Fic: Decorum 6/? (PG-13) Pepper/Coulson
Title: Decorum 6/?
Fandom: Iron Man/ MCU
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Pepper Potts/Phil Coulson
Spoilers: Iron Man
Warnings: None
Summary: Phil is called away.
Notes: I can’t stop writing this story. Short chapter. 700-odd words.
Pepper called an hour later, full of apologies and appreciation and then more apologies when she heard Tony had been to see him.
“It’s fine Pepper,” he said, “It’s nice to hear your voice,” he added.
“Yours too,” she said, voice suddenly a little softer, breathier. Phil was pretty sure he was going to die. “Are you free for lunch?” she asked.
Of course he was, for Pepper, he was free for the rest of his life, but he simply agreed to meet her at a restaurant near her apartment in a couple of hours. He changed into a shirt, but decided to wear jeans with his shoes. After last night’s tux, he needed to relax a little. He had managed to get down to his car when his phone when off.
The boss.
For the first time in his career, he was tempted to ignore the call, but once he had been sick and unable to find his phone while feverish and Romanov had turned up at his apartment to find him half naked on the floor of his bedroom. He did get the day off, but he spent it in medical getting treated for some tropical disease he’d picked up on the last mission.
His work was too important to fake a tropical disease and too important to skip for a woman.
Even a woman he was in love with.
He changed his trousers, slipped on his shoulder holster and grabbed a tie on his way back out again. It was still stuffed into his pocket when he pulled up outside the restaurant and threw the valet his keys, telling him to circle the block, he’d be out in five.
The kid eyed the loaded gun at Coulson’s waist, nodded quickly and jumped in the Volvo and drove off, while Phil headed into the restaurant. He spotted Pepper immediately at a table, dressed in a light yellow sun dress. His stomach did a flip and he considered quitting Shield entirely for a moment. She smiled when she saw him but it faded at the sight of his suit and gun.
“I have to go on an assignment,” he said. “I’m really sorry Pepper.”
The smile returned and she kissed him on the cheek.
“It’s okay, it’s your job,” she said.
“I’m still sorry.”
“How long will you be gone?” she asked, waving the waiter away when he approached their table. They hadn’t even sat down, and instead Pepper urged him back out the restaurant and onto the street. Phil’s phone buzzed in his pocket again and he pulled out his tie to get at it. Pepper slipped the silk material from his fingers as he checked a second message from Fury and one from Hill, letting her move him around. She lifted his white collar up, carefully wrapping the tie around his neck and pulling it so it was the right length for her to knot. He watched her face carefully as she did so, the fine line of her lips as she concentrated, the warmth in her eyes.
“Pepper,” he whimpered. She looked up at him and smiled, so sweet he thought he might melt.
“How long?” she asked again.
“I don’t know,” he said, “sorry.”
“That’s okay.”
It wasn’t, he could tell, she was holding back from him but he didn’t really have time to deal with it now, to really even comfort her.
The kid with his car pulled up outside the restaurant once more and jumped out. Phil swapped his keys for a five dollar bill, and went to get in.
“Phil, wait,” she took his hand and urged him gently to her. She kissed him soundly on the lips and for a long moment he couldn’t breathe, just kiss, pressing his lips against hers and wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her close, holding onto her tightly as she deepened the kiss just a little, his hands brushing down her back feeling her warm skin through the thin material of her dress. The phone buzzed in his hand and he ignored it favour of running his tongue over her lips until she opened up and let him taste her. She was incredibly sweet, and he had to break the kiss to process everything for a second. He would’ve kissed her again but his phone stated ringing.
Fury was calling.
“You should go,” she said.
“I’ll call you when I’m back.”
She gave him another peck on the lips and watched him get in his car and drive away, watching her in the mirror until he turned a corner.