Fic: Decorum 8/? (PG-13) Pepper/Phil
Title: Decorum
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Pepper/Phil
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Insinuation
Summary: Phil comes home.
Notes: 1295 words. Getting towards a conclusion of sorts. And smut.
By time he got home, he was a little banged up. He still hadn’t had a chance to call Pepper, after being extracted and fixed up in medical, before he was dropped off at home. Everything after the extraction was a bit of a blur to him, possibly due to the head injury; a minor concussion that had left him feeling a little sick and dizzy. It wasn’t serious, he’d had worse, he was pretty sure he’d fractured his skull once but he couldn’t quite remember the details. It was in his file somewhere.
Barton and Romanov were fine, cuts and bruises that they both shook off in favour of him being seen to first. Though he suspected they would’ve insisted he be treated first even if they had been about to lose a limb. So he had his arm in a sling and a cut on his cheek, and a hell of a headache but he was okay.
Well enough to go to Pepper’s office at Stark HQ when he got back with a bouquet of flowers and an invitation to dinner.
“Ms Potts, there’s a Phil Coulson here to see you.”
“Oh,” her voice came over the intercom and then cut off and the door to her office was opened a moment later as she came rushing out. She went to wrap her arms around him but stopped when she saw the flowers.
And his injuries.
“Oh my god what happened?” she said, taking the flowers from him. She managed a small smile, but she’d gone a little pale, hesitating when kissing him on the right cheek.
“Wrenched my shoulder, hit my head…bullet grazed me.”
“How?”
“Classified.”
“Oh,” she paused, “let’s go in my office.”
She took his hand and led him into her office, closing the door behind them and kissing him on the lips, soft and lingering, but keeping her distance from his body. His injuries.
“Will you be okay?” she asked.
“Pepper I’m okay,” he said, “really, it’s a scrape and the sling is just a precaution.”
She nodded, dropping the flowers onto desk for a moment and letting Phil wrap his good arm around her and pull her against him. He kissed her, pushing harder this time, she was perfect and he had missed her. Five days and it had felt like a piece of him was missing. Now he was back with her and it was like coming home.
“I missed you,” she sighed, breathing a little harder than before, cheeks flushed and eyes a little wild. He had big plans on romancing Pepper into bed for their first time, but he wondered if he should give it up and urge her over to the sofa.
“I missed you too,” he said, stroking her cheek. “I, I was a little distracted,” he admitted.
“Yeah?” she grinned.
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
“Of course,” she smiled at him, her thumb reaching out to touch the edge of the cut on his cheek. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” he lied, and she chuckled.
“How bad?”
“The cut is fine, bit of a headache. The shoulder is mostly sore.”
“I’ll massage it later if you want,” she said, “after dinner.”
He didn’t quite know how to respond to that, simply swallowing hard and nodding, her face sweet and innocent and dying to be kissed again.
“I’ll pick you up.”
“You can’t drive!”
“In a cab.”
She shook her head.
“No, I’ll pick you up, at seven.”
“Seven.”
He kissed her again, pressing his entire body against her as well as he could, just because she looked so perfectly pressed and something deep inside him wanted to ruffle up every inch of her.
“So glad you’re back,” she gasped, pulling back a fraction.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, kissing her again.
He could do this all afternoon he realised, kiss her and hold her and explore every inch of warm soft skin.
Maybe he would soon.
There was a light knock on the door and she jumped away from him, lipstick a little smudged, breathing hard under the slightly rumpled blue silk of her blouse.
“I better go.”
“Seven,” she said. “I’ll see you at seven.”
He simply nodded and opened the door to a young woman holding a set of folders, making her jump when she realised he wasn’t Pepper. He smiled at her and walked back down the corridor, wondering if they should just eat in tonight.
x
He was managing to dress himself easily enough, but the pain when he did so made him look a little pale when Pepper picked him up at seven. She looked concerned for a moment as she kissed him on the cheek, but he took in her appearance, the short skirt of her red dress riding up her thighs a little as she sat in the car made him flush enough to cover it up.
