Iron Man: Yelp 2/3 - Tony/Pepper (R)
Title: Yelp (2/3)
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: R (barely)
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Swearing.
Summary: Tony apologises.
Notes: 1315 words. I know I said two parts but it turned out to be a bit longer than I expected, so I cut it into another part.
"Don't say you can't accept this," Tony said, dumping a little gift box onto her desk, "because you can and you will."
"What is it for?" she asked.
"No reason," he muttered, leaving her office.
He figured he'd be able to just walk away, back to his office and she'd thank him later for the gift. He didn't always give her a reason for the things he bought for her, she was usually side-tracked by the argument of her accepting his gifts but today she marched after him, the gold anklet held tightly in her hand.
"Mr. Stark," she said, stopping at the threshold of his office. "Why did you buy me this?" she asked.
"I thought you might like it," he said, turning around to face, trying to stop the blush and the nervous cough. Pepper was the only woman, hell the only person that could make him nervous.
Damn her.
He smiled but she was frowning at him, the anklet glittering in the morning sun. It would look good on her ankle, especially if that was the only thing she was wearing.
He nearly groaned aloud, and turned away again to compose himself, masking it by sitting down at his desk.
Post Iron Man and he was still an asshole.
"What did you do?" she asked. "Is this a sweetener for some trouble that's about to hit me?"
"Not at all. I just saw it, and thought it would suit you."
"You can't keep buying me presents on whims, Tony," she said, "it's not appropriate."
Apparently they were going to have this argument, though the light blush on her face that appeared whenever they did have this argument always amused him.
And aroused him.
"I don't care."
"I do!" she cried, already to the point of exasperation.
"Why? No one needs to know where you got it from," he said, leaning back in his chair, watching her hands settled on her hips, anklet hidden in her palm. "I like buying you things."
"Why?"
"I like buying everyone things," he smiled a her but she barely moved. "You deserve it, you earned it, that's all there is to it Potts."
She smiled shaking her head, and he panicked. He knew that look, the amused disbelief that she had when he was trying to con his way out of something and she knew it.
"You can't lie to me Stark."
I can, he thought, just not well.
"Just drop it, Pepper, that's an order."
He didn't say it often, he didn't really order her to do anything, didn't have to. He requested, knowing she'd go along with it because it was her job and she was good at her job.
Usually.
"Talk to me Stark," she said, hands still on her hips, her face hardening.
"It's just a fucking gift Pepper," he snapped.
She took a step back and he realised he'd made a worse mistake.
He. Never. Swore. At. Pepper.
Around her, to her in conversation, but never at her.
"Is that all Mr. Stark?" she uttered, taking another step back.
"Pepper, I'm sorry," he said.
She walked away, face fire red and he sighed, kicking out at his desk.
"Idiot," he said to his empty office.
He'd normally fixed something like this with a present, but gifts had gotten him into this problem in the first place and it really wasn't going to help at all.
So he went after her, racing through across the short corridor and caught up with her as she walked into her office. He caught the door as she went to slam it shut, the wood bouncing off his leather shoes. He went in after her, and shut it behind him, reaching out and grabbing Pepper's arm. He pulled her towards him, and she yelped as she collided with his chest, arc reactor hurting her a little. He spun her around and backed her up against the door, kissing her soundly on the lips, hands weaving into her red hair. He moaned a little, pushing, his kiss fierce, and he heard a little whimper escape her, as she pulled him closer.
He pulled away but not far, breathing hard, head against hers. Neither spoke for a couple of seconds until Pepper hissed into his ear, voice breathless.
"What the hell was that?"
"That-that's what I should've done," he said, "instead of buying you the anklet. Or as well as."
"Mr. Stark!" she warned.
"I should've kissed you to make amends, and ask for forgiveness. A couple of hundred times or so."
"You shouldn't be kissing me at all Tony," she said, frowning. She was confused and getting angrier and he knew wasn't making anything better by talking so he tried to kiss her again. His lips found hers, and she kissed back for a moment, leaning into it, and her grip on his flanks tightening before she pushed him away.
"Talk Stark," she ordered.
"The anklet is an apology."
"For?"
He paused, then asked.
"Why didn't you quit?"
"What?"
He kissed her again, leaning forward rather than stepping forward, their bodies separate but their lips connected. Her hands went to his arms again, squeezing before she pushed him away again. Her eyes were closed, and he smiled, pushed some stay hairs from her faces. She leaned into his touch.
