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Title: Change
Author: rolleson
Fandom: Iron Man (movie-verse)
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Some references
Summary: Dinner.
Notes: Long time in coming. 1497 words though. Part Seven Or Heir.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
He'd gone all out for dinner, table settings, meal cooked, shirt and tie. Nothing particularly unusual about it all except that he'd done it all himself. There was no chef, no serving staff, she'd checked with Jarvis earlier that evening to find out if Tony needed anything or anyone for tonight. It was all his own efforts though, and she was impressed, he didn't usually do so well on his own. She'd had never been entirely convinced he could do up his own tie but it was perfect. He looked perfect.
He waved a hand towards the table and smiled, a hint of a blush staining his face.
"It's only pasta, but I have some nice wine to go with it."
He was casually leaning back against the dining room table, one hand fiddling with his black tie. He looked a little nervous, and Pepper felt the same.
"I'm sure it's wonderful Tony," she said, walking up to him, and kissing him softly. "Feeling better?"
He blushed bright red then and she tried not to laugh.
"Er, much better, thanks you."
"You don't have to be nervous Tony, we have dinner all the time," Pepper said, shifting against his body to lean some of her weight on him.
"Not like this."
"Is it really so different?" she asked. "Minus my suit and your oil stains, not much has changed from when we had dinner last week."
"Last week was different. I didn't want..." he hesitated. "It's just different Potts."
"You didn't want to what Tony?" she asked, wrapping an arm around him and making herself comfortable. She liked being in the crook of his arm, warm and safe. It scared her a little that she felt like that already, and so strongly. "Fuck me?" she continued. "Have my baby, date me? Because I bet you did."
"When did you get so evil?"
"I've always been this way. Don't you remember?"
She kissed him again, a little harder and deeper, because she wanted to, needed to, pressing her body into his. She'd gotten a little worked up herself this afternoon 'helping' Tony out, and the arousal had stayed around since.
"I don't want things to be different," she mumbled against his lips, swallowing his happy groan when she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
"Why not?"
"It won't work," she stated flatly. "Things between us are good, we can add things to the relationship, but we shouldn't change it."
"Oh."
He thought it over, then kissed her, turning her around and pressing into her with a moan.
"I really want this to work," he said.
"I know you do. So do I."
"Cause when it works, we can start making babies. Actually babies, I didn't mean that as a euphemism for sex. We can go have sex now, I just-"
She cut him off with a kiss, before pushing him away from her and taking a long step away from him.
"Dinner first," she told him. His little pout made her chuckle and he pulled her back to him.
"Will you stay the night?"
"If you make it worth my while."
"Will you move in?"
"Ask me another time."
He smiled at her, and let her move back again.
"Expect an email about it next week.
"Duly noted Mr. Stark."
He groaned at the use of his name.
"Okay, we need some rules, no calling me Mr. Stark in bed or I'm going to have hard-ons at the office."
"We're not in bed Tony."
"Not yet we're not."
He kissed her again, wrapping his arm around her, and holding her tight, and tighter still when she tried to pull away. She managed to pull back from his kiss, her body still pressed against his.
"Tony," she warned. He grinned at her.
"Sorry," he said, "I really want...an heir."
She laughed and they settled down to eat.
z
Dinner turned out to be the normal affair Pepper had hoped for. She'd been afraid that it would be awkward, but when he teased her for eating her food in a certain order, like last week, she felt able to chide him for not eating his salad like last week. The only differences were her foot sliding up his calf, and that she wasn't stopping him from looking into her cleavage. Normally she didn't have so much on show, and she felt good, it felt good to let him look too. No sighing, or scowling, no pretending she was outraged or annoyed, when she usually wasn't fussed. Tony Stark couldn't help himself, on occasion she had reflected that it was nice just to be on his radar. That he noticed she was more than just his P.A.
The fact that he loved her had knocked her a little. More than him wanting a baby, her baby.
"This is new," Tony said, knocking her thoughts sideways.
"Hmm?"
She looked up from her pasta to see him smiling at her, a curious look on his face.
"The look on your face," he said, "it's your contemplative look but with what I think is arousal," he said, a little smug in his assessment of her. Tony had always been able to read her well, something that had bugged her a lot during the first few years of her employment. It annoyed her that he thought he knew her so well, just because he could read her body language, her expressions, now he did know her, maybe not as well as she would like but she had kept her distance for a reason.
Everything was changing.
She didn't deal with change well, not in her own life, not when Tony's was in constant flux.
"Maybe," she said, her voice all sex, a contrast to the burn of the blush she could feel on her cheeks.
"We can skip dessert," he said with a smirk.
"What is dessert?"
"I made cheesecake, chocolate cheesecake."
