Fic: Sexting
Title: Sexting
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: "You're sexting with your enemy?"
Note: Follows "Phone Sex".
Sexting
"Tony?"
"Hm? Yeah, what's up, Pepper?"
"You left your phone on the table."
"So?"
"You got a text."
"And?"
"I went to see who it was."
"Yeah?"
"Why is Ivan Vanko texting you about how much he wants to sleep with you?"
"...um..."
"Yes, Tony?"
"...uh..."
"You're sexting with your enemy?"
"'Sexting' is such a harsh word, Pepper."
"Isn't he dead?"
"He... got better."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He uh... I don't really know why he isn't dead, actually."
"Did you ask him?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"He asked what I was wearing."
"And you did what?"
"Uh... I unzipped my pants?"
"You unzipped your pants."
"Hey, that accent is sexy!"
"Oh? You've had phone sex?"
"...'phone sex' is such a harsh phrase, Pepper."
"Tony."
"Only a little!"
"How much is a little?"
"Uh... you know... once or twice, maybe?"
"Tony."
"At least three times a day for the past week and a half?"
"Does that include the sexting?"
"...no."
"And how long are you planning to keep this up?"
"Uh... until he runs out of minutes?"
"How many minutes does he have?"
"Unlimited."
"You paid for his plan, didn't you?"
"Possibly."
"You're planning on a secret rendezvous for wild, depraved sex, aren't you?"
"You know, you say 'depraved' like it's a bad thing."
"You're going to expect me to cover for you, aren't you?"
"...I love you Pepper."
"No you don't. You're going to give me an extra three weeks' vacation this year, aren't you?"
"Yes?"
"I thought so. Will that be all, Mr. Stark?"
"...that'll be all, Miss Potts."
To: Ivan Vanko
63/160
Pepper caught me, but she's covering for us. So, sex next week?
To: Tony Stark
33/160
Sounds good. I'll bring the bird.
Tony sighs. Of course Ivan will bring the bird.
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: "You're sexting with your enemy?"
Note: Follows "Phone Sex".
Sexting
"Tony?"
"Hm? Yeah, what's up, Pepper?"
"You left your phone on the table."
"So?"
"You got a text."
"And?"
"I went to see who it was."
"Yeah?"
"Why is Ivan Vanko texting you about how much he wants to sleep with you?"
"...um..."
"Yes, Tony?"
"...uh..."
"You're sexting with your enemy?"
"'Sexting' is such a harsh word, Pepper."
"Isn't he dead?"
"He... got better."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He uh... I don't really know why he isn't dead, actually."
"Did you ask him?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"He asked what I was wearing."
"And you did what?"
"Uh... I unzipped my pants?"
"You unzipped your pants."
"Hey, that accent is sexy!"
"Oh? You've had phone sex?"
"...'phone sex' is such a harsh phrase, Pepper."
"Tony."
"Only a little!"
"How much is a little?"
"Uh... you know... once or twice, maybe?"
"Tony."
"At least three times a day for the past week and a half?"
"Does that include the sexting?"
"...no."
"And how long are you planning to keep this up?"
"Uh... until he runs out of minutes?"
"How many minutes does he have?"
"Unlimited."
"You paid for his plan, didn't you?"
"Possibly."
"You're planning on a secret rendezvous for wild, depraved sex, aren't you?"
"You know, you say 'depraved' like it's a bad thing."
"You're going to expect me to cover for you, aren't you?"
"...I love you Pepper."
"No you don't. You're going to give me an extra three weeks' vacation this year, aren't you?"
"Yes?"
"I thought so. Will that be all, Mr. Stark?"
"...that'll be all, Miss Potts."
To: Ivan Vanko
63/160
Pepper caught me, but she's covering for us. So, sex next week?
To: Tony Stark
33/160
Sounds good. I'll bring the bird.
Tony sighs. Of course Ivan will bring the bird.