[Iron Man - R - Pepper/Tony] Pillow talk
Title: Pillow talk
Author: nicpick (Nic)
Characters: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Rating: R for sexy things
Summary: Some nights, the line between banter and innuendo is entirely nonexistent.
"Headache?"
"Tony!" It was just the sort of thing he would do, Pepper thought as she released the tension that had formed in her shoulders at the surprise touch to the back of her neck.
She twisted around where she was perched on one of Tony's sofas, and took in the sight of her wayward boss.
He looked the same as he always did after an extended period in the shop; sweat-stained and generally dishevelled, with a stripe of motor oil staining his face above his left eyebrow.
It was somewhat endearing.
It definitely would have been if he wasn't also smirking at her, but Pepper was staring at him.
"I'm going to go with a yes on that headache," he said, mostly for his own benefit, and then, for her, "I have some Aleve with your name on it."
"I'm fine. Thanks for offering."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," she picked up the laptop she had been using, and set it on the coffee table in front of her. "I was finishing up today's reports."
"You could have waited until the morning."
"No, I couldn't. You could, but I prefer finishing a day's work properly, instead of putting it off."
"Well that's the difference between us."
"One of many."
Pepper crossed her arms, watching as Tony stood, awkward as he was capable of being, in the centre of the room. "Are you ever planning on finishing your speech for the MIT commencement."
Tony shifted, scrubbed a hand through his hair, and gestured vaguely. "It's a speech. I make those all the time. I don't see why you keep pestering me about it."
"Well Tony, you have a history of adlibbing speeches."
"Pepper..."
"I think the mayor was about five seconds away from killing you after that last one about the damage to the Empire State Building being really not that bad. Also, you called him a pansy."
"It was an accurate description."
"Doctor Pym had to talk the state out of suing you." Pepper put on a no-nonsense expression, and dared Tony on.
"Oh, so he's Doctor Pym now."
Score one Pepper Potts, she thought with a victory smirk. "You don't have to change the subject, just admit that I'm right."
Tony shifted on his feet again.
It hadn't taken her long to figure out Tony's pouting expression, and that was it. He kept on with the subject-changing:
"This has absolutely nothing to do with what I came up here for."
"And that would be?"
She tapped her fingertips against her neck, only faltering when Tony's stance abruptly changed from annoyed uncertainty to predatory seduction.
It was really a very rapid change.
No one would blame Pepper if, say, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes glazed for a fraction of a second.
Tony stalked toward her a couple of steps, and said, "That would be, to tell my assistant that it was time for her to go home."
"Oh?"
"You see, I have this hot girlfriend due in a couple of minutes, and I wouldn't want to complicate things."
Her heart stuttered.
It was stupid of her, but Pepper had been his assistant for years. She knew him.
She was hardly being irrational.
Tony moved again, around the back of the sofa, until he was just behind where she was sitting. His arm draped casually over her shoulders, his back bent just slightly as he leaned closer.
"I hadn't known you were aware of the term girlfriend, Mr. Stark. Don't you mean conquest?"
"Oh, not this one. She's very special."
"She sounds special."
"Well, she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and you should see this smile she gets," he grinned right into her, and Pepper bit her lip, an unconscious action as she focused on the warm body inches away from her own.
His mouth was only inches from hers as he finished speaking, "Sometimes I think she's even smarter than I am."
Pepper swallowed heavily. "You're crazy."
"She makes me that way."
It only took a tip of her chin and they were kissing.
He hummed into her mouth, and they managed for a few seconds before tongues were meeting, and Pepper had reached around to grasp at Tony's neck, her hands slipping and faltering.
In an act of general abuse against the sofa and her once-unwrinkled skirt, Pepper pushed herself up onto her knees, pressing her body against Tony's.
He laughed at her in a way that completely failed to embarrass her, and then she was being swept up in a tight hug that carried her up and over the sofa.
She squeaked a little, which, of course, only caused Tony to grin at her.
"It's a good thing I can run in heels, Tony," she admonished him as he set her back on her feet.
"I always did love that about you."
She rolled her eyes. "Do you ever turn that charm off?"
"I'm sorry, I don't understand the question," he replied, and then he was sucking at her neck, light enough so she wouldn't bruise, but with no less enthusiasm.
