fic: Charming Possbilities
Charming Possibilities - Part Three
Rating: R (language and non-explicit sex)
Part Three
Pepper Potts couldn’t believe what she just read. She simply refused to believe what the newspapers said about her former boss. She threw the newspaper in the trash and sat down on her sofa, crying silently into her hands. She knew she shouldn’t cry because whatsoever she was the one who turned him down countless times. But it wasn’t just the fact that he started sleeping around with women - again - no… it was the fact that he purposefully made out with four fucking red-heads.
She knew he didn’t choose them at random. She just didn’t have a single clue about what was happening inside his head nowadays. Her dream of being with him disappeared just like that since he decided to make her CEO out of nowhere. They could have been together after that, but they haven’t seen each other all that much and their relationship cooled down after just a couple of months.
She craved for his presence every day. She craved for his touch and she needed his voice to comfort her whenever she felt she couldn’t take it anymore…
But she really needed to stop thinking about him and the fact that he apparently returned to his old habits. She needed to forget every single memory of the two of them together. Even though she often day dreamed about the two of them together deep beneath the covers as he moved atop of her, slow and secure, his warm body hard and alive against hers.
She should stop crying - pronto.
On the other hand, Tony felt like he needed to drink something. Out of desperation he grabbed a bottle of vodka and gulped down half of it in a few minutes. The next day was supposed to be the first official day of the New Year and he had no plans. He figured out that he should go out with someone…. A red-head probably, since they pleased him so damn much.
If Pepper hears about this she’ll be wrecked. Since when did I get so damn picky?
Since he started to develop deep feelings for his former PA…
Suddenly a bright idea popped up inside his head. He would need to call Natalie, his assistant, even though it was her day-off…
“Natalie?” He asked as she picked from the first call.
“May I remind you that this is my day-off, Mr. Stark?”
Tony chuckled at his assistant. She was a red-head too. Red-heads had a fiery temper, he knew that.
“Yeah, I know…” He mumbled. “I need you to throw a party.”
He could swear that the woman at the other end of the line hissed. He didn’t know whether she hissed in delight or in fury, but it was less important now.
“Why in hell did you figure out that you needed to throw a damn party now, Mr. Stark?” She sounded positively angry.
“Since tomorrow it’s the last day of the year. Should have figured it out sooner.” He pointed out more for himself.
“Great. When, where and who do you want on the guest list?”
He heard a muffled sound and he supposed that his assistant grabbed her PDA for notes.
“Well… I won’t go anywhere outside my mansion. That’s for sure.”
“Right…”
“Is it too early if I say seven o’clock?” Tony slurred.
“Not at all. Are you drunk?”
“A little.” He responded and hiccupped slightly. “You know what? I want all the possible red-heads who’re willing to have sex with me, okay?”
“All of them?” She repeated.
“Well, yes and no. Don’t write Potts in there. She won’t have sex with me, like, let’s say… a million years.” He laughed then, the bitterness of it reaching deep into his soul.
“All right… Let me handle this.”
He would, of course.
Everything was ready the next day. The guest list contained twenty-six women - red-heads, as Tony specifically ordered - and of course, four strawberry-blondes who looked just like Pepper. Natalie knew that something was going on between her boss and his former assistant, but she didn’t like to intrude, so she shut up and just watched them. It was clearly that Tony had some deep feelings for Virginia Potts.
This time something was really wrong. He hadn’t ordered even once women since she’d been his assistant.
It shouldn’t concern her, but it does. She knew that he had changed, a lot, she might add. She had read many articles about him and his habits - kinks, even. But that was before he was kidnapped, not now. Iron Man was often on the first page on every newspaper in the city, but what he did were good things, not bad like now.
“Nat?” Tony asked with a raised eye-brow.
“Boss?” She countered and dropped her purse and keys on the kitchen counter.
“How ‘bout you stay as well?”
She grinned devilishly at him, exposing a few white teeth. Tony smirked back and dropped the subject. He knew he wouldn’t convince her into having sex with him - just yet, he reminded to himself.
“Anyway… you could just stay over and watch us. Maybe you’ll get turned on then.”
“Maybe…”
Tony grinned and turned away from her, hoping that it’ll turn out well, after all.
At seven o’clock the guests started to arrive - the guests, actually. He was actually surprised when they got out from a bus. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that his assistant planned this.
One thing he did not know.
The sexy dressed women with great looking legs - complete with high heels and painted nails kissed him sweetly as they made their way into his mansion.
Tony smirked and showed them the living room, the kitchen and his bedroom. Those were the only places they were allowed in.
“So… ladies.” Tony cleared his throat and continued. “Make yourself comfortable - turn on the LCD, but be careful. There are only porn channels tonight.”
“Awww.” Came their surprised whimper, but they complied nonetheless.
In an instant the hi-def home cinema rocked their ears as the people on the screen fucked wildly.
“Just like that…” Tony whispered. “You girls should start without me.”