"You made it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"From scratch."
"Really?"
"Jarvis!" Tony called.
"Mr Stark did indeed prepare the cheesecake from the beginning," the AI chirped, "it took him six hours and he destroyed three-"
"Okay, that's enough thank you!" Tony interrupted, Pepper laughing opposite him, not trying to hide at all.
She reached across and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. The blush on his face was adorable, he was adorable, though she knew he wouldn't want to hear that again. She could torture him with that adjective later. It was nice to let herself think these things, that he was cute, sexy, that she did purposely torture and tease him for her own entertainment and not just to get things done.
"It sounds great Tony," she told him.
"It keeps," he said, with a grin, "over night at least."
"I suppose," she smiled again, but she wasn't sure about this. She felt like they had already crossed some sort of line the day before, but to keep moving further away from it? 'Really not sure about that'. She'd seen him engaged in a few different sexual acts but had never been actively involved. Not like yesterday.
"Pepper, I'm not going to rush you, really," he said, "I love you too much to fuck it up, so you lay down the rules, the time frame, if we don't have sex until we're old and married I'll accept that. I won't like it, it might kill me, but I'd at least try," he paused a moment, "though it'll put a spanner in my plan to have an heir, but if that's what you want to do..."
"It's not Tony."
"Good."
She laughed when he appeared physically relieved he wouldn't have to wait until they were in their seventies to have sex. She wasn't sure how he'd made it this long without any sex, she imagined him masturbating often, but had never thought that would be enough for Tony Stark. A conversation for another time she thought.
"I'd do it thought," he said, when she didn't say anymore.
"I know," she said softly.
"And if that's not proof I love you, then, I don't know what is."
"I don't doubt that you love me."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh." She nodded.
"So, sex or chocolate cheesecake. I know it's a hard decision for a woman."
"Not every woman is chocolate obsessed."
"But I know you really, really like cheesecake," he said, poitning a finger at her
She smiled.
"Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to point?" she said, grabbing his index finger.
"Possibly, but that's off the topic," he said. "So?"
"So...maybe we should have the cheesecake," she told him after a beat, letting go of both his hands.
"Okay."
He was smiling when he said it, and she'd expected disappointment but saw none, she expected him to try and talk her round her little more too. Try and talk her into bed, but he stood up and kissed her on the cheek, before disappearing into the kitchen.
Her life was changing.
Author: rolleson
Fandom: Iron Man (movie-verse)
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Some references
Summary: Dinner.
Notes: Long time in coming. 1497 words though. Part Seven Or Heir.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
He'd gone all out for dinner, table settings, meal cooked, shirt and tie. Nothing particularly unusual about it all except that he'd done it all himself. There was no chef, no serving staff, she'd checked with Jarvis earlier that evening to find out if Tony needed anything or anyone for tonight. It was all his own efforts though, and she was impressed, he didn't usually do so well on his own. She'd had never been entirely convinced he could do up his own tie but it was perfect. He looked perfect.
He waved a hand towards the table and smiled, a hint of a blush staining his face.
"It's only pasta, but I have some nice wine to go with it."
He was casually leaning back against the dining room table, one hand fiddling with his black tie. He looked a little nervous, and Pepper felt the same.
"I'm sure it's wonderful Tony," she said, walking up to him, and kissing him softly. "Feeling better?"
He blushed bright red then and she tried not to laugh.
"Er, much better, thanks you."
"You don't have to be nervous Tony, we have dinner all the time," Pepper said, shifting against his body to lean some of her weight on him.
"Not like this."
"Is it really so different?" she asked. "Minus my suit and your oil stains, not much has changed from when we had dinner last week."
"Last week was different. I didn't want..." he hesitated. "It's just different Potts."
"You didn't want to what Tony?" she asked, wrapping an arm around him and making herself comfortable. She liked being in the crook of his arm, warm and safe. It scared her a little that she felt like that already, and so strongly. "Fuck me?" she continued. "Have my baby, date me? Because I bet you did."
"When did you get so evil?"
"I've always been this way. Don't you remember?"
She kissed him again, a little harder and deeper, because she wanted to, needed to, pressing her body into his. She'd gotten a little worked up herself this afternoon 'helping' Tony out, and the arousal had stayed around since.
"I don't want things to be different," she mumbled against his lips, swallowing his happy groan when she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
"Why not?"
"It won't work," she stated flatly. "Things between us are good, we can add things to the relationship, but we shouldn't change it."
"Oh."
He thought it over, then kissed her, turning her around and pressing into her with a moan.
"I really want this to work," he said.
"I know you do. So do I."
