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Title: Crazy
Author: rolleson
Fandom: Iron Man (movie-verse)
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: None
Summary: Pepper is driving him crazy (crazier)
Notes: Part two after Heir. 1143 words. Not a lot happens, there will be more. Sorry about that.
He was going crazy.
'Crazier,' he heard the Pepper Potts inside his head say, and he frowned at the light reflection of himself in the glass walls of his workshop, trying not to growl out loud.
Pepper was driving him crazy, which, wasn't that unusual when he thought about it.
They hadn't talked much about having a baby, or having a relationship. Not because they hadn't wanted to, but because there hadn't been time. He hoped that was the case, and Pepper wasn't keeping him intentionally busy so they wouldn't have time to talk. Meetings and functions and missions (though, he couldn't blame Pepper for global terrorism, however much he wanted too) had him running from one place to another without a moment to really take a deep breath, let alone get a quiet word with Pepper.
And they had to be alone, because on the couple of occasions he had tried to approach the subject in locations less than private, she had completely cut him off by holding a hand up.
It worked every time, to his annoyance.
He even tried to kiss her on the cheek in the limo, and had ended up kissing the palm of her hand. Which had made her blush a little, and him grin, but he hadn't been quite what he had wanted.
He was going crazy with waiting for her to think about this, and for them to get a chance to talk about it. He'd gone down to his workshop when he couldn't find Pepper in his house, and couldn't get hold of her on her phone.
"You are an idiot Mr. Stark."
He looked up from the engine of his Audi, to see Pepper standing in his work shop, hands on her hips. The 'Mr. Stark' on the end of the insult had tripped his mind up a bit, something she constantly did to him.
It drove him crazy.
"I need more details Ms. Potts," he replied, with a smile. He stood up to face her, pulling up to his full height but, as he expected, she didn't move an inch.
"You don't want a baby."
"I do," he protested.
She laughed, and he smiled, slightly confused.
"You kept me busy intentionally," he said, "didn't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, but the minute flick of her lips told him different. He leaned back back against the hood of the car and smiled.
"We need to talk."
"About what?" she said, trying to pull off innocence, which, she usually did very well.
Not today though.
"You know about what."
"I'm still thinking."
"I'm done waiting," he told her.
"I'm amazed you waited this long."
"I've been too busy."
"That's unfortunate," she said, her face schooled into an impassive feature.
The eyes had it though.
"Would you pay me?" she asked, before he could reply to that.
"Pay you?"
"To have your baby."
His mind tripped up again. Surely she wasn't that dense? Surely she knew it wasn't about a baby, not really? Then his mind regained its footing and he smiled at her. Of course she knew. She was pushing, pressing, testing him. Again.
"If that's what it took," he told her with a grin. "How much?"
"I'd need to be heavily compensated."
"Not a problem," he said, then, taking a step closer to her added, "how much to make the baby naturally."
"I'm not prostituting myself out Tony," she said, with a little venom, flushing red.
"How much to be it's mother then?" he tried, taking another step.
Her arms had fallen down to her sides and with his increasing nearness she lifted them up, holding her hands out in front of her to keep him at bay.
"I don't want your money Tony."
"Most of the time neither do I," he said.
"That's not my point."
"What is your point Ms. Potts?" he asked, taking her hands and pulling them down, out of his way. "You came in here, called me an idiot, danced around the real issue-"
"You're dancing around the real issue Tony," she said, cutting him and getting further flustered, making him smile harder, his cheeks aching from the amusement and delight of it.
"Do you want children?" he asked, "I don't just mean with me, I mean in general."
She tried to pull her hands from his grip, his hold tightening as she did so. Her failure bringing her closer to him instead, almost chest to chest. He smiled, looked her over and watched as she thought her answer over, wondering if he would get an honest one.
Of course he would, Pepper never lied to him.
"Stop looking down my top Tony," she said, a slight growl on his name, looking down at her own white blouse. The top few buttons were open, too many as it turned out, because if Tony angled his head the right way, he could see the curve of her breast, the edge of her bra. And Tony had always been good with angles.
"I'm just occupying myself while I wait," he said, looking at her face, almost laughing at the indignant look he found there.
Her sigh barely hid her smile, and he had noticed her doing that a lot over the years, smiling through her exasperation with him.
"I suppose I want children, yeah," she said, ignoring his remark and the continued glances down her top, and over her body. "But that's not the point."
"What is the point?" he asked.
"You tell me."
"I don't know."
"Neither do I."
They stared each other for a long moment, waiting for the other to break, to cave.
"So," he said, mentally slapping himself for letting Pepper beat him again, "You, me, a baby?"
"Tony," she said, sighing but not smiling. "You could have a baby with anyone."
A little spark ignited in his mind, the beginnings of a thought, a clue to what was going on in her head.
"I want to have a baby with you."
"I'm not sure that's really what you want," she said.
She leaned forward, her chest pressed against his and kissed him on the lips. He responded, quickly, but only for a moment, only for as long as Pepper let him. She pulled away and took a long step back.
"Until I know what you really want, I'm not interested in talking about anything other than business."
She walked away, leaving him to fall back against the car, her last words hurting a little.
She was going to drive him crazy, with no answers and the feel of her lips. He realised they'd gotten no where again, and this, this wasn't working. There was more going on here, for both Pepper and himself, than dancing around the idea of having a baby. He just didn't know what.