The women didn’t waste any precious time as they started to kiss heatedly, causing Tony to breathe heavily as he watched them. Good god. This is A-MA-ZING. Oooonly red-heads with freckles. Nice touch, Stark. You’re really obsessed.
He went upstairs to his bedroom and got undressed, only leaving on his sexy black boxers and took a fluffy robe from the dresser, then ran downstairs only to see that the women were already naked and waiting for him.
“Oh boy.” He whispered and took a step forward into their warm space.
There were maybe forty minutes until midnight - until 2010, when Jarvis’s voice broke through the suggestive sounds.
“Sir, it appears that you have a visitor.”
It took Tony half a minute to respond ‘cuz he was too busy.
“Who’s the v-visitor? Jeez! Take it slowly, honey.”
“Virginia Potts.”
Tony jumped at the hearing of Pepper’s name and quickly got off the couch.
“Ladies please go and hide somewhere, but not here. Upstairs.” He ordered nervously and looked around himself.
It didn’t look too bad, he had to admit. There were just a few champagne bottles opened on the table and dozens of condoms. He scrunched his nose at those and went to hide them in his pockets.
Tony cleared his throat nervously and went to open the front door.
“Merry Christmas!” He said with an ear-to-ear grin.
Pepper looked at him quizzically and took in his appearance.
“Oops. I know that look, Potts. Did I say something wrong?” Tony slurred huskily.
“It’s not Christmas, Tony. It’s New Year’s eve.”
“Yeah, yeah. Boring details. Come in.”
Fluffy robe, disheveled look, cigarette smell and drunken breath… Something’s wrong here.
“What happened here?” She stopped in her tracks as she saw a few bras hanging off the table.
She looked back at him and felt a faint odor of sex radiating off him.
When he didn’t respond, Pepper took the liberty of pushing away from him.
“Oh god…” She gasped and felt a sting behind her eyes, but she fought it.
Tony didn’t let her say anything else as he grabbed both her arms just below her elbows and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. Pepper felt her knees go weak at the mere touch of his lips and goatee against her skin and she tried to escape his grip, but found that she couldn’t. If it wasn’t enough - some other things were pressing against hers, not just his lips.
“You disgust me.” She spat as she broke away from him with a death glare.
“Wait -what?”
“I’m leaving.” She murmured and started to walk towards the exit, when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back against him.
He groaned at the friction between their bodies.
“It’s not what you think.” He tried to excuse himself.
“I don’t care.”
He spun her around until she was facing him completely.
“I was just role-playing, you know…”
Pepper raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t believe him.
“Then why do you smell like this?”
“Like what?” Tony encountered.
Pepper pressed her fists into his chest desperately.
“Like sex, Tony. You know it very well.”
“Well… I might say that I like playing with myself.”
“Stop it, Tony. Whatever you want to do, it’s not working.”
“I don’t wanna do anything.” He snorted.
Pepper glared at him and found that she couldn’t escape him. His arms were too tight around her.
“It’s obvious, Tony.” She whispered and looked down at the brightness coming from his arc reactor.
“Obvious what?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but he failed.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She was so stubborn sometimes.
“You’ll have to, cuz I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Bothering… me?”
Tony picked her gently up and laid her on the couch. He didn’t like that he had to, but he didn’t have other choices. There were at least thirty red-heads upstairs - hiding from Pepper.
“Nothing is bothering me. Did you hit your head or something and that’s why you’ve started all of this again?”
She sounded hurt, but she didn’t care. Not when he looked so innocent like in this moments.
“Yeah. I’ve hit my head pretty hard when I found out that you left the party with another man.” She tried to protest, but Tony put a hand over her mouth. “Let me say this. You didn’t even give me a chance for one single, fucking dance.”
He raised his voice more than he’d wanted to.
“And you just left.”
“Did it ever occur to you that I might have felt the same way when you didn’t come back with my drink that night?” She whispered, but didn’t look him in the eye.
“Oh, yeah. Like that drink meant more than the betrayal of the man I’ve considered my second father!”
Pepper tightened her jaw at that and fought back a sob.
“Thank you for telling me how much I mean to you.” She got up and headed towards the door, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
“Don’t say that.” Tony croaked in a softer voice.
He grabbed both her wrists in his hands and pressed them to her back.
“Leave me alone.”
“Don’t say that.” He repeated. “You mean a lot to me.”
She didn’t say anything else. She just stood there frozen and she breathed deeply through her mouth.
“I think I know what you were doing just before I came in, but just so you know, you can go back and let them please you. That’s everything you know about women. But frankly, I have feelings for that man, Tony Stark, whether you like it or not.” She whispered and dared him to tell her that she’s wrong.
“I’m certain that your feelings for me are far deeper than for any other man on this Earth, Potts.”
“Keep dreaming, Stark.” She countered quickly. “And get your filthy hands off me.”
That hurt a lot, he had to admit. He bit his lip and took a few steps away from her.
“I won’t keep dreaming.” He told her. “I’m already living the dream.”
“Goodbye, Tony.”
He nodded at her and let her leave. He’d need lots of red-heads to heal his broken heart.
TBC - Please Review!!!