Fic: Constellations
Title: Constellations
Author: alchemistc
Theme: 77 - ound
Rating: PG-13
Length: 469 (a Quadrudple Drabble?)
Summary: Pepper wakes one morning to find Tony has become very interested in Astronomy.
AN:
melanieriot told me to post this. NOW. So...here you go. Pure unadulterated fluff. Diabetics beware.
She wakes in the morning to find Tony’s head on her right breast, and his index finger tracing a pattern from her left breast, down to her sternum, and towards her belly button, then back up to just skim the side of her right breast again. She can feel his eyes following his finger, and she watches him trace the pattern a moment longer before she shifts a bit uncomfortably. Her chest is not a pillow.
“Tony, my breast is not your own personal pillow.”
“Hmm,” he mutters and otherwise ignores her.
“What are you doing?”
He grins against her nipple. “Connecting the dots.”
He’s playing with her freckles. With. Her. Freckles.
She sighs, and his head rises and falls back against her. He presses a kiss into her collarbone as he turns his head to look up at her.
“You’ll never guess what I found.”
“I imagine there are sexual connotations.”
His eyebrow raises to let her know she was wrong, but that he finds this highly amusing anyway. “No, but now that you mention it…kinky.”
She leans up on her elbows to glare at him, and he does that stupid and insanely attractive half-grin of his that very nearly shows teeth, and makes his nose scrunch up just the tiniest bit.
He pouts like a petulant child when she doesn’t guess, and turns back to her breasts in search of new constellations to forge into her skin. She caves.
“What did you find?”
“Hmm…what?” He’s got that far away look in his eyes. He’s probably tracing engines and high-tech devices now.
“What did you find?”
He smirks now. “Oh, so now you want to know?”
“Never mind.”
“I do mind. You keep twisting me around, Pepper Potts. I don’t ever know what to do around you.”
She rolls her eyes and glances at the clock beside the bed, and her eyes widen and she starts to get up. She has a conference call in twenty minutes, and he has a board meeting in an hour. Pepper sweeps away from the hand that reaches out to tug her back to bed, pulling the duvet up around her shoulders to maneuver her way into the bathroom. Tony flops back against the bed, his head barely missing the headboard.
“I found Iron Man. On your chest.”
“You…what?”
“Pepper, I am a constellation on your breast.”
“Would anybody like a peanut?”
“You astound me with your ability to quote so quickly after waking, Pepper Potts. Teach me how to master this skill.”
“You have to get ready.”
“Come back to bed.”
“I’d wear that new tie - the one Rhodey bought you for Christmas. The one with the little Iron Man caricatures on it. The Board will adore it.”
“I’d adore it if you came back to bed.”
“Get dressed, Iron Man.”
Author: alchemistc
Theme: 77 - ound
Rating: PG-13
Length: 469 (a Quadrudple Drabble?)
Summary: Pepper wakes one morning to find Tony has become very interested in Astronomy.
AN:
melanieriot told me to post this. NOW. So...here you go. Pure unadulterated fluff. Diabetics beware.
She wakes in the morning to find Tony’s head on her right breast, and his index finger tracing a pattern from her left breast, down to her sternum, and towards her belly button, then back up to just skim the side of her right breast again. She can feel his eyes following his finger, and she watches him trace the pattern a moment longer before she shifts a bit uncomfortably. Her chest is not a pillow.
“Tony, my breast is not your own personal pillow.”
“Hmm,” he mutters and otherwise ignores her.
“What are you doing?”
He grins against her nipple. “Connecting the dots.”
He’s playing with her freckles. With. Her. Freckles.
She sighs, and his head rises and falls back against her. He presses a kiss into her collarbone as he turns his head to look up at her.
“You’ll never guess what I found.”
“I imagine there are sexual connotations.”
His eyebrow raises to let her know she was wrong, but that he finds this highly amusing anyway. “No, but now that you mention it…kinky.”
She leans up on her elbows to glare at him, and he does that stupid and insanely attractive half-grin of his that very nearly shows teeth, and makes his nose scrunch up just the tiniest bit.
He pouts like a petulant child when she doesn’t guess, and turns back to her breasts in search of new constellations to forge into her skin. She caves.
“What did you find?”
“Hmm…what?” He’s got that far away look in his eyes. He’s probably tracing engines and high-tech devices now.
“What did you find?”
He smirks now. “Oh, so now you want to know?”
“Never mind.”
“I do mind. You keep twisting me around, Pepper Potts. I don’t ever know what to do around you.”
She rolls her eyes and glances at the clock beside the bed, and her eyes widen and she starts to get up. She has a conference call in twenty minutes, and he has a board meeting in an hour. Pepper sweeps away from the hand that reaches out to tug her back to bed, pulling the duvet up around her shoulders to maneuver her way into the bathroom. Tony flops back against the bed, his head barely missing the headboard.
“I found Iron Man. On your chest.”
“You…what?”
“Pepper, I am a constellation on your breast.”
“Would anybody like a peanut?”
“You astound me with your ability to quote so quickly after waking, Pepper Potts. Teach me how to master this skill.”
“You have to get ready.”
“Come back to bed.”
“I’d wear that new tie - the one Rhodey bought you for Christmas. The one with the little Iron Man caricatures on it. The Board will adore it.”
“I’d adore it if you came back to bed.”
“Get dressed, Iron Man.”