It made her eyelids flutter, before she closed them altogether, letting her left hand, pinned strategically between their bodies, trace a curving line around the arc reactor in his chest, making him shiver.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, that's just --" Tony's breath was heavy against her neck, his arm hugging tightly across her back, and the remnants of his last kiss was still making her senses run high. "You know you're the only one I trust. With this."
"There's some kind of metaphor in that."
It was difficult to do anything but breathe when Tony was like this, folded in on her and leaving himself open for attack. She managed a smile through narrowed eyes, something that was soft, and too sweet for her liking.
But when Tony looked at her, he was smiling in much the same manner.
"More than one, I'd say," he hesitated, grabbed her free fingers and kissed them, before adding offhand, "They're all true."
"Of course, Mr. Stark."
"I think you should kiss me again."
She laughed, and did as he said. His mouth was warm and tasted of stale coffee and a distinct lack of any sort of real food. His goatee scratched a little at her lips, tickling them, making her smile widen.
He twisted his fingers into her hair, trying to pull it out of it's carefully tamed style.
Her own fingers continued to trace the arc reactor, up and underneath Tony's thin shirt. With every passing minute she was reawakening the cooled sweat still lingering on his skin, and he was heating her up. Her corporate clothing felt formal and constricting where it was once comfortable, and her right hand was begin to work open the buttons at her collar.
Tony helped her along, their hands tripping over each other, hindering as much as anything else. Her shirt finally slipped to the floor, and they were leading each other backwards toward Tony's bedroom.
"You know," Tony breathed against her neck as she unbuttoned his jeans, "That sofa would've worked just fine."
Pepper made a face, causing Tony to smirk at her. "I'm not throwing out my back because you couldn't wait a couple minutes to get to a bed."
"Obviously you haven't been using the proper technique. Couch sex is a fine art."
"Tony, I'm going to take my shoes off, and you're going to shut up if you know what's good for you."
"Yes, ma'am."
Pepper tugged off her heels, and placed them carefully out of the way.
She might be okay with replacing shirts and other business attire, but her shoes were a different matter. Tony eventually stripped out of his shirt, and her skirt slid down around her ankles.
Then they made it to the bed, but not before Tony managed to do a few things with her pinned to the bedroom wall.
It was worth it in the morning.
End.
Author's Notes: I hope everyone enjoyed reading. I had fun writing, as always, and much love goes to those that comment.
Word Count: ~1400
Author: nicpick (Nic)
Characters: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Rating: R for sexy things
Summary: Some nights, the line between banter and innuendo is entirely nonexistent.
"Headache?"
"Tony!" It was just the sort of thing he would do, Pepper thought as she released the tension that had formed in her shoulders at the surprise touch to the back of her neck.
She twisted around where she was perched on one of Tony's sofas, and took in the sight of her wayward boss.
He looked the same as he always did after an extended period in the shop; sweat-stained and generally dishevelled, with a stripe of motor oil staining his face above his left eyebrow.
It was somewhat endearing.
It definitely would have been if he wasn't also smirking at her, but Pepper was staring at him.
"I'm going to go with a yes on that headache," he said, mostly for his own benefit, and then, for her, "I have some Aleve with your name on it."
"I'm fine. Thanks for offering."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," she picked up the laptop she had been using, and set it on the coffee table in front of her. "I was finishing up today's reports."
"You could have waited until the morning."
"No, I couldn't. You could, but I prefer finishing a day's work properly, instead of putting it off."
"Well that's the difference between us."
"One of many."
Pepper crossed her arms, watching as Tony stood, awkward as he was capable of being, in the centre of the room. "Are you ever planning on finishing your speech for the MIT commencement."
Tony shifted, scrubbed a hand through his hair, and gestured vaguely. "It's a speech. I make those all the time. I don't see why you keep pestering me about it."
"Well Tony, you have a history of adlibbing speeches."
"Pepper..."
"I think the mayor was about five seconds away from killing you after that last one about the damage to the Empire State Building being really not that bad. Also, you called him a pansy."
"It was an accurate description."
"Doctor Pym had to talk the state out of suing you." Pepper put on a no-nonsense expression, and dared Tony on.
"Oh, so he's Doctor Pym now."
Score one Pepper Potts, she thought with a victory smirk. "You don't have to change the subject, just admit that I'm right."
Tony shifted on his feet again.
It hadn't taken her long to figure out Tony's pouting expression, and that was it. He kept on with the subject-changing:
"This has absolutely nothing to do with what I came up here for."
"And that would be?"
