Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man: Chapter Thirty-Three
TITLE: Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man
AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: Short, sorry, but I'm posting one more chapter today.
Chapter Thirty-Three:
Pepper was mildly surprised when Tony directed his Audi towards her neighborhood. At her curious look in his direction, Tony simply shrugged and draped one arm around her shoulders.
“I don’t have any cookie dough.”
Pepper felt herself smile a little.
As he parked his car in her driveway and held her front door open for her to walk through. Whatever Tony had in mind, Pepper was completely in the dark.
He bumped the front door shut behind him with his backside, patted Pepper on the shoulders, and directed her towards her bedroom. “Comfy clothes first, Potts.”
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Absolutely no good. Clothes!” he reminded.
Pepper sauntered up the stairs and snuck a glance back at Tony when she made the first landing.
“No peeking,” he chastised-his back turned to her as he loosened his tie and shrugged out of his blazer. Pepper smirked and wondered when he had developed those eyes in the back of his head. Her uncanny sense of knowing what he was up to seemed to be rubbing off. With a confused smile, Pepper continued up to her bedroom with the sound of Tony slipping out of his office persona.
She took her time shedding her skirt suit piece by piece. Not bothering with finding a bra, Pepper slipped into her threadbare college T-shirt and another pair of Victoria’s Secret sweatpants with “Live Pink!” screen printed down one leg. Tossing her clothes into a hamper, Pepper walked to her bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean her smudged make-up away.
The mirror reflected a face she didn’t quite recognize. Something loosened within in her over the past few weeks and the blue eyes that blinked back at her reminded her of a loosely capped bottle-tears were just within draining but refused to spill beyond her eyelashes. The crying she had done earlier in her private restroom was only the beginning of things. Ten or fifteen minutes of wailing all over Tony was not going to be enough. She was a strong woman-she held it together for the better part of three horrible months when Tony was…
When everyone else thought Tony was dead.
Pepper scrubbed the damp washcloth across her face and pulled her hair back in a haphazard ponytail.
I’m not going to think about that tonight. Not this night. Not when he’s here for me.
She made a racket as she left her bedroom and put on a happy face that became more genuine with each step down the stairs. Tony had turned out all the lights, cued up a movie on her television, and stood in his boxers with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a package of Pilsbury chocolate chip cookie dough in the other.
Pepper’s smile came easily. “What’s in the DVD player, handsome?”
Tony handed her the mug of cocoa and directed her to the sofa with a crooked grin. “Young Frankenstein, beautiful.”
“And after?”
“I had no idea you were a fan of the Saw movies,” he teased.
Pepper crawled into his lap and traced a finger across the mellow blue glow of his arc reactor. “And after?”
Tony pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Debauchery, of course,” he rumbled the words into her hair and pressed “play” on the remote.
TBC
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AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: Short, sorry, but I'm posting one more chapter today.
Chapter Thirty-Three:
Pepper was mildly surprised when Tony directed his Audi towards her neighborhood. At her curious look in his direction, Tony simply shrugged and draped one arm around her shoulders.
“I don’t have any cookie dough.”
Pepper felt herself smile a little.
As he parked his car in her driveway and held her front door open for her to walk through. Whatever Tony had in mind, Pepper was completely in the dark.
He bumped the front door shut behind him with his backside, patted Pepper on the shoulders, and directed her towards her bedroom. “Comfy clothes first, Potts.”
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Absolutely no good. Clothes!” he reminded.
Pepper sauntered up the stairs and snuck a glance back at Tony when she made the first landing.
“No peeking,” he chastised-his back turned to her as he loosened his tie and shrugged out of his blazer. Pepper smirked and wondered when he had developed those eyes in the back of his head. Her uncanny sense of knowing what he was up to seemed to be rubbing off. With a confused smile, Pepper continued up to her bedroom with the sound of Tony slipping out of his office persona.
She took her time shedding her skirt suit piece by piece. Not bothering with finding a bra, Pepper slipped into her threadbare college T-shirt and another pair of Victoria’s Secret sweatpants with “Live Pink!” screen printed down one leg. Tossing her clothes into a hamper, Pepper walked to her bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean her smudged make-up away.
The mirror reflected a face she didn’t quite recognize. Something loosened within in her over the past few weeks and the blue eyes that blinked back at her reminded her of a loosely capped bottle-tears were just within draining but refused to spill beyond her eyelashes. The crying she had done earlier in her private restroom was only the beginning of things. Ten or fifteen minutes of wailing all over Tony was not going to be enough. She was a strong woman-she held it together for the better part of three horrible months when Tony was…
When everyone else thought Tony was dead.
Pepper scrubbed the damp washcloth across her face and pulled her hair back in a haphazard ponytail.
I’m not going to think about that tonight. Not this night. Not when he’s here for me.
She made a racket as she left her bedroom and put on a happy face that became more genuine with each step down the stairs. Tony had turned out all the lights, cued up a movie on her television, and stood in his boxers with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a package of Pilsbury chocolate chip cookie dough in the other.
Pepper’s smile came easily. “What’s in the DVD player, handsome?”
Tony handed her the mug of cocoa and directed her to the sofa with a crooked grin. “Young Frankenstein, beautiful.”
“And after?”
“I had no idea you were a fan of the Saw movies,” he teased.
Pepper crawled into his lap and traced a finger across the mellow blue glow of his arc reactor. “And after?”
Tony pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Debauchery, of course,” he rumbled the words into her hair and pressed “play” on the remote.
TBC
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