Iron Man fic: Pretty In Pink (2/2) Tony/Pepper (NC-17)
Title: Pretty In Pink (2/2)
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Sex.
Summary: Tony and Pepper go to their first party together as an official couple.
Notes: Dear Tony and Pepper, I'm really sorry this fic took so long to write. It's all Rizzoli and Isles fault. 2523 words.
Part One
The dark dusky pink dress and matching heels made her look like a princess, though, when Tony told her that, she gave him the glare. He shrugged, she'd been in a bad mood all day, worsening as the evening approached and he wanted to help, but nothing was making a difference. Nothing was getting through the tough Pepper Potts exterior today.
It was obvious why.
They were about to leave for the party.
“Maybe we shouldn't go,” he said, as she fussed with her hair one more time. Happy was already pulling up to the front door.
“What?! Why not?” she said, panicked. “Tony?”
“Because you're too tense to enjoy it and you look miserable.”
“I'm not miserable.”
“But you are tense,” he said, coming up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, massaging them. There were knots the size of Canada, he thought, and he dug his fingers in a little deeper making her groan. He pushed the pink straps aside to place his hands on her bare skin. She leaned back, and sighed, relaxing just a little.
“Why don't we get you out of this confining dress and I'll give you a full body massage,” he said, running his hands down the front of her dress, skimming over her breasts, over her abdomen, around her hips and cupping her backside.
She sighed, body following his hands without conscious effort, and he turned her around to kiss her.
“Tony,” she said, pushing him away after a moment, “we have to go.”
“We don't have to anything Pepper,” he said.
“No, Tony, you think you don't have to do anything, but in reality, we have to go to this charity ball. You're giving a speech!”
“Pepper.”
“And it's our first official outing together. This is important,” she said. “The press will be all over this, us, tonight could even effect the stock prices. We have to go.”
“You're worried about the stock prices?!”
“Yes!” she cried, then, much quieter, “no.”
“Come on Pepper, talk to me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. The charity ball could wait a few minutes more, and he sat down on the sofa with her.
“For me, this is a bit like meeting your family. And I really want to make a good impression,” she said. “And I do worry about the stock prices a little.”
“For the record, my parents would've loved you,” he said. “And everyone there already knows you, and the press aren't important.”
“They are.”
“Not to me,” he said.
“Well they are to me, and we should at least be on time.”
She pulled out of his embrace and he sighed.
“Okay, let's go.”
z
They had been dancing on and off all night, and despite all her anxieties, Pepper was enjoying herself. Tony had to coax her off the dance floor with a hard kiss and a promise of another cocktail. He pulled her into a corner of the ball room and into his lap, grinning at her happy face.
“Considering all the balls, parties and charity events I've been too, I don't think I've ever danced this much,” Tony said as she took a long drink of her cocktail.
“Me neither, and I was at most of those balls, parities and charity events.”
“You never danced at any of those,” he said.
“I did!”
“You didn't. I noticed.”
“You did not,” she said, with a tipsy giggle and he smiled, kissing her on the cheek, then resting his cheek against hers, his chin on her shoulder.
“I did, I noticed.”
“Tony, you were always too busy to notice what I was doing.”
“Not always,” he said. “I always had a little time to pay attention to you, and your legs,” he added, caressing her over the dress, “your ass,” he cupped her backside briefly. “Your breasts.” He cupped both breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
She slapped his hands away and he chuckled.
“We're in public.”
“In a low lit corner,” he murmured into her ear, his hands creeping over her abdomen.
“Not in public!” She hissed, grabbing his hands, and holding them tight and off her body. “Everyone is looking.”
“Everyone was looking at you anyway Pep,” Tony said. “You look perfect tonight. And I know more than one guy had tried to hit on you tonight.”
“I know. One of them was a board member,” she cried.
“Yeah, that was funny,” Tony said, pulling his hands free and holding her close to him. “Nd I know everyone has been telling you how great you look and what a good party you've put together. As usual.”
“Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Including that reporter, Heather something? And the designer, something Isles?”
“I'm so glad you've managed to remember more names.”
“Hey, I'm half way there,” he protested and she grinned.
“Okay Tony.”
“Anyway, I was right, you looked amazing Pep and everyone loves you.”
“It scares me when you're right,” she said, kissing him on the cheek, “but I concede to the fact that I look okay.”
“You're killing me here!” he said, “You look amazing. Fantastic. Thoroughly fuckable.”
“Tony-” she protested.
“And again, what does it matter anyway?” he asked, cutting her off, “I think you are amazing, you shouldn't care about what the press or public think. I don't.”
“You never have Tony.”