She tapped her fingertips against her neck, only faltering when Tony's stance abruptly changed from annoyed uncertainty to predatory seduction.
It was really a very rapid change.
No one would blame Pepper if, say, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes glazed for a fraction of a second.
Tony stalked toward her a couple of steps, and said, "That would be, to tell my assistant that it was time for her to go home."
"Oh?"
"You see, I have this hot girlfriend due in a couple of minutes, and I wouldn't want to complicate things."
Her heart stuttered.
It was stupid of her, but Pepper had been his assistant for years. She knew him.
She was hardly being irrational.
Tony moved again, around the back of the sofa, until he was just behind where she was sitting. His arm draped casually over her shoulders, his back bent just slightly as he leaned closer.
"I hadn't known you were aware of the term girlfriend, Mr. Stark. Don't you mean conquest?"
"Oh, not this one. She's very special."
"She sounds special."
"Well, she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and you should see this smile she gets," he grinned right into her, and Pepper bit her lip, an unconscious action as she focused on the warm body inches away from her own.
His mouth was only inches from hers as he finished speaking, "Sometimes I think she's even smarter than I am."
Pepper swallowed heavily. "You're crazy."
"She makes me that way."
It only took a tip of her chin and they were kissing.
He hummed into her mouth, and they managed for a few seconds before tongues were meeting, and Pepper had reached around to grasp at Tony's neck, her hands slipping and faltering.
In an act of general abuse against the sofa and her once-unwrinkled skirt, Pepper pushed herself up onto her knees, pressing her body against Tony's.
He laughed at her in a way that completely failed to embarrass her, and then she was being swept up in a tight hug that carried her up and over the sofa.
She squeaked a little, which, of course, only caused Tony to grin at her.
"It's a good thing I can run in heels, Tony," she admonished him as he set her back on her feet.
"I always did love that about you."
She rolled her eyes. "Do you ever turn that charm off?"
"I'm sorry, I don't understand the question," he replied, and then he was sucking at her neck, light enough so she wouldn't bruise, but with no less enthusiasm.
It made her eyelids flutter, before she closed them altogether, letting her left hand, pinned strategically between their bodies, trace a curving line around the arc reactor in his chest, making him shiver.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, that's just --" Tony's breath was heavy against her neck, his arm hugging tightly across her back, and the remnants of his last kiss was still making her senses run high. "You know you're the only one I trust. With this."
"There's some kind of metaphor in that."
It was difficult to do anything but breathe when Tony was like this, folded in on her and leaving himself open for attack. She managed a smile through narrowed eyes, something that was soft, and too sweet for her liking.
But when Tony looked at her, he was smiling in much the same manner.
"More than one, I'd say," he hesitated, grabbed her free fingers and kissed them, before adding offhand, "They're all true."
"Of course, Mr. Stark."
"I think you should kiss me again."
She laughed, and did as he said. His mouth was warm and tasted of stale coffee and a distinct lack of any sort of real food. His goatee scratched a little at her lips, tickling them, making her smile widen.
He twisted his fingers into her hair, trying to pull it out of it's carefully tamed style.
Her own fingers continued to trace the arc reactor, up and underneath Tony's thin shirt. With every passing minute she was reawakening the cooled sweat still lingering on his skin, and he was heating her up. Her corporate clothing felt formal and constricting where it was once comfortable, and her right hand was begin to work open the buttons at her collar.
Tony helped her along, their hands tripping over each other, hindering as much as anything else. Her shirt finally slipped to the floor, and they were leading each other backwards toward Tony's bedroom.
"You know," Tony breathed against her neck as she unbuttoned his jeans, "That sofa would've worked just fine."
Pepper made a face, causing Tony to smirk at her. "I'm not throwing out my back because you couldn't wait a couple minutes to get to a bed."
"Obviously you haven't been using the proper technique. Couch sex is a fine art."
"Tony, I'm going to take my shoes off, and you're going to shut up if you know what's good for you."
"Yes, ma'am."
Pepper tugged off her heels, and placed them carefully out of the way.
She might be okay with replacing shirts and other business attire, but her shoes were a different matter. Tony eventually stripped out of his shirt, and her skirt slid down around her ankles.
Then they made it to the bed, but not before Tony managed to do a few things with her pinned to the bedroom wall.
It was worth it in the morning.
End.
Author's Notes: I hope everyone enjoyed reading. I had fun writing, as always, and much love goes to those that comment.
Word Count: ~1400