Fic: Wondering (Tony/Pepper)
Title: Wondering
Fandom: Iron Man
Prompt: Pepperony 200, #149. Ghost
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 221
Character(s)/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Summary: Drabblish again. Post-movie, UST. I can't help myself. :)
A/N: It's probably bad that I'm procrastinating after only two classes...
Tony touches the Iron Man suit the way Pepper imagines he touched those hundreds of women. Actually, now that she thinks about it, he's probably a great deal more loving with the suit than he'd ever been with any of his flavor-of-the-hours. His fingers ghost over the red and gold metal, and whenever she watches him carefully tightening a bolt, adjusting a component, or oiling a gear, she thinks about sex.
About what Tony must be like during sex.
About what it would be like to have sex with Tony. Something she'd spent years determining that she would never actually do, but all that had changed when his eyes had shifted from women's curves to hard, unyielding metal. That resolution had changed irrevocably, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself, just as he'd changed himself right along with it. Or maybe she's behind the curve, and it had just taken her a while to catch up to what he'd already accomplished, to figure out what he'd done (she's used to that).
And despite all of her (silent) insistence that it would be a horrible idea, that their relationship would be changed forever, and not necessarily for the better, every time she watches him work on the suit her willpower gets a little bit weaker.
Fandom: Iron Man
Prompt: Pepperony 200, #149. Ghost
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 221
Character(s)/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Summary: Drabblish again. Post-movie, UST. I can't help myself. :)
A/N: It's probably bad that I'm procrastinating after only two classes...
Tony touches the Iron Man suit the way Pepper imagines he touched those hundreds of women. Actually, now that she thinks about it, he's probably a great deal more loving with the suit than he'd ever been with any of his flavor-of-the-hours. His fingers ghost over the red and gold metal, and whenever she watches him carefully tightening a bolt, adjusting a component, or oiling a gear, she thinks about sex.
About what Tony must be like during sex.
About what it would be like to have sex with Tony. Something she'd spent years determining that she would never actually do, but all that had changed when his eyes had shifted from women's curves to hard, unyielding metal. That resolution had changed irrevocably, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself, just as he'd changed himself right along with it. Or maybe she's behind the curve, and it had just taken her a while to catch up to what he'd already accomplished, to figure out what he'd done (she's used to that).
And despite all of her (silent) insistence that it would be a horrible idea, that their relationship would be changed forever, and not necessarily for the better, every time she watches him work on the suit her willpower gets a little bit weaker.