“I only care about what you think, that's why, have done for years.”
She sighed, relaxing back into his embrace.
“Coulda fooled me,” she muttered.
“I know, I know, I didn't really show it often.”
“Or at all.”
“I've changed Pep, gimme a break here.”
“I know, I'm sorry, the cocktails make me bitchy.”
“Want me to make you feel better?” he asked.
“Does that line ever work?” she asked with a laugh.
“Don't know yet, want to get out of here?” he asked, hands going up to her breasts again, only to have her slap them away, again, harder this time.
“You still have to make your speech Tony.”
“When is that?”
“Not sure, when the charity's director decides he's had enough bourbon.”
He groaned, and pushed her out of his lap, standing up and taking her hand. He pulled her through the ballroom and she followed, both of them smiling politely as they passed by a few people until he could get them out of the busy room and into a quiet corridor.
“To-”
He cut Pepper off with a hard kiss, pushing her back up against the wall, hands in her hair. She hummed happily, hands on his ass, and he moaned.
“Fuck the speech,” he murmured.
“I spent two weeks on that speech!” Pepper said, voice jumping when his hand cupped a breast. “And this is still too public.”
He sighed and she laughed.
“I know, life is terribly unfair,” she told him.
“Cloakroom,” he said, grabbing her hand again and leading her down the corridor, into the now unattended cloakroom, through the coats to the back of the room.
“Better?” he asked.
“If you're quick,” she told him and he laughed.
“Romantic.”
“Tony,” she said, voice sharp and he kissed her again, pushed her up against the wall, and immediately rucking up the skirt of the dusky pink dress to her waist. She spread her legs for him so he could step closer, and press his body into hers. She groaned into his kiss, a hand in in his hair and tugging his head to the side, so she could nip at his collarbone.
“Pepper,” he groaned, pulling away from her lips reluctantly, the taste of Pepper and the sweet cocktails she'd been drinking had been particularly good, he was half hard already. She pulled his shirt out of his slacks, running a hand up his chest. “I love you.”
“I know Tony, I know,” she whispered into his neck, before biting down, making him yelp. It was the only thing that could make him yelp, that one spot on his neck. “You tell me everyday.”
“I just-” It was hard to think when she was giving him a hickey on that spot. He could feel another yelp bubbling. “I just worry-” he managed to get out.
She stopped, stopped giving him the hickey from hell, stopped playing with his nipple, and pushed him back a little to look at him.
“What do you worry about Tony?” she asked, cupping his cheek.
“I worry that it's not enough, just to love you,” he said.
“I don't understand.”
“I love you, and I know you love me, I don't doubt that, I just, you worry about what people think of you, of us, you worry about stock prices.”
“Tony,” she said, she said, giving him a sweet kiss. “It's my job to worry about that other stuff,” she told him. “It has been for years and will be for a long time, even now I'm your girlfriend.”
He smiled.
“And I know there are other things you worry about that I don't know, I'm sure,” she said, “I love you Tony. I hope that's enough. I can't help worrying about certain things.”
“Okay,” he nodded, feeling very composed for a man who's semi-hard dick was pressed against her stomach. “I love you. Everyone loves you.”
“Apparently so.”
He laughed, kissing her again, forgetting about being calm and composed and serious, and pushing her back flat against the wall. She responded with the same fervour, her hands moving to tug at his belt buckle, as he slipped a hand into her dress to stroke his thumb over her nipple. She bit her lip, wanting to cry out and Tony didn't resist the same urge when she pushed her hands into his boxers and grasped his erection, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
“I do worry about other things,” he grunted.
“Yeah?”
He didn't explain right way, lifting her up, scrunching her skirt further up her body, Pepper wrapping her legs around his waist. He put his hands on her ass, pulling her against his cock and groaned at the contact. He had watched her get dressed, but seemed to have missed the fact that she hadn't put on any underwear, smoothing his hands over her skin for a moment as she pushed her hips into his, wanting more. He held her up with one arm and his body, pushing a hand between their bodies and over her centre. She was hot and wet and made a keening noise when he ghosted over her clit. He laughed and she hit him on the shoulder, smiling back at him as she did so. He struggled to get his slacks and boxers down to his ankles, progress hindered by the fact that Pepper was kissing him again, nipping his bottom lip every so often, still pushing her hips up.
“What else do you worry about Tony?” Pepper asked, crying out when she felt his fingers on her clit again, pressing down harder this time. He slid just the tips of two fingers into her body and she arched up to get more but he pulled away, teasing her, and she growled.
“I worry about making a mess on your dress,” he said. “I worry that you'll kill me one day.”
