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Title: Sure
Author: popupduck/Rhi
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Suggestion.
Summary: Second Date.
Notes: Part Ten of Heir. 1342 words.
Tony knocked on her door a second time and tapped his foot with impatience. He couldn't help himself, he wasn't used to people not jumping immediately at his command. Hell, he wasn't used to Pepper not jumping at his command. It wasn't her job as his girlfriend though. He just always liked to be answered straight away, within seconds, time was important to him. Which really threw him because he didn't want to rush Pepper into bed, but he did want her to answer the door right now.
He gave it a whole minute before knocking again.
"Sorry," Pepper said, in a rush of breath when the door swung open. "Hi."
He hadn't seen her all day, she'd gone into the office and he'd taken the day off. She looked like an entirely different woman from the PA who kissed him in his workshop this morning. This was the Pepper who had almost kissed him on the balcony at the benefit months and months ago. The Pepper from last night, a woman he was still getting to know. Her hair was in loose curls, and her dress reached to her knees, but so did the V of her cleavage, almost, and he couldn't quite tell what colour it was with the view of so much skin. So much breast.
"Wow."
"Stop staring Tony," she said, crossing her arms.
"Wow."
"My face is here."
"Wow."
"Do you want to come in?" she asked, stepping to one side.
"No, I kinda want to stand here and stare at you some more."
"Tony."
"What did you expect wearing a dress like that?" he asked, finally looking into her eyes.
"For you to at least come in before you start leering, jeez."
He laughed and followed her into her apartment, looking around to see what had changed since he'd been there last. Not much on the surface, a new picture and a new vase, but little else. Nothing of consequence. He was glad to see the flowers he'd sent over were arranged nicely in the new vase though.
"I forgot to bring wine," he said, remembering suddenly.
"It doesn't matter Tony. I have wine."
"Do you have beer?"
She laughed.
"I may have bought a six pack for you."
"Thanks Pep."
"That's starting to grow on me," she told him, going into her kitchen.
Tony flopped down onto her sofa, sinking into the cushions. He loved her sofa, much preferred it to his own sofas, and had offered to buy it from her a couple of times for obscene amounts of money but to no avail. Hopefully she'd move into the mansion soon and bring her comfy piece of furniture with her.
"The nickname?" he called out.
"Yeah," she said coming back into the lounge with a beer and a glass of wine. She sat down next to him.
"I'm not selling you the sofa Tony."
"How did you-"
"You ask every time you sit on it."
"I can wait until you move in with me."
"Really."
"Yep. Then everything you own is half mine," he said, with a smug grin.
"I suppose. Assuming we marry."
"We will."
"You seem very sure of yourself for a man on a second date."
"I love you, you love me, we're gonna have a baby together. The other stuff is inevitable."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"You do know that everything you own becomes half mine."
"I know. I'd give you half now if you wanted."
I don't," she said. "Anyway, dinner won't be long."
"Good. I'm starving."
"Did you eat today?" she asked.
"I'm not a child. I don't need you to mother me all the time."
"You have Jarvis for the times I'm not there."
"And I programmed him to remind me to eat all by myself."
She laughed, leaning forward to kiss him. He kissed back, hungry for her too, but managing to keep himself in check. He remained in his seat on the sofa, a foot of space between their bodies, her hand on his knee to balance her. A 'ding' broke them apart and she smiled.
"Dinner's ready," she said, jumping up.
He followed her into the kitchen, her little table set for two, a few the of the flowers he'd sent her in a little vase in the middle, and some candles burning next to them. He sat down at the table and waited. Patiently.
It was possible.
They ate an chatted about their days. He knew most of their days were spent together, but he liked this touch of normalcy to his life. Finishing work for the day, coming home and talking about it with someone. It was very normal, he'd seen his parents do it over and over, and hadn't been part of it himself with anyone other than Pepper.
So things were much the same, like Pepper wanted but he was feeling a little happier now. A little warmer. Also, there was kissing and he did like the kissing a whole lot.
"This is going to work you know," he said, with smile. Pepper swallowed her mouthful of chicken before speaking.
"What it?"
"This thing, between us," he said, gesturing between them. "Our relationship."
"Again, very sure of yourself for a man on his second date."