She blushed when she realised, but grinned and started up the Audi again.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“I’m okay,” he said. “Really, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“I do worry about you though,” she said, “I care about you, so, I will always worry.” She spoke softly, as if unsure of how to say it, and he wasn’t sure how to react. So he put a hand on her thigh and stroked the soft skin with his thumb. She shivered, car speeding up a little, but didn’t stop him.
At the restaurant, she told him about her few days of peace without Tony, reiterating how much she she had missed both men. Especially Phil, she’d added quickly, legs interlocking with his and he had no doubt that she had missed him. Or that she had missed Tony. The man may be a third wheel in their relationship but there was no getting rid of him, Phil had come to accept that easily enough.
As long as he was good to Pepper.
She smiled at him from across the table, and he sipped his wine, feeling her foot slip up his calf even as she ate her dinner. While she did so he told her about his assignment. The bare minimum of facts that he thought she might want to hear. He was in the field but that was unusual for him he assured her. Everything he did was usually as the control for an op.
That was it. That was all he could tell her. That was all he could tell anyone.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I trust you but -”
“It’s okay Phil,” she said, “I do understand.”
He was surprised by that and it showed by the look on her face, and the way she reached out to him.
“Really,” she said. “To be honest, I don’t think I really want to know more.”
He chuckled at that, kissing the hand he offered her, her skin soft under his lips and moved her chair closer to him, to kiss him on the lips.
“Let’s get out of here,” she told him. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Sure…” he said, frowning as she smiled brilliantly at their waiter to get his attention. Pepper laughed at the look on his face as he paid for dinner before dragging him out of the restaurant by his good arm.
“I really missed you Phil,” she said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him soundly. He kissed back, reaching up to cradle her head gently in his good hand, deepening the kiss and pressing her against her car with his body. She sighed and pushed him away firmly after a long moment.
“We’re in a parking lot,” she said, blushing a little under the street light.
“Home?”
She smiled and opened the door to the car for him.
“Let’s go.”
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Pepper/Phil
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Insinuation
Summary: Phil comes home.
Notes: 1295 words. Getting towards a conclusion of sorts. And smut.
By time he got home, he was a little banged up. He still hadn’t had a chance to call Pepper, after being extracted and fixed up in medical, before he was dropped off at home. Everything after the extraction was a bit of a blur to him, possibly due to the head injury; a minor concussion that had left him feeling a little sick and dizzy. It wasn’t serious, he’d had worse, he was pretty sure he’d fractured his skull once but he couldn’t quite remember the details. It was in his file somewhere.
Barton and Romanov were fine, cuts and bruises that they both shook off in favour of him being seen to first. Though he suspected they would’ve insisted he be treated first even if they had been about to lose a limb. So he had his arm in a sling and a cut on his cheek, and a hell of a headache but he was okay.
Well enough to go to Pepper’s office at Stark HQ when he got back with a bouquet of flowers and an invitation to dinner.
“Ms Potts, there’s a Phil Coulson here to see you.”
“Oh,” her voice came over the intercom and then cut off and the door to her office was opened a moment later as she came rushing out. She went to wrap her arms around him but stopped when she saw the flowers.
And his injuries.
“Oh my god what happened?” she said, taking the flowers from him. She managed a small smile, but she’d gone a little pale, hesitating when kissing him on the right cheek.
“Wrenched my shoulder, hit my head…bullet grazed me.”
“How?”
“Classified.”
“Oh,” she paused, “let’s go in my office.”
She took his hand and led him into her office, closing the door behind them and kissing him on the lips, soft and lingering, but keeping her distance from his body. His injuries.
“Will you be okay?” she asked.
“Pepper I’m okay,” he said, “really, it’s a scrape and the sling is just a precaution.”
She nodded, dropping the flowers onto desk for a moment and letting Phil wrap his good arm around her and pull her against him. He kissed her, pushing harder this time, she was perfect and he had missed her. Five days and it had felt like a piece of him was missing. Now he was back with her and it was like coming home.