“That day might be today Tony,” she grumbled, as he pushed his fingers in a little, and out again, so quickly she barely felt it, and he laughed loudly. He pulled his fingers away completely, grabbed his cock and moved to push into her body, intended to go slowly. That idea went as soon as he felt her heat surround him and he thrust in hard, burying himself deep inside her, both of them crying out.
“I worry about screwing up in bed, leaving you hanging, I know, I know-” he said, words on harsh breaths as he held still inside her body for a moment, shifting to hold her properly. “I know I never do leave you hanging, even when I do come first but I still worry about it.”
“Tony,” she said, arching her hips up off the wall again, taking him in a little deeper. “You're insane.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, pulling out and thrusting back in, hard and quick. “I know.”
She laughed, the sound strangled as he started up a quick rhythm, fucking her hard against the wall of the cloak room.
“Tony,” she whispered, “fuck the speech, don't ever stop.”
“Love it when you swear Pep,”he said.
She tried to smile, he could tell, but it was twisted by pleasure as he moved. He loved taking her like this, she only ever swore when he fucked her like this, slammed into her like this, hard and hot, and he was desperately trying to get her off before he came himself. She was all wet heat, sweet pressure spreading from his cock up to his head, his vision blurring a little. He closed his eyes to it, dropping his head to her shoulder, grunting on every thrust into her body, Pepper's 'oh' noises becoming louder and higher pitched as she got closer to the edge.
She wanted quick.
He felt her hand slip between their bodies and felt her fingers at her clit, felt her body start to shake a little. She started to chant his name softly, and he lifted his head up to kiss her. She kissed back, gripping onto his shirt as she came.
For a couple of thrusts, he wondered if he could keep going long enough to make her come again, but her orgasm caused an extra ripple of pleasure up his spine that he couldn't resist, and he pushed a little harder, coming with loud growl inside her.
“Oh fuck,” Pepper breathed out and he laughed, managing to hold her up long enough for her to find the floor, before he dropped down with a thud. She stayed on her feet, breathing hard and looking down at him, smiling. Her dress had fallen back down her legs, but the bodice of it was now twisted and wrinkled.
“I love the just fucked look on you,” he said, sitting up. She smiled, watching as he pulled his boxers and slacks up, straightening himself out a little on the floor.
“Let's go home,” she said.
“What about my speech? People will wonder where we went,” he said, letting her help him back up onto his feet.
“Let them.”
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None really.
Warnings: Sex.
Summary: Tony and Pepper go to their first party together as an official couple.
Notes: Dear Tony and Pepper, I'm really sorry this fic took so long to write. It's all Rizzoli and Isles fault. 2523 words.
Part One
The dark dusky pink dress and matching heels made her look like a princess, though, when Tony told her that, she gave him the glare. He shrugged, she'd been in a bad mood all day, worsening as the evening approached and he wanted to help, but nothing was making a difference. Nothing was getting through the tough Pepper Potts exterior today.
It was obvious why.
They were about to leave for the party.
“Maybe we shouldn't go,” he said, as she fussed with her hair one more time. Happy was already pulling up to the front door.
“What?! Why not?” she said, panicked. “Tony?”
“Because you're too tense to enjoy it and you look miserable.”
“I'm not miserable.”
“But you are tense,” he said, coming up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, massaging them. There were knots the size of Canada, he thought, and he dug his fingers in a little deeper making her groan. He pushed the pink straps aside to place his hands on her bare skin. She leaned back, and sighed, relaxing just a little.
“Why don't we get you out of this confining dress and I'll give you a full body massage,” he said, running his hands down the front of her dress, skimming over her breasts, over her abdomen, around her hips and cupping her backside.
She sighed, body following his hands without conscious effort, and he turned her around to kiss her.
“Tony,” she said, pushing him away after a moment, “we have to go.”
“We don't have to anything Pepper,” he said.
“No, Tony, you think you don't have to do anything, but in reality, we have to go to this charity ball. You're giving a speech!”
“Pepper.”
“And it's our first official outing together. This is important,” she said. “The press will be all over this, us, tonight could even effect the stock prices. We have to go.”
“You're worried about the stock prices?!”
“Yes!” she cried, then, much quieter, “no.”
“Come on Pepper, talk to me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. The charity ball could wait a few minutes more, and he sat down on the sofa with her.
“For me, this is a bit like meeting your family. And I really want to make a good impression,” she said. “And I do worry about the stock prices a little.”
“For the record, my parents would've loved you,” he said. “And everyone there already knows you, and the press aren't important.”
“They are.”
“Not to me,” he said.
“Well they are to me, and we should at least be on time.”
She pulled out of his embrace and he sighed.
