Iron Man: Heir Part 8 Tony/Pepper (NC-17)
Title: Imagine
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: Sex.
Summary: Pepper, at home. Alone.
Notes: 847 words. Only short. Part Eight of Heir.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
She regretted going home.
She didn't regret having dessert with Tony, the cheesecake and the conversation had been good. The moment she slipped into her bed however, she regretted saying goodnight and going home. Tony had kissed her soundly before she went, one hand slipping beneath the short skirt of her dress to cup her ass. He was willing to wait for her, but he really couldn't help himself. Sometimes she wondered if he could tell the difference between engineering and sex, or if his life had blurred into one.
In bed, alone, she was still aroused, could still feel the hum of it in her blood. Could still feel Tony's hands on her ass and his fingers in her hair.
His lips on her neck.
Damn him.
In bed she couldn't stop thinking about him, and, for the first time in her employment under Tony Stark, she couldn't ignore her attraction to him. Not with first hand information to fuel it.
She slipped a hand beneath her shorts and cupped herself, holding her hand still for a minute, letting the warmth of it seep through her body. It was a nice feeling and she tried to imagine Tony's bigger, rougher hands cupping her body so intimately. Tried to imagine his fingers moving minutely, because he could never keep still, and turning her on further, she could feel the wetness building, feel more arousal building.
She sighed, a little audible moan following and she clamped her mouth shut. She hated making noise when she was masturbating, it made her paranoid, like she was in college again and could be caught by her roommate at any minute. Like she was staying a hotel room away from Tony and could be caught by him at any minute, with a hand on her breast and the other playing with her clit.
She bit down on her bottom lip as she slid a finger down to her entrance, then back up to her clit, pressing down. She gasped, Tony's name there but she managed to keep it down. She imagined him watching her, sitting in the chair at the end of her bed. Leaning forward, eyes on the hand between her legs. Moving slowly she teased herself, tried to imagine what Tony would do. Tried to remember what Tony had done during those accidental glimpses into his sex life she had caught over the years.
He would tease, push, make her beg and scream. She knew that much at least and she relished it. Regretted the fact she wasn't experiencing it then.
She pushed a finger into her body, holding back another gasp. She had slim fingers, and it was a light, pleasant intrusion. She moved her hips against her hand, thinking about Tony in the chair, watching and touching himself.
Pepper had always wanted to show Tony exactly what she thought about him.
Another finger, more movement and she couldn't quite keep silent. With every thrust of her fingers into her body, a small 'uh' noise escaped her. She pressed her thumb down on her clit, bit down another moan, thought about Tony being unable to keep his hands to himself. Imagined him leaning forward and touching her. He had never touched her before, with any real sexual intent, not even during those first few years of employment when he tried to get her into bed. He used his charm, carefully chosen words, awful innuendo, but didn't touch. She imagined it though, had done for a long time, his fingers filling her, lips on her clit.
She wished she wasn't so paranoid or self conscious when masturbating, wished she could use her vibrator. She could make it so glorious, though it was already feeling like it was going to be better than the usual release of pent up arousal and frustration. First hand information, the feel of those hands, that warmth. She was close, she knew exactly what to do to herself, and with the added stimulus, it was quicker in coming.
She pushed her camisole top to one side with a little desperation, eyes still squeezed shut, imagining Tony Stark between her legs. She cupped a breast, pulled at her nipple, moaned louder than she would've like had her mind been clearer.
Oh, how she regretted going home, alone.
It hit suddenly. It felt unexpected despite every action being for this one purpose, hitting her hard, pleasure spiking through her body. Little cries of 'Tony' over and over on her lips while she shook a little, her back arching, pushing her hips into her hand hard as she crested. She fell back to the bed, back to her room, and lay still, hand still between her legs, the other falling from her breast, but not far as it remained tangled in the material of her camisole.
"Oh God," she whimpered, pulling her arm free after a couple of minutes, her breathing calmer. "Needed that," she added to the walls, pulling her other hand from between her legs, glancing at the chair at the end of her bed and smiling.