Yet.
Author: rolleson
Fandom: Iron Man (movie-verse)
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: None
Summary: Pepper is driving him crazy (crazier)
Notes: Part two after Heir. 1143 words. Not a lot happens, there will be more. Sorry about that.
He was going crazy.
'Crazier,' he heard the Pepper Potts inside his head say, and he frowned at the light reflection of himself in the glass walls of his workshop, trying not to growl out loud.
Pepper was driving him crazy, which, wasn't that unusual when he thought about it.
They hadn't talked much about having a baby, or having a relationship. Not because they hadn't wanted to, but because there hadn't been time. He hoped that was the case, and Pepper wasn't keeping him intentionally busy so they wouldn't have time to talk. Meetings and functions and missions (though, he couldn't blame Pepper for global terrorism, however much he wanted too) had him running from one place to another without a moment to really take a deep breath, let alone get a quiet word with Pepper.
And they had to be alone, because on the couple of occasions he had tried to approach the subject in locations less than private, she had completely cut him off by holding a hand up.
It worked every time, to his annoyance.
He even tried to kiss her on the cheek in the limo, and had ended up kissing the palm of her hand. Which had made her blush a little, and him grin, but he hadn't been quite what he had wanted.
He was going crazy with waiting for her to think about this, and for them to get a chance to talk about it. He'd gone down to his workshop when he couldn't find Pepper in his house, and couldn't get hold of her on her phone.
"You are an idiot Mr. Stark."
He looked up from the engine of his Audi, to see Pepper standing in his work shop, hands on her hips. The 'Mr. Stark' on the end of the insult had tripped his mind up a bit, something she constantly did to him.
It drove him crazy.
"I need more details Ms. Potts," he replied, with a smile. He stood up to face her, pulling up to his full height but, as he expected, she didn't move an inch.
"You don't want a baby."
"I do," he protested.
She laughed, and he smiled, slightly confused.
"You kept me busy intentionally," he said, "didn't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, but the minute flick of her lips told him different. He leaned back back against the hood of the car and smiled.
"We need to talk."
"About what?" she said, trying to pull off innocence, which, she usually did very well.
Not today though.
"You know about what."
"I'm still thinking."
"I'm done waiting," he told her.
"I'm amazed you waited this long."
"I've been too busy."
"That's unfortunate," she said, her face schooled into an impassive feature.
The eyes had it though.
"Would you pay me?" she asked, before he could reply to that.
"Pay you?"
"To have your baby."
His mind tripped up again. Surely she wasn't that dense? Surely she knew it wasn't about a baby, not really? Then his mind regained its footing and he smiled at her. Of course she knew. She was pushing, pressing, testing him. Again.
"If that's what it took," he told her with a grin. "How much?"
"I'd need to be heavily compensated."
"Not a problem," he said, then, taking a step closer to her added, "how much to make the baby naturally."
"I'm not prostituting myself out Tony," she said, with a little venom, flushing red.
"How much to be it's mother then?" he tried, taking another step.
Her arms had fallen down to her sides and with his increasing nearness she lifted them up, holding her hands out in front of her to keep him at bay.
"I don't want your money Tony."
"Most of the time neither do I," he said.
"That's not my point."
"What is your point Ms. Potts?" he asked, taking her hands and pulling them down, out of his way. "You came in here, called me an idiot, danced around the real issue-"
"You're dancing around the real issue Tony," she said, cutting him and getting further flustered, making him smile harder, his cheeks aching from the amusement and delight of it.
"Do you want children?" he asked, "I don't just mean with me, I mean in general."
She tried to pull her hands from his grip, his hold tightening as she did so. Her failure bringing her closer to him instead, almost chest to chest. He smiled, looked her over and watched as she thought her answer over, wondering if he would get an honest one.
Of course he would, Pepper never lied to him.
"Stop looking down my top Tony," she said, a slight growl on his name, looking down at her own white blouse. The top few buttons were open, too many as it turned out, because if Tony angled his head the right way, he could see the curve of her breast, the edge of her bra. And Tony had always been good with angles.
"I'm just occupying myself while I wait," he said, looking at her face, almost laughing at the indignant look he found there.
Her sigh barely hid her smile, and he had noticed her doing that a lot over the years, smiling through her exasperation with him.
"I suppose I want children, yeah," she said, ignoring his remark and the continued glances down her top, and over her body. "But that's not the point."
"What is the point?" he asked.
"You tell me."
"I don't know."
"Neither do I."
They stared each other for a long moment, waiting for the other to break, to cave.
"So," he said, mentally slapping himself for letting Pepper beat him again, "You, me, a baby?"
"Tony," she said, sighing but not smiling. "You could have a baby with anyone."
A little spark ignited in his mind, the beginnings of a thought, a clue to what was going on in her head.
"I want to have a baby with you."
"I'm not sure that's really what you want," she said.
She leaned forward, her chest pressed against his and kissed him on the lips. He responded, quickly, but only for a moment, only for as long as Pepper let him. She pulled away and took a long step back.
"Until I know what you really want, I'm not interested in talking about anything other than business."
She walked away, leaving him to fall back against the car, her last words hurting a little.
She was going to drive him crazy, with no answers and the feel of her lips. He realised they'd gotten no where again, and this, this wasn't working. There was more going on here, for both Pepper and himself, than dancing around the idea of having a baby. He just didn't know what.
Yet.