Fic: Ti Amo - Part 3
Ti Amo - Part 3
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1352
Summary: What is wrong with him?
The first time she wakes up it’s barely past five. She blinks at the clock on the nightstand and snuggles back into Tony’s chest. He’s still sleeping and she allows herself to take a good look at his face.
She had been so scared when he’d told her not to fight him. It was a side she had never thought she’d see, but now after a pretty damn good lovemaking session and some cuddling together, she doesn’t fear him anymore.
She shivers faintly when she buries her nose into his chest and smells that unique scent of male. It is difficult to stop all those instincts - those instincts that told her to stop because what they’re doing is utterly unprofessional, and even though he’s not her boss anymore it doesn’t seem to have taken off the insecurity between them.
“I love you…” She whispers softly and looks once again at his face.
He looks so peaceful and it’s a bit heart-breaking because she remembers all those times when he had nightmares and how troubled he was whenever he came back from an unsuccessful mission.
But now… being able to tell him how she truly feels about him, even though he can’t hear her is a step forward. She’s sure she wouldn’t have the courage to admit it out loud.
Outside is still sunny and there’s no sound other than the gentle waves and a few pelicans. She closes her eyes and falls back asleep to the warm arm wrapped around her shoulder.
Tony, on the other hand is floating and soaring and feels an inexplicably warmth spreading through him. He didn’t want this feeling to end.
He stretches the arm wrapped around Pepper’s warm skin after a couple of minutes and yawns gently into his fist. He opens his eyes and glances at the woman who is currently lying in his arms and he smiles a bit when she sighs in her sleep and strokes his abdomen.
Her soft hair tickles the side of his face and he closes his eyes in utter bliss. He remembers what happened a few hours ago and sighs. He never felt so much happiness since he came back from Afghanistan, and he’s pretty sure that he has to thank God for it.
“This is just about perfect-“ He whispers to himself when he realizes that there is just a thing that has to happen for it to be perfect.
He thinks about it for a few seconds then groans in irritation. It wouldn’t work, of course. She might think he says it out of respect.
The thing that startles him is the sound of his stomach growling. He carefully unwraps his arm from around her and covers her exposed shoulders with the comforter and sits up, looking for his boxers.
Ten minutes after, he’s searching through the enormous fridge for something to eat. He finds some ice-cream and a few pizza boxes, but nothing else. He groans in disappointment, but settles with the ice cream.
He walks through ten halls, maybe, until he reaches the living room. He looks thoughtfully at the couch and grabs the remote control for the LCD from the table in front of him. He settles on the couch with a happy sigh and turns on the TV.
It’s half an hour later when Pepper shows up in the door frame, wearing only his t-shirt, which barely passed past her rear.
“What do we have here?” He says with a devilish glint in his eyes as he sets down the bowl of ice cream and rushes towards her with hurried steps.
Pepper purrs with relief when she feels his strong arms around her and his lips on hers. It doesn’t take long for them to stumble across the living room and onto the couch, hands and lips everywhere, managing to turn off the lights in one swift movement.
The gentle light coming from the moon reflects the love in her eyes as she straddles his hips and pushes him onto his back. Tony whistles softly at her and moves his hands beneath her t-shirt (his), and grabs her ass roughly, pulling her closer to his impatient erection.
“If I tell you how much I’m enjoying the show would you slap me?” Tony asks her as she takes off the shirt.
“Maybe…” She emphases with a grind to his manhood.
Tony whimpers and closes his eyes as she leans down and takes devours his lips, the sweet taste of her getting him drunk.
He lets his hands wander from the small of her back to the subtle curve of her ass and to her sugary breasts. He grips them with utmost tenderness as she gasps against his mouth.
“Do you like that?” He manages through a kiss that practically leaves him breathless.
Her hum against his swollen lips proves that she truly does, and he grips them again, more firmly this time. And this time - she moans his name.
“That’s it - do you want me?” He asks her while she tries to take off his boxers.
“No.” She lies and trembles when his fingers spread her very delicately open.