"Cause when it works, we can start making babies. Actually babies, I didn't mean that as a euphemism for sex. We can go have sex now, I just-"
She cut him off with a kiss, before pushing him away from her and taking a long step away from him.
"Dinner first," she told him. His little pout made her chuckle and he pulled her back to him.
"Will you stay the night?"
"If you make it worth my while."
"Will you move in?"
"Ask me another time."
He smiled at her, and let her move back again.
"Expect an email about it next week.
"Duly noted Mr. Stark."
He groaned at the use of his name.
"Okay, we need some rules, no calling me Mr. Stark in bed or I'm going to have hard-ons at the office."
"We're not in bed Tony."
"Not yet we're not."
He kissed her again, wrapping his arm around her, and holding her tight, and tighter still when she tried to pull away. She managed to pull back from his kiss, her body still pressed against his.
"Tony," she warned. He grinned at her.
"Sorry," he said, "I really want...an heir."
She laughed and they settled down to eat.
z
Dinner turned out to be the normal affair Pepper had hoped for. She'd been afraid that it would be awkward, but when he teased her for eating her food in a certain order, like last week, she felt able to chide him for not eating his salad like last week. The only differences were her foot sliding up his calf, and that she wasn't stopping him from looking into her cleavage. Normally she didn't have so much on show, and she felt good, it felt good to let him look too. No sighing, or scowling, no pretending she was outraged or annoyed, when she usually wasn't fussed. Tony Stark couldn't help himself, on occasion she had reflected that it was nice just to be on his radar. That he noticed she was more than just his P.A.
The fact that he loved her had knocked her a little. More than him wanting a baby, her baby.
"This is new," Tony said, knocking her thoughts sideways.
"Hmm?"
She looked up from her pasta to see him smiling at her, a curious look on his face.
"The look on your face," he said, "it's your contemplative look but with what I think is arousal," he said, a little smug in his assessment of her. Tony had always been able to read her well, something that had bugged her a lot during the first few years of her employment. It annoyed her that he thought he knew her so well, just because he could read her body language, her expressions, now he did know her, maybe not as well as she would like but she had kept her distance for a reason.
Everything was changing.
She didn't deal with change well, not in her own life, not when Tony's was in constant flux.
"Maybe," she said, her voice all sex, a contrast to the burn of the blush she could feel on her cheeks.
"We can skip dessert," he said with a smirk.
"What is dessert?"
"I made cheesecake, chocolate cheesecake."
"You made it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"From scratch."
"Really?"
"Jarvis!" Tony called.
"Mr Stark did indeed prepare the cheesecake from the beginning," the AI chirped, "it took him six hours and he destroyed three-"
"Okay, that's enough thank you!" Tony interrupted, Pepper laughing opposite him, not trying to hide at all.
She reached across and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. The blush on his face was adorable, he was adorable, though she knew he wouldn't want to hear that again. She could torture him with that adjective later. It was nice to let herself think these things, that he was cute, sexy, that she did purposely torture and tease him for her own entertainment and not just to get things done.
"It sounds great Tony," she told him.
"It keeps," he said, with a grin, "over night at least."
"I suppose," she smiled again, but she wasn't sure about this. She felt like they had already crossed some sort of line the day before, but to keep moving further away from it? 'Really not sure about that'. She'd seen him engaged in a few different sexual acts but had never been actively involved. Not like yesterday.
"Pepper, I'm not going to rush you, really," he said, "I love you too much to fuck it up, so you lay down the rules, the time frame, if we don't have sex until we're old and married I'll accept that. I won't like it, it might kill me, but I'd at least try," he paused a moment, "though it'll put a spanner in my plan to have an heir, but if that's what you want to do..."
"It's not Tony."
"Good."
She laughed when he appeared physically relieved he wouldn't have to wait until they were in their seventies to have sex. She wasn't sure how he'd made it this long without any sex, she imagined him masturbating often, but had never thought that would be enough for Tony Stark. A conversation for another time she thought.
"I'd do it thought," he said, when she didn't say anymore.
"I know," she said softly.
"And if that's not proof I love you, then, I don't know what is."
"I don't doubt that you love me."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh." She nodded.
"So, sex or chocolate cheesecake. I know it's a hard decision for a woman."
"Not every woman is chocolate obsessed."
"But I know you really, really like cheesecake," he said, poitning a finger at her
She smiled.
"Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to point?" she said, grabbing his index finger.
"Possibly, but that's off the topic," he said. "So?"
"So...maybe we should have the cheesecake," she told him after a beat, letting go of both his hands.
"Okay."
He was smiling when he said it, and she'd expected disappointment but saw none, she expected him to try and talk her round her little more too. Try and talk her into bed, but he stood up and kissed her on the cheek, before disappearing into the kitchen.
Her life was changing.