chart or experiment or other, but when dinner time came Tony thought he'd at least try to talk to her.
"Jeannie?" Tony called, when he descended into the living room. He spotted her bottle on the coffee table and walked over to it. "Jeannie?" he said toward the bottle, and again, while peering inside, "Jeannie?" Inside her bottle, Jeannie sat, huddled against her favorite pillows.
He waited for a response, but when there was none, he tried again. "Jeannie? Come on out." She waved her hand as if to shoo him away and hid her face.
"Come on, Jeannie. Please?" Jeannie looked up, stuck her tongue out, and again, buried her face in her pillows. Tony called once more, "Jeannie? Say something. Anything."
"Go away!" she replied.
"Fine. You're gonna have to come out of there eventually," he said in a huff. Having lost his appetite, Tony went back up to his study. He ended up going to bed early only to lie there and stare at the ceiling, feeling guilty about treating Jeannie like he did and more lonely than he had been in a long time.
The next morning, after taking his shower and dressing, Tony was met by the routine smell of breakfast cooking. He walked out into the kitchen, again calling Jeannie's name. When he reached the dinner table he found his usual morning meal (one egg, two slices of bacon, and a cup of coffee) waiting for him along with a note. He sat down to eat and picked up the note. It read:
Here is your breakfast. Do not forget your briefcase. Have a good day at work.
So Tony ate alone, thinking how strange it was that no matter how mad she was at him, Jeannie still looked after him. After breakfast he left for work calling, "Goodbye, Jeannie. I'll see you tonight."
He came home with a bouquet of roses and a large box of chocolates in his hands. "Jeannie, I'm home!" he announced. He walked into the living room, where he saw Jeannie go by in a flash toward his bedroom. "Jeannie? Look what I brought you," he said, chasing after her. She stopped in front of the door and turned around to look at him.
"Jeannie, here," Tony said, offering his gifts. She looked at him coolly.
"Thank you, Master," she said. Then she blinked and the chocolates were on the coffee table and the flowers were in a vase by the door. Tony withdrew his now empty, extended arms and rubbed his hands along his pant legs. Jeannie started to leave but he stopped her, saying:
"Jeannie, I'm sorry." Her cool look returned. "I'm really, very truly sorry," Tony repeated. "What can I do to make it up to you?" Jeannie raised her eyebrows, her face a blank, intimidating expression. "I can't stand it when you're mad at me. I miss you, Jeannie. Please, just tell me how I can make it up to you."
"You can marry me," she deadpanned. Tony sighed.
"You know I can't do that," he said.
"Then I suppose you cannot make it up to me," Jeannie answered, and walked past him toward the kitchen.
"Now Jeannie," Tony began, and moved until he was standing directly behind her. "Jeannie, please," he said, placing his hands on her arms. "It's not that I don't want to marry you. It's just that it's impossible."
"Why is it impossible, Master?" she asked, turning to face him.
Placing his hands on her arms again, he said, "If I marry you I'll lose my job, and being an astronaut means everything to me. You know that."
"But Master, what would have been the harm in marrying me yesterday? Dr. Bellows did not suspect anything."
"Maybe he didn't suspect anything yesterday," Tony said gently, "but sooner or later he would have. I just can't take that chance, Jeannie."
"For someone who wants to marry me, thou art most reluctant," she retorted.
"I would marry you if I could, but it's just impossible."
"Ha!" she scoffed, folded her arms, and began muttering in Arabic.
"Jeannie…" he implored, pulling her closer into his embrace. "Please, Jeannie." He lowered his lips and gently kissed the sweet spot he had discovered the morning before.
"Well…" Jeannie said, beginning to cave, "tell me how much you care about me," she finished, slyly.
Tony smiled. "You know how I feel about you, Jeannie." He kissed her neck, dwelling there a bit longer this time. "You're wonderful." Another kiss. "Beautiful." This time a gentle nip. "You're the best genie a man ever had." He gave her neck one more quick kiss and then looked into her eyes. "Will you forgive me?"
Jeannie swallowed and slowly nodded her head. "Yes, Master. I forgive you." Then Tony leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Jeannie responded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders pulling his head down further. He groaned and pulled away, returning his attention to her neck. "Oh Master," she whimpered as he took her soft flesh between his teeth and sucked. "Master, please," Jeannie begged. Pulling back, Tony kissed her lips long and hard. When they broke apart, Jeannie sighed and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I am sorry I was so angry with you, Master," she said, breaking the silence.
"It's okay, Jeannie. That was a pretty rotten trick I pulled," he conceded.
She pulled her head up and looked him in the eyes. "I understand that your duties as an astronaut are important, Master. I would never interfere with them." She kissed him again.
"Jeannie, how would you like to go out to dinner?" Tony asked.
"Oh, that would be wonderful, Master!" she exclaimed. She released herself from his embrace and spun around in excitement. Then she folded her arms and blinked, replacing her harem outfit with a beautiful white dress and Tony's uniform with a black tuxedo.
"Well!" Tony said, looking both Jeannie and himself over. "You look marvelous, Jeannie."
"Thank you, Master," she replied, shyly.
"Well, shall we go?" he inquired and extended his arm.
"Oh, yes, Master." Jeannie took his arm and followed as he led her out of the house.
That night they enjoyed a fine dinner, followed by dancing, and spent the final hours of the night alone on the beach. The conversation was easy and relaxed, and by the time they returned home, all thought of the wedding-that-could-have-been-but-never-was had been completely forgotten.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Master," Jeannie said as they walked in the front door.
"Anytime, Jeannie, you know that," Tony replied, pulling her into his arms. After a momentary pause he said, "I need to go bed. I've still gotta go to work in the morning."
"Yes, Master. You must rest." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight, darling Master," she said.
"Good night, darling Jeannie." Then he leaned in and kissed her once more, this time much longer than before. When they parted, he released Jeannie and watched as she yawned and then blinked. He made sure she was safely in her bottle before he turned and walked to his bedroom. He got ready for bed, and laid down, thinking how nice the day had ended. His last thought before he slipped into a deep sleep was how much Jeannie tasted like home.
A/N: Review if you like, for I heard somewhere that it's a fanfiction sin to read without reviewing, and it's likely the only thing to save you from eternal damnation.