She feels his warm breath rushing against her neck when he finds that nub of pleasure that makes her knees buckle. But it’s not that case because they’re sitting on a damn couch.
“Why’d you lie to me?” He all but growls into her ear when his fingers find the slickness gathered there.
There is that weirdly frightening tone again, and she has to look at him, make some contact… something… because this isn’t what she wants from him.
His eyes are so dark and her heart’s beating so abnormally fast.
They’ve done this before, but why does it feel so difficult to breathe when he touches her.
Her eyes snap shut when he slips a finger inside of her. She moans when he probes a second finger and moans even harder when he begins to piston them inside of her slick opening.
She can’t form a single thought and any chance of stopping him vanish as he finds her clit and rubs it in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The slick sound of his fingers when he pushes in and out of her send her out of her mind. She nearly screams as he introduces a third finger.
“Tony, please-“
He can’t stop. Not now when he has her where he’s always dreamed of. One more thrust and he feels her inner muscles contract around his fingers and he hears her say his name over and over again.
The contractions of her muscles didn’t stop yet as he enters her with a hard push. The sensation gives him so much pleasure that he has to lay his head down and look at the ceiling for ten seconds. He bites his cheek and looks at her - hair haphazardly and sticking out like she had ran her hands through it and a few bite marks on her neck and shoulder - before slowly grinding his hips into hers.
It doesn’t take long before he’s coming so hard that he practically lifts them some good inches from the couch. He stays there, locking his eyes with hers and trembling so badly that he grips her hips hard, knowing that he probably bruises her, but he cannot stop.
Pepper gasps when she feels his hips jerk and lift her up so that she has to balance herself on the either side of his arc reactor. Their eyes stay locked for as long as he trembles, until he crashes back down to the couch, gasping.
She allows him a few minutes recovery before she pushes herself off him with a moan and leaves the room for a very warm shower.
The fear doesn’t leave her catch her breath even after she’s under the warm water. What is wrong with him - them? … Whatever…
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Rating: NC-17
Length: 1352
Summary: What is wrong with him?
The first time she wakes up it’s barely past five. She blinks at the clock on the nightstand and snuggles back into Tony’s chest. He’s still sleeping and she allows herself to take a good look at his face.
She had been so scared when he’d told her not to fight him. It was a side she had never thought she’d see, but now after a pretty damn good lovemaking session and some cuddling together, she doesn’t fear him anymore.
She shivers faintly when she buries her nose into his chest and smells that unique scent of male. It is difficult to stop all those instincts - those instincts that told her to stop because what they’re doing is utterly unprofessional, and even though he’s not her boss anymore it doesn’t seem to have taken off the insecurity between them.
“I love you…” She whispers softly and looks once again at his face.
He looks so peaceful and it’s a bit heart-breaking because she remembers all those times when he had nightmares and how troubled he was whenever he came back from an unsuccessful mission.
But now… being able to tell him how she truly feels about him, even though he can’t hear her is a step forward. She’s sure she wouldn’t have the courage to admit it out loud.
Outside is still sunny and there’s no sound other than the gentle waves and a few pelicans. She closes her eyes and falls back asleep to the warm arm wrapped around her shoulder.
Tony, on the other hand is floating and soaring and feels an inexplicably warmth spreading through him. He didn’t want this feeling to end.
He stretches the arm wrapped around Pepper’s warm skin after a couple of minutes and yawns gently into his fist. He opens his eyes and glances at the woman who is currently lying in his arms and he smiles a bit when she sighs in her sleep and strokes his abdomen.
Her soft hair tickles the side of his face and he closes his eyes in utter bliss. He remembers what happened a few hours ago and sighs. He never felt so much happiness since he came back from Afghanistan, and he’s pretty sure that he has to thank God for it.
“This is just about perfect-“ He whispers to himself when he realizes that there is just a thing that has to happen for it to be perfect.
He thinks about it for a few seconds then groans in irritation. It wouldn’t work, of course. She might think he says it out of respect.