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: Sex.
Summary: Pepper, at home. Alone.
Notes: 847 words. Only short. Part Eight of Heir.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
She regretted going home.
She didn't regret having dessert with Tony, the cheesecake and the conversation had been good. The moment she slipped into her bed however, she regretted saying goodnight and going home. Tony had kissed her soundly before she went, one hand slipping beneath the short skirt of her dress to cup her ass. He was willing to wait for her, but he really couldn't help himself. Sometimes she wondered if he could tell the difference between engineering and sex, or if his life had blurred into one.
In bed, alone, she was still aroused, could still feel the hum of it in her blood. Could still feel Tony's hands on her ass and his fingers in her hair.
His lips on her neck.
Damn him.
In bed she couldn't stop thinking about him, and, for the first time in her employment under Tony Stark, she couldn't ignore her attraction to him. Not with first hand information to fuel it.
She slipped a hand beneath her shorts and cupped herself, holding her hand still for a minute, letting the warmth of it seep through her body. It was a nice feeling and she tried to imagine Tony's bigger, rougher hands cupping her body so intimately. Tried to imagine his fingers moving minutely, because he could never keep still, and turning her on further, she could feel the wetness building, feel more arousal building.
She sighed, a little audible moan following and she clamped her mouth shut. She hated making noise when she was masturbating, it made her paranoid, like she was in college again and could be caught by her roommate at any minute. Like she was staying a hotel room away from Tony and could be caught by him at any minute, with a hand on her breast and the other playing with her clit.
She bit down on her bottom lip as she slid a finger down to her entrance, then back up to her clit, pressing down. She gasped, Tony's name there but she managed to keep it down. She imagined him watching her, sitting in the chair at the end of her bed. Leaning forward, eyes on the hand between her legs. Moving slowly she teased herself, tried to imagine what Tony would do. Tried to remember what Tony had done during those accidental glimpses into his sex life she had caught over the years.
He would tease, push, make her beg and scream. She knew that much at least and she relished it. Regretted the fact she wasn't experiencing it then.
She pushed a finger into her body, holding back another gasp. She had slim fingers, and it was a light, pleasant intrusion. She moved her hips against her hand, thinking about Tony in the chair, watching and touching himself.
Pepper had always wanted to show Tony exactly what she thought about him.
Another finger, more movement and she couldn't quite keep silent. With every thrust of her fingers into her body, a small 'uh' noise escaped her. She pressed her thumb down on her clit, bit down another moan, thought about Tony being unable to keep his hands to himself. Imagined him leaning forward and touching her. He had never touched her before, with any real sexual intent, not even during those first few years of employment when he tried to get her into bed. He used his charm, carefully chosen words, awful innuendo, but didn't touch. She imagined it though, had done for a long time, his fingers filling her, lips on her clit.
She wished she wasn't so paranoid or self conscious when masturbating, wished she could use her vibrator. She could make it so glorious, though it was already feeling like it was going to be better than the usual release of pent up arousal and frustration. First hand information, the feel of those hands, that warmth. She was close, she knew exactly what to do to herself, and with the added stimulus, it was quicker in coming.
She pushed her camisole top to one side with a little desperation, eyes still squeezed shut, imagining Tony Stark between her legs. She cupped a breast, pulled at her nipple, moaned louder than she would've like had her mind been clearer.
Oh, how she regretted going home, alone.
It hit suddenly. It felt unexpected despite every action being for this one purpose, hitting her hard, pleasure spiking through her body. Little cries of 'Tony' over and over on her lips while she shook a little, her back arching, pushing her hips into her hand hard as she crested. She fell back to the bed, back to her room, and lay still, hand still between her legs, the other falling from her breast, but not far as it remained tangled in the material of her camisole.
"Oh God," she whimpered, pulling her arm free after a couple of minutes, her breathing calmer. "Needed that," she added to the walls, pulling her other hand from between her legs, glancing at the chair at the end of her bed and smiling.