"You're beautiful," he muttered. "Why didn't you quit?" he asked again, "when I came into your apartment and caught you naked."
"What?"
"You always threatened to quit if I came into your apartment uninvited."
"I know, but, but, by time you did that time, we were closer and, and," she stuttered, "you explained, you were worried, and hell you're like a child, you can't manage without me. You were even worse back then."
"I shouldn't have done it."
"Of course not, but you've been good since then, really, really good."
"I know." She was making him feel like a child, and wasn't sure he liked it, but decided to leave that conversation for another day.
"Why are you bringing this up now?" she asked.
"The anklet, the gifts, all the random presents," he said, moving away from her onto the other side of the office, "they're, they're all apologies."
"What for? Catching me in the nude?"
"No, not exactly, they're for masturbating while fantasising about you ever since then."
His blunt confession turned her bright red and she stared at him, still leaning back against her office door. She had one hand flat against the wood as if she were holding on.
"Sorry," he muttered. "You kinda look like you want to slap me."
"I wanted to, back then, and maybe, if you hadn't changed so damn much I would slap you, but you're different. Very, fu-damn-different."
"Pepper, were you going to swear?!"
She blushed again, and he grinned.
"Maybe."
"Wow, I really did piss you off."
"You didn't realise that back then?"
"Yeah, but I was an asshole back then. It didn't mean a whole lot."
"And now?"
"It means everything, that I was such an asshole, and a little childish."
"A little childish?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Now who's being childish?" he said. "Sorry."
"It's okay."
They were silent for a moment.
"I didn't want to quit. I didn't quit because I couldn't bear to. I wanted to be by your side. I want to be be by your side."
"Oh."
He didn't quite know what to say to that, his confession seemed to base, and hers was much deeper. He hadn't been expecting it at all, didn't know how to react to that. She smiled at him, reaching out for his hand. When he took it, she gave him a squeeze.
"Will you take the anklet?"
"I might," she said, "if our relationship changes."
"Changes?"
"Yeah," she pulled him towards her, and kissed him. "If we were together, then it would be perfectly acceptable to buy me gifts."
"What about working together?"
"We'll manage," she said, "we always do."
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: R (barely)
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Swearing.
Summary: Tony apologises.
Notes: 1315 words. I know I said two parts but it turned out to be a bit longer than I expected, so I cut it into another part.
"Don't say you can't accept this," Tony said, dumping a little gift box onto her desk, "because you can and you will."
"What is it for?" she asked.
"No reason," he muttered, leaving her office.
He figured he'd be able to just walk away, back to his office and she'd thank him later for the gift. He didn't always give her a reason for the things he bought for her, she was usually side-tracked by the argument of her accepting his gifts but today she marched after him, the gold anklet held tightly in her hand.
"Mr. Stark," she said, stopping at the threshold of his office. "Why did you buy me this?" she asked.
"I thought you might like it," he said, turning around to face, trying to stop the blush and the nervous cough. Pepper was the only woman, hell the only person that could make him nervous.
Damn her.
He smiled but she was frowning at him, the anklet glittering in the morning sun. It would look good on her ankle, especially if that was the only thing she was wearing.
He nearly groaned aloud, and turned away again to compose himself, masking it by sitting down at his desk.
Post Iron Man and he was still an asshole.
"What did you do?" she asked. "Is this a sweetener for some trouble that's about to hit me?"
"Not at all. I just saw it, and thought it would suit you."
"You can't keep buying me presents on whims, Tony," she said, "it's not appropriate."
Apparently they were going to have this argument, though the light blush on her face that appeared whenever they did have this argument always amused him.
And aroused him.
"I don't care."
"I do!" she cried, already to the point of exasperation.
"Why? No one needs to know where you got it from," he said, leaning back in his chair, watching her hands settled on her hips, anklet hidden in her palm. "I like buying you things."
"Why?"
"I like buying everyone things," he smiled a her but she barely moved. "You deserve it, you earned it, that's all there is to it Potts."
She smiled shaking her head, and he panicked. He knew that look, the amused disbelief that she had when he was trying to con his way out of something and she knew it.
"You can't lie to me Stark."
I can, he thought, just not well.
"Just drop it, Pepper, that's an order."