The thing that startles him is the sound of his stomach growling. He carefully unwraps his arm from around her and covers her exposed shoulders with the comforter and sits up, looking for his boxers.
Ten minutes after, he’s searching through the enormous fridge for something to eat. He finds some ice-cream and a few pizza boxes, but nothing else. He groans in disappointment, but settles with the ice cream.
He walks through ten halls, maybe, until he reaches the living room. He looks thoughtfully at the couch and grabs the remote control for the LCD from the table in front of him. He settles on the couch with a happy sigh and turns on the TV.
It’s half an hour later when Pepper shows up in the door frame, wearing only his t-shirt, which barely passed past her rear.
“What do we have here?” He says with a devilish glint in his eyes as he sets down the bowl of ice cream and rushes towards her with hurried steps.
Pepper purrs with relief when she feels his strong arms around her and his lips on hers. It doesn’t take long for them to stumble across the living room and onto the couch, hands and lips everywhere, managing to turn off the lights in one swift movement.
The gentle light coming from the moon reflects the love in her eyes as she straddles his hips and pushes him onto his back. Tony whistles softly at her and moves his hands beneath her t-shirt (his), and grabs her ass roughly, pulling her closer to his impatient erection.
“If I tell you how much I’m enjoying the show would you slap me?” Tony asks her as she takes off the shirt.
“Maybe…” She emphases with a grind to his manhood.
Tony whimpers and closes his eyes as she leans down and takes devours his lips, the sweet taste of her getting him drunk.
He lets his hands wander from the small of her back to the subtle curve of her ass and to her sugary breasts. He grips them with utmost tenderness as she gasps against his mouth.
“Do you like that?” He manages through a kiss that practically leaves him breathless.
Her hum against his swollen lips proves that she truly does, and he grips them again, more firmly this time. And this time - she moans his name.
“That’s it - do you want me?” He asks her while she tries to take off his boxers.
“No.” She lies and trembles when his fingers spread her very delicately open.
She feels his warm breath rushing against her neck when he finds that nub of pleasure that makes her knees buckle. But it’s not that case because they’re sitting on a damn couch.
“Why’d you lie to me?” He all but growls into her ear when his fingers find the slickness gathered there.
There is that weirdly frightening tone again, and she has to look at him, make some contact… something… because this isn’t what she wants from him.
His eyes are so dark and her heart’s beating so abnormally fast.
They’ve done this before, but why does it feel so difficult to breathe when he touches her.
Her eyes snap shut when he slips a finger inside of her. She moans when he probes a second finger and moans even harder when he begins to piston them inside of her slick opening.
She can’t form a single thought and any chance of stopping him vanish as he finds her clit and rubs it in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The slick sound of his fingers when he pushes in and out of her send her out of her mind. She nearly screams as he introduces a third finger.
“Tony, please-“
He can’t stop. Not now when he has her where he’s always dreamed of. One more thrust and he feels her inner muscles contract around his fingers and he hears her say his name over and over again.
The contractions of her muscles didn’t stop yet as he enters her with a hard push. The sensation gives him so much pleasure that he has to lay his head down and look at the ceiling for ten seconds. He bites his cheek and looks at her - hair haphazardly and sticking out like she had ran her hands through it and a few bite marks on her neck and shoulder - before slowly grinding his hips into hers.
It doesn’t take long before he’s coming so hard that he practically lifts them some good inches from the couch. He stays there, locking his eyes with hers and trembling so badly that he grips her hips hard, knowing that he probably bruises her, but he cannot stop.
Pepper gasps when she feels his hips jerk and lift her up so that she has to balance herself on the either side of his arc reactor. Their eyes stay locked for as long as he trembles, until he crashes back down to the couch, gasping.
She allows him a few minutes recovery before she pushes herself off him with a moan and leaves the room for a very warm shower.
The fear doesn’t leave her catch her breath even after she’s under the warm water. What is wrong with him - them? … Whatever…
I REACH HEAVEN ANY TIME I SEE YOUR COMMENTS/REVIEWS!!!