“Okay, let's go.”
z
They had been dancing on and off all night, and despite all her anxieties, Pepper was enjoying herself. Tony had to coax her off the dance floor with a hard kiss and a promise of another cocktail. He pulled her into a corner of the ball room and into his lap, grinning at her happy face.
“Considering all the balls, parties and charity events I've been too, I don't think I've ever danced this much,” Tony said as she took a long drink of her cocktail.
“Me neither, and I was at most of those balls, parities and charity events.”
“You never danced at any of those,” he said.
“I did!”
“You didn't. I noticed.”
“You did not,” she said, with a tipsy giggle and he smiled, kissing her on the cheek, then resting his cheek against hers, his chin on her shoulder.
“I did, I noticed.”
“Tony, you were always too busy to notice what I was doing.”
“Not always,” he said. “I always had a little time to pay attention to you, and your legs,” he added, caressing her over the dress, “your ass,” he cupped her backside briefly. “Your breasts.” He cupped both breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
She slapped his hands away and he chuckled.
“We're in public.”
“In a low lit corner,” he murmured into her ear, his hands creeping over her abdomen.
“Not in public!” She hissed, grabbing his hands, and holding them tight and off her body. “Everyone is looking.”
“Everyone was looking at you anyway Pep,” Tony said. “You look perfect tonight. And I know more than one guy had tried to hit on you tonight.”
“I know. One of them was a board member,” she cried.
“Yeah, that was funny,” Tony said, pulling his hands free and holding her close to him. “Nd I know everyone has been telling you how great you look and what a good party you've put together. As usual.”
“Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Including that reporter, Heather something? And the designer, something Isles?”
“I'm so glad you've managed to remember more names.”
“Hey, I'm half way there,” he protested and she grinned.
“Okay Tony.”
“Anyway, I was right, you looked amazing Pep and everyone loves you.”
“It scares me when you're right,” she said, kissing him on the cheek, “but I concede to the fact that I look okay.”
“You're killing me here!” he said, “You look amazing. Fantastic. Thoroughly fuckable.”
“Tony-” she protested.
“And again, what does it matter anyway?” he asked, cutting her off, “I think you are amazing, you shouldn't care about what the press or public think. I don't.”
“You never have Tony.”
“I only care about what you think, that's why, have done for years.”
She sighed, relaxing back into his embrace.
“Coulda fooled me,” she muttered.
“I know, I know, I didn't really show it often.”
“Or at all.”
“I've changed Pep, gimme a break here.”
“I know, I'm sorry, the cocktails make me bitchy.”
“Want me to make you feel better?” he asked.
“Does that line ever work?” she asked with a laugh.
“Don't know yet, want to get out of here?” he asked, hands going up to her breasts again, only to have her slap them away, again, harder this time.
“You still have to make your speech Tony.”
“When is that?”
“Not sure, when the charity's director decides he's had enough bourbon.”
He groaned, and pushed her out of his lap, standing up and taking her hand. He pulled her through the ballroom and she followed, both of them smiling politely as they passed by a few people until he could get them out of the busy room and into a quiet corridor.
“To-”
He cut Pepper off with a hard kiss, pushing her back up against the wall, hands in her hair. She hummed happily, hands on his ass, and he moaned.
“Fuck the speech,” he murmured.
“I spent two weeks on that speech!” Pepper said, voice jumping when his hand cupped a breast. “And this is still too public.”
He sighed and she laughed.
“I know, life is terribly unfair,” she told him.
“Cloakroom,” he said, grabbing her hand again and leading her down the corridor, into the now unattended cloakroom, through the coats to the back of the room.
“Better?” he asked.
“If you're quick,” she told him and he laughed.
“Romantic.”
“Tony,” she said, voice sharp and he kissed her again, pushed her up against the wall, and immediately rucking up the skirt of the dusky pink dress to her waist. She spread her legs for him so he could step closer, and press his body into hers. She groaned into his kiss, a hand in in his hair and tugging his head to the side, so she could nip at his collarbone.
“Pepper,” he groaned, pulling away from her lips reluctantly, the taste of Pepper and the sweet cocktails she'd been drinking had been particularly good, he was half hard already. She pulled his shirt out of his slacks, running a hand up his chest. “I love you.”
“I know Tony, I know,” she whispered into his neck, before biting down, making him yelp. It was the only thing that could make him yelp, that one spot on his neck. “You tell me everyday.”
“I just-” It was hard to think when she was giving him a hickey on that spot. He could feel another yelp bubbling. “I just worry-” he managed to get out.
She stopped, stopped giving him the hickey from hell, stopped playing with his nipple, and pushed him back a little to look at him.