"Just feels right," he said. "Don't you feel it?" he asked.
"I feel something," she said. "Something good."
Beneath the small table he felt her bare feet slide against his, one foot slipping under his trouser leg to tickle at his calf with her toes. He smiled at her.
"Good."
"Can I ask you something Tony?"
"Anything," she said. "Okay, almost anything."
"Almost anything?"
"June '94, and November '99 are out of bounds."
"I've heard the rumours Tony, I don't want or need to know any more."
He blushed, dipping his head and she laughed, squeezing a leg between hers.
"What did you want to ask?" he said, with a cough, keen to get the conversation away form more embarrassing incidents.
"What brought about this desire to have a baby. An heir."
She rolled her eyes on the word heir and he grinned.
"Is it a new thing?" She continued. "Part of the post-Iron Man Tony Stark, or something you've considered before?"
"I've thought about it, once or twice. Seen kids about, thought about my own parents, but not much before Iron Man."
"Your immortality had made you re-asses."
"Exactly."
"Why now? Why not six months ago?"
He took a long drink of beer before he answered her.
"Things have calmed down," he said. "Not just for the company but between you and me. Things got back to normal so I decided to do something."
She nodded, listening thoughtfully to him, and he watched her face carefully for her reaction.
"What if I had said no?" she asked. "What if I didn't love you?"
"Then I'd die old and alone," he said, sitting back in his chair. "It's not about a family Pep. It's about having a family with you."
He felt like he'd had this conversation with her already, but understood if he had to do it again. And again, and again. However many times it took to convince Pepper that he loved her.
She smiled after a moment and he was warmed by it.
"Are you done?" she asked, pointing at his plate.
"Oh, yeah, thanks."
She untangled her legs from his and stood up to clear the table. He stood to help, together another little domestic moment that he relished.
He said goodbye after another beer and some making out on her sofa. He wasn't really in a rush, despite his body feeling a little desperate and the fact that Pepper's dress was basically a landing strip to her more interesting parts. When he told her so she slapped him, not hard, but it still had a touch of sting in it. She was smiling all the while, and the kiss following it more than made up for it, saying goodbye.
"I love you Tony," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow."
Author: popupduck/Rhi
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Suggestion.
Summary: Second Date.
Notes: Part Ten of Heir. 1342 words.
Tony knocked on her door a second time and tapped his foot with impatience. He couldn't help himself, he wasn't used to people not jumping immediately at his command. Hell, he wasn't used to Pepper not jumping at his command. It wasn't her job as his girlfriend though. He just always liked to be answered straight away, within seconds, time was important to him. Which really threw him because he didn't want to rush Pepper into bed, but he did want her to answer the door right now.
He gave it a whole minute before knocking again.
"Sorry," Pepper said, in a rush of breath when the door swung open. "Hi."
He hadn't seen her all day, she'd gone into the office and he'd taken the day off. She looked like an entirely different woman from the PA who kissed him in his workshop this morning. This was the Pepper who had almost kissed him on the balcony at the benefit months and months ago. The Pepper from last night, a woman he was still getting to know. Her hair was in loose curls, and her dress reached to her knees, but so did the V of her cleavage, almost, and he couldn't quite tell what colour it was with the view of so much skin. So much breast.
"Wow."
"Stop staring Tony," she said, crossing her arms.
"Wow."
"My face is here."
"Wow."
"Do you want to come in?" she asked, stepping to one side.
"No, I kinda want to stand here and stare at you some more."
"Tony."
"What did you expect wearing a dress like that?" he asked, finally looking into her eyes.
"For you to at least come in before you start leering, jeez."
He laughed and followed her into her apartment, looking around to see what had changed since he'd been there last. Not much on the surface, a new picture and a new vase, but little else. Nothing of consequence. He was glad to see the flowers he'd sent over were arranged nicely in the new vase though.
"I forgot to bring wine," he said, remembering suddenly.
"It doesn't matter Tony. I have wine."
"Do you have beer?"
She laughed.
"I may have bought a six pack for you."
"Thanks Pep."
"That's starting to grow on me," she told him, going into her kitchen.
