Fic: light up my nights (1/1)
Title: light up my nights
Rating: R
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Word Count: 206
Summary: He’s wasted and she’s gorgeous. For starfoozle, who requested “Iron Man fic + U2” at my Winter Gift-Fic Extravaganza. Spoilers for Iron Man (2008); Warnings for illegal drug use.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title courtesy of U2.
Author’s Notes: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. None. Except for the idea of Tony and pepper in college fascinates me a little. So there’s that. Playing with Mysterious Ways this time :D
light up my nights
He’s been watching her between hits all night; his dick’s sluggish with illicit drugs, but he knows that he’d give his left testicle and his whole entire trust fund for a chance with the redhead in the hippie skirt, who’s dancing to Journey like the world’s gonna end.
“What’s your name?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized as she takes his joint between her plum-slick lips and tokes, lashes fluttering closed, silky and spent before she exhales, and fuck, but he’s sold.
She grins at him, loose and easy before her eyes open, before she lets her jaw go slack, gaze burst wide open as her pupils dilate and she stares at him, like she can see things he’d never dream.
She’s fucking gorgeous, and Christ Almighty, he wants her.
“‘Ginia,” she breathes, heady and hoarse, musical, like the universe is fighting for a way to sing her song, and yeah, he’s fucking wasted, and when he leans in, he licks inside her mouth against vodka and X, and he tastes jalapeños, notices the red Absolut on the table next to her, mostly gone.
“M’gonna call you Pepper,” he says, and she matches her smile to his as their lips meet again.
S’a good fucking night.
Rating: R
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Word Count: 206
Summary: He’s wasted and she’s gorgeous. For starfoozle, who requested “Iron Man fic + U2” at my Winter Gift-Fic Extravaganza. Spoilers for Iron Man (2008); Warnings for illegal drug use.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title courtesy of U2.
Author’s Notes: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. None. Except for the idea of Tony and pepper in college fascinates me a little. So there’s that. Playing with Mysterious Ways this time :D
light up my nights
He’s been watching her between hits all night; his dick’s sluggish with illicit drugs, but he knows that he’d give his left testicle and his whole entire trust fund for a chance with the redhead in the hippie skirt, who’s dancing to Journey like the world’s gonna end.
“What’s your name?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized as she takes his joint between her plum-slick lips and tokes, lashes fluttering closed, silky and spent before she exhales, and fuck, but he’s sold.
She grins at him, loose and easy before her eyes open, before she lets her jaw go slack, gaze burst wide open as her pupils dilate and she stares at him, like she can see things he’d never dream.
She’s fucking gorgeous, and Christ Almighty, he wants her.
“‘Ginia,” she breathes, heady and hoarse, musical, like the universe is fighting for a way to sing her song, and yeah, he’s fucking wasted, and when he leans in, he licks inside her mouth against vodka and X, and he tastes jalapeños, notices the red Absolut on the table next to her, mostly gone.
“M’gonna call you Pepper,” he says, and she matches her smile to his as their lips meet again.
S’a good fucking night.