“I missed you,” she sighed, breathing a little harder than before, cheeks flushed and eyes a little wild. He had big plans on romancing Pepper into bed for their first time, but he wondered if he should give it up and urge her over to the sofa.
“I missed you too,” he said, stroking her cheek. “I, I was a little distracted,” he admitted.
“Yeah?” she grinned.
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
“Of course,” she smiled at him, her thumb reaching out to touch the edge of the cut on his cheek. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” he lied, and she chuckled.
“How bad?”
“The cut is fine, bit of a headache. The shoulder is mostly sore.”
“I’ll massage it later if you want,” she said, “after dinner.”
He didn’t quite know how to respond to that, simply swallowing hard and nodding, her face sweet and innocent and dying to be kissed again.
“I’ll pick you up.”
“You can’t drive!”
“In a cab.”
She shook her head.
“No, I’ll pick you up, at seven.”
“Seven.”
He kissed her again, pressing his entire body against her as well as he could, just because she looked so perfectly pressed and something deep inside him wanted to ruffle up every inch of her.
“So glad you’re back,” she gasped, pulling back a fraction.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, kissing her again.
He could do this all afternoon he realised, kiss her and hold her and explore every inch of warm soft skin.
Maybe he would soon.
There was a light knock on the door and she jumped away from him, lipstick a little smudged, breathing hard under the slightly rumpled blue silk of her blouse.
“I better go.”
“Seven,” she said. “I’ll see you at seven.”
He simply nodded and opened the door to a young woman holding a set of folders, making her jump when she realised he wasn’t Pepper. He smiled at her and walked back down the corridor, wondering if they should just eat in tonight.
x
He was managing to dress himself easily enough, but the pain when he did so made him look a little pale when Pepper picked him up at seven. She looked concerned for a moment as she kissed him on the cheek, but he took in her appearance, the short skirt of her red dress riding up her thighs a little as she sat in the car made him flush enough to cover it up.
She blushed when she realised, but grinned and started up the Audi again.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“I’m okay,” he said. “Really, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“I do worry about you though,” she said, “I care about you, so, I will always worry.” She spoke softly, as if unsure of how to say it, and he wasn’t sure how to react. So he put a hand on her thigh and stroked the soft skin with his thumb. She shivered, car speeding up a little, but didn’t stop him.
At the restaurant, she told him about her few days of peace without Tony, reiterating how much she she had missed both men. Especially Phil, she’d added quickly, legs interlocking with his and he had no doubt that she had missed him. Or that she had missed Tony. The man may be a third wheel in their relationship but there was no getting rid of him, Phil had come to accept that easily enough.
As long as he was good to Pepper.
She smiled at him from across the table, and he sipped his wine, feeling her foot slip up his calf even as she ate her dinner. While she did so he told her about his assignment. The bare minimum of facts that he thought she might want to hear. He was in the field but that was unusual for him he assured her. Everything he did was usually as the control for an op.
That was it. That was all he could tell her. That was all he could tell anyone.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I trust you but -”
“It’s okay Phil,” she said, “I do understand.”
He was surprised by that and it showed by the look on her face, and the way she reached out to him.
“Really,” she said. “To be honest, I don’t think I really want to know more.”
He chuckled at that, kissing the hand he offered her, her skin soft under his lips and moved her chair closer to him, to kiss him on the lips.
“Let’s get out of here,” she told him. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Sure…” he said, frowning as she smiled brilliantly at their waiter to get his attention. Pepper laughed at the look on his face as he paid for dinner before dragging him out of the restaurant by his good arm.
“I really missed you Phil,” she said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him soundly. He kissed back, reaching up to cradle her head gently in his good hand, deepening the kiss and pressing her against her car with his body. She sighed and pushed him away firmly after a long moment.
“We’re in a parking lot,” she said, blushing a little under the street light.
“Home?”
She smiled and opened the door to the car for him.
“Let’s go.”