FIC: Difference
Author Writingfreak123
Title Difference
Wordcount 531
Prompt #24 "Are you going to kiss me now? You are so incredibly predictable."
Rating PG13(To be safe, because of Tony's horniness)
Warnings Tony's ego should be enough of a warning. JK, Post IM2.
Summary Pepper teaches Tony the difference between cuddling and groping, inspired by a Jean/Logan X-Men fic I read on fanfiction.net. For the It has Always Been quote challenge. Post IM2. Pre-establish Pepperony. Lots of sarcasm and fluff! Oneshot!
Pepper Potts was sleeping soundly, enjoying taking the day off to spend with Tony since he had just come home from a mission that S.H.E.I.L.D. ordered him on until…
She felt an oh-so-familiar masculine hand creep into her pajama shorts, “Tony…” she warned, “what are you doing?” She asked groggily.
“I’m cuddling with my girl?” He tried and stroked his hand over her panties. Tony nuzzled her neck and kissed it softly.
“You’re not cuddling, Tony, you’re groping.” She turned in his arms and glared, his hand trapped between them.
Tony leaned down and pecked her lips, “what’s the difference babe?” He started trailing kisses down her neck, brushing away her soft, strawberry blond hair with his free hand.
Pepper gasped a little and shoved him off, the push pulling his hand out of her pajama shorts, “there is a difference! Cuddling has nothing sexual to it, it’s sweet and gentle, groping is sexual cuddling, and no that doesn’t give you the right to twist my words, I just want to cuddle.”
“Aww! C’mon, Pep! I like groping a lot better, it’s sexual cuddling! It’s a win|win situation, you get your cuddling and I get to touch you in a way I haven’t in five weeks! I need you, babe.” He pouted like a little boy who had just gotten his favorite toy taken away.
“No, Tony, I missed you, I was scared you were gone, though I should be used to it already I still aren’t,” she got on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I missed you and I love you and you had me last night, Tony, I think I deserve some quality time with the man I love, my way. Don’t you think?”
“B-bu-but, my way would be so much more pleasurable than your way. Do I love holding you? Of course! Do I love having my hands just about anywhere I like and you don’t castrate me? Of course! So why shouldn’t my way be your way?”
“You just never give up do you?” She glared at him.
Tony tried to not get turned on as the faint sunlight of morning made her glare so damn adorable as she was looking down at him in only a tight little pink camisole and Joe Boxer pajama shorts for women.
“Are you even listening to me?” Pepper sighed heavily and nudged his arm.
He was, in fact, not listening, simply scanning his eyes over all the parts of her body that he could see, paying special attention to her breast. “What?” He asked, trying to not to look at her breasts.
“Are you listening to me.” She repeated.
“No.” He tried honesty and was rewarded with a slap to the arm.
“I said… that you need to learn how to hold me without inappropriately touching me. Or at least when the goal is to not sexually touch me you do so.”
“I suppose…” Tony reached up and stroked her hair.
Pepper glared at him, “are you going to try and kiss me now? You are so incredibly predictable, Tony.”
“You love it.” He smirked and brought her head down to crash her lips on his.
Title Difference
Wordcount 531
Prompt #24 "Are you going to kiss me now? You are so incredibly predictable."
Rating PG13(To be safe, because of Tony's horniness)
Warnings Tony's ego should be enough of a warning. JK, Post IM2.
Summary Pepper teaches Tony the difference between cuddling and groping, inspired by a Jean/Logan X-Men fic I read on fanfiction.net. For the It has Always Been quote challenge. Post IM2. Pre-establish Pepperony. Lots of sarcasm and fluff! Oneshot!
Pepper Potts was sleeping soundly, enjoying taking the day off to spend with Tony since he had just come home from a mission that S.H.E.I.L.D. ordered him on until…
She felt an oh-so-familiar masculine hand creep into her pajama shorts, “Tony…” she warned, “what are you doing?” She asked groggily.
“I’m cuddling with my girl?” He tried and stroked his hand over her panties. Tony nuzzled her neck and kissed it softly.
“You’re not cuddling, Tony, you’re groping.” She turned in his arms and glared, his hand trapped between them.
Tony leaned down and pecked her lips, “what’s the difference babe?” He started trailing kisses down her neck, brushing away her soft, strawberry blond hair with his free hand.
Pepper gasped a little and shoved him off, the push pulling his hand out of her pajama shorts, “there is a difference! Cuddling has nothing sexual to it, it’s sweet and gentle, groping is sexual cuddling, and no that doesn’t give you the right to twist my words, I just want to cuddle.”
“Aww! C’mon, Pep! I like groping a lot better, it’s sexual cuddling! It’s a win|win situation, you get your cuddling and I get to touch you in a way I haven’t in five weeks! I need you, babe.” He pouted like a little boy who had just gotten his favorite toy taken away.
“No, Tony, I missed you, I was scared you were gone, though I should be used to it already I still aren’t,” she got on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I missed you and I love you and you had me last night, Tony, I think I deserve some quality time with the man I love, my way. Don’t you think?”
“B-bu-but, my way would be so much more pleasurable than your way. Do I love holding you? Of course! Do I love having my hands just about anywhere I like and you don’t castrate me? Of course! So why shouldn’t my way be your way?”
“You just never give up do you?” She glared at him.
Tony tried to not get turned on as the faint sunlight of morning made her glare so damn adorable as she was looking down at him in only a tight little pink camisole and Joe Boxer pajama shorts for women.
“Are you even listening to me?” Pepper sighed heavily and nudged his arm.
He was, in fact, not listening, simply scanning his eyes over all the parts of her body that he could see, paying special attention to her breast. “What?” He asked, trying to not to look at her breasts.
“Are you listening to me.” She repeated.
“No.” He tried honesty and was rewarded with a slap to the arm.
“I said… that you need to learn how to hold me without inappropriately touching me. Or at least when the goal is to not sexually touch me you do so.”
“I suppose…” Tony reached up and stroked her hair.
Pepper glared at him, “are you going to try and kiss me now? You are so incredibly predictable, Tony.”
“You love it.” He smirked and brought her head down to crash her lips on his.