“What do you worry about Tony?” she asked, cupping his cheek.
“I worry that it's not enough, just to love you,” he said.
“I don't understand.”
“I love you, and I know you love me, I don't doubt that, I just, you worry about what people think of you, of us, you worry about stock prices.”
“Tony,” she said, she said, giving him a sweet kiss. “It's my job to worry about that other stuff,” she told him. “It has been for years and will be for a long time, even now I'm your girlfriend.”
He smiled.
“And I know there are other things you worry about that I don't know, I'm sure,” she said, “I love you Tony. I hope that's enough. I can't help worrying about certain things.”
“Okay,” he nodded, feeling very composed for a man who's semi-hard dick was pressed against her stomach. “I love you. Everyone loves you.”
“Apparently so.”
He laughed, kissing her again, forgetting about being calm and composed and serious, and pushing her back flat against the wall. She responded with the same fervour, her hands moving to tug at his belt buckle, as he slipped a hand into her dress to stroke his thumb over her nipple. She bit her lip, wanting to cry out and Tony didn't resist the same urge when she pushed her hands into his boxers and grasped his erection, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
“I do worry about other things,” he grunted.
“Yeah?”
He didn't explain right way, lifting her up, scrunching her skirt further up her body, Pepper wrapping her legs around his waist. He put his hands on her ass, pulling her against his cock and groaned at the contact. He had watched her get dressed, but seemed to have missed the fact that she hadn't put on any underwear, smoothing his hands over her skin for a moment as she pushed her hips into his, wanting more. He held her up with one arm and his body, pushing a hand between their bodies and over her centre. She was hot and wet and made a keening noise when he ghosted over her clit. He laughed and she hit him on the shoulder, smiling back at him as she did so. He struggled to get his slacks and boxers down to his ankles, progress hindered by the fact that Pepper was kissing him again, nipping his bottom lip every so often, still pushing her hips up.
“What else do you worry about Tony?” Pepper asked, crying out when she felt his fingers on her clit again, pressing down harder this time. He slid just the tips of two fingers into her body and she arched up to get more but he pulled away, teasing her, and she growled.
“I worry about making a mess on your dress,” he said. “I worry that you'll kill me one day.”
“That day might be today Tony,” she grumbled, as he pushed his fingers in a little, and out again, so quickly she barely felt it, and he laughed loudly. He pulled his fingers away completely, grabbed his cock and moved to push into her body, intended to go slowly. That idea went as soon as he felt her heat surround him and he thrust in hard, burying himself deep inside her, both of them crying out.
“I worry about screwing up in bed, leaving you hanging, I know, I know-” he said, words on harsh breaths as he held still inside her body for a moment, shifting to hold her properly. “I know I never do leave you hanging, even when I do come first but I still worry about it.”
“Tony,” she said, arching her hips up off the wall again, taking him in a little deeper. “You're insane.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, pulling out and thrusting back in, hard and quick. “I know.”
She laughed, the sound strangled as he started up a quick rhythm, fucking her hard against the wall of the cloak room.
“Tony,” she whispered, “fuck the speech, don't ever stop.”
“Love it when you swear Pep,”he said.
She tried to smile, he could tell, but it was twisted by pleasure as he moved. He loved taking her like this, she only ever swore when he fucked her like this, slammed into her like this, hard and hot, and he was desperately trying to get her off before he came himself. She was all wet heat, sweet pressure spreading from his cock up to his head, his vision blurring a little. He closed his eyes to it, dropping his head to her shoulder, grunting on every thrust into her body, Pepper's 'oh' noises becoming louder and higher pitched as she got closer to the edge.
She wanted quick.
He felt her hand slip between their bodies and felt her fingers at her clit, felt her body start to shake a little. She started to chant his name softly, and he lifted his head up to kiss her. She kissed back, gripping onto his shirt as she came.
For a couple of thrusts, he wondered if he could keep going long enough to make her come again, but her orgasm caused an extra ripple of pleasure up his spine that he couldn't resist, and he pushed a little harder, coming with loud growl inside her.
“Oh fuck,” Pepper breathed out and he laughed, managing to hold her up long enough for her to find the floor, before he dropped down with a thud. She stayed on her feet, breathing hard and looking down at him, smiling. Her dress had fallen back down her legs, but the bodice of it was now twisted and wrinkled.
“I love the just fucked look on you,” he said, sitting up. She smiled, watching as he pulled his boxers and slacks up, straightening himself out a little on the floor.
“Let's go home,” she said.
“What about my speech? People will wonder where we went,” he said, letting her help him back up onto his feet.
“Let them.”