He didn't say it often, he didn't really order her to do anything, didn't have to. He requested, knowing she'd go along with it because it was her job and she was good at her job.
Usually.
"Talk to me Stark," she said, hands still on her hips, her face hardening.
"It's just a fucking gift Pepper," he snapped.
She took a step back and he realised he'd made a worse mistake.
He. Never. Swore. At. Pepper.
Around her, to her in conversation, but never at her.
"Is that all Mr. Stark?" she uttered, taking another step back.
"Pepper, I'm sorry," he said.
She walked away, face fire red and he sighed, kicking out at his desk.
"Idiot," he said to his empty office.
He'd normally fixed something like this with a present, but gifts had gotten him into this problem in the first place and it really wasn't going to help at all.
So he went after her, racing through across the short corridor and caught up with her as she walked into her office. He caught the door as she went to slam it shut, the wood bouncing off his leather shoes. He went in after her, and shut it behind him, reaching out and grabbing Pepper's arm. He pulled her towards him, and she yelped as she collided with his chest, arc reactor hurting her a little. He spun her around and backed her up against the door, kissing her soundly on the lips, hands weaving into her red hair. He moaned a little, pushing, his kiss fierce, and he heard a little whimper escape her, as she pulled him closer.
He pulled away but not far, breathing hard, head against hers. Neither spoke for a couple of seconds until Pepper hissed into his ear, voice breathless.
"What the hell was that?"
"That-that's what I should've done," he said, "instead of buying you the anklet. Or as well as."
"Mr. Stark!" she warned.
"I should've kissed you to make amends, and ask for forgiveness. A couple of hundred times or so."
"You shouldn't be kissing me at all Tony," she said, frowning. She was confused and getting angrier and he knew wasn't making anything better by talking so he tried to kiss her again. His lips found hers, and she kissed back for a moment, leaning into it, and her grip on his flanks tightening before she pushed him away.
"Talk Stark," she ordered.
"The anklet is an apology."
"For?"
He paused, then asked.
"Why didn't you quit?"
"What?"
He kissed her again, leaning forward rather than stepping forward, their bodies separate but their lips connected. Her hands went to his arms again, squeezing before she pushed him away again. Her eyes were closed, and he smiled, pushed some stay hairs from her faces. She leaned into his touch.
"You're beautiful," he muttered. "Why didn't you quit?" he asked again, "when I came into your apartment and caught you naked."
"What?"
"You always threatened to quit if I came into your apartment uninvited."
"I know, but, but, by time you did that time, we were closer and, and," she stuttered, "you explained, you were worried, and hell you're like a child, you can't manage without me. You were even worse back then."
"I shouldn't have done it."
"Of course not, but you've been good since then, really, really good."
"I know." She was making him feel like a child, and wasn't sure he liked it, but decided to leave that conversation for another day.
"Why are you bringing this up now?" she asked.
"The anklet, the gifts, all the random presents," he said, moving away from her onto the other side of the office, "they're, they're all apologies."
"What for? Catching me in the nude?"
"No, not exactly, they're for masturbating while fantasising about you ever since then."
His blunt confession turned her bright red and she stared at him, still leaning back against her office door. She had one hand flat against the wood as if she were holding on.
"Sorry," he muttered. "You kinda look like you want to slap me."
"I wanted to, back then, and maybe, if you hadn't changed so damn much I would slap you, but you're different. Very, fu-damn-different."
"Pepper, were you going to swear?!"
She blushed again, and he grinned.
"Maybe."
"Wow, I really did piss you off."
"You didn't realise that back then?"
"Yeah, but I was an asshole back then. It didn't mean a whole lot."
"And now?"
"It means everything, that I was such an asshole, and a little childish."
"A little childish?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Now who's being childish?" he said. "Sorry."
"It's okay."
They were silent for a moment.
"I didn't want to quit. I didn't quit because I couldn't bear to. I wanted to be by your side. I want to be be by your side."
"Oh."
He didn't quite know what to say to that, his confession seemed to base, and hers was much deeper. He hadn't been expecting it at all, didn't know how to react to that. She smiled at him, reaching out for his hand. When he took it, she gave him a squeeze.
"Will you take the anklet?"
"I might," she said, "if our relationship changes."
"Changes?"
"Yeah," she pulled him towards her, and kissed him. "If we were together, then it would be perfectly acceptable to buy me gifts."
"What about working together?"
"We'll manage," she said, "we always do."