Tony flopped down onto her sofa, sinking into the cushions. He loved her sofa, much preferred it to his own sofas, and had offered to buy it from her a couple of times for obscene amounts of money but to no avail. Hopefully she'd move into the mansion soon and bring her comfy piece of furniture with her.
"The nickname?" he called out.
"Yeah," she said coming back into the lounge with a beer and a glass of wine. She sat down next to him.
"I'm not selling you the sofa Tony."
"How did you-"
"You ask every time you sit on it."
"I can wait until you move in with me."
"Really."
"Yep. Then everything you own is half mine," he said, with a smug grin.
"I suppose. Assuming we marry."
"We will."
"You seem very sure of yourself for a man on a second date."
"I love you, you love me, we're gonna have a baby together. The other stuff is inevitable."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"You do know that everything you own becomes half mine."
"I know. I'd give you half now if you wanted."
I don't," she said. "Anyway, dinner won't be long."
"Good. I'm starving."
"Did you eat today?" she asked.
"I'm not a child. I don't need you to mother me all the time."
"You have Jarvis for the times I'm not there."
"And I programmed him to remind me to eat all by myself."
She laughed, leaning forward to kiss him. He kissed back, hungry for her too, but managing to keep himself in check. He remained in his seat on the sofa, a foot of space between their bodies, her hand on his knee to balance her. A 'ding' broke them apart and she smiled.
"Dinner's ready," she said, jumping up.
He followed her into the kitchen, her little table set for two, a few the of the flowers he'd sent her in a little vase in the middle, and some candles burning next to them. He sat down at the table and waited. Patiently.
It was possible.
They ate an chatted about their days. He knew most of their days were spent together, but he liked this touch of normalcy to his life. Finishing work for the day, coming home and talking about it with someone. It was very normal, he'd seen his parents do it over and over, and hadn't been part of it himself with anyone other than Pepper.
So things were much the same, like Pepper wanted but he was feeling a little happier now. A little warmer. Also, there was kissing and he did like the kissing a whole lot.
"This is going to work you know," he said, with smile. Pepper swallowed her mouthful of chicken before speaking.
"What it?"
"This thing, between us," he said, gesturing between them. "Our relationship."
"Again, very sure of yourself for a man on his second date."
"Just feels right," he said. "Don't you feel it?" he asked.
"I feel something," she said. "Something good."
Beneath the small table he felt her bare feet slide against his, one foot slipping under his trouser leg to tickle at his calf with her toes. He smiled at her.
"Good."
"Can I ask you something Tony?"
"Anything," she said. "Okay, almost anything."
"Almost anything?"
"June '94, and November '99 are out of bounds."
"I've heard the rumours Tony, I don't want or need to know any more."
He blushed, dipping his head and she laughed, squeezing a leg between hers.
"What did you want to ask?" he said, with a cough, keen to get the conversation away form more embarrassing incidents.
"What brought about this desire to have a baby. An heir."
She rolled her eyes on the word heir and he grinned.
"Is it a new thing?" She continued. "Part of the post-Iron Man Tony Stark, or something you've considered before?"
"I've thought about it, once or twice. Seen kids about, thought about my own parents, but not much before Iron Man."
"Your immortality had made you re-asses."
"Exactly."
"Why now? Why not six months ago?"
He took a long drink of beer before he answered her.
"Things have calmed down," he said. "Not just for the company but between you and me. Things got back to normal so I decided to do something."
She nodded, listening thoughtfully to him, and he watched her face carefully for her reaction.
"What if I had said no?" she asked. "What if I didn't love you?"
"Then I'd die old and alone," he said, sitting back in his chair. "It's not about a family Pep. It's about having a family with you."
He felt like he'd had this conversation with her already, but understood if he had to do it again. And again, and again. However many times it took to convince Pepper that he loved her.
She smiled after a moment and he was warmed by it.
"Are you done?" she asked, pointing at his plate.
"Oh, yeah, thanks."
She untangled her legs from his and stood up to clear the table. He stood to help, together another little domestic moment that he relished.
He said goodbye after another beer and some making out on her sofa. He wasn't really in a rush, despite his body feeling a little desperate and the fact that Pepper's dress was basically a landing strip to her more interesting parts. When he told her so she slapped him, not hard, but it still had a touch of sting in it. She was smiling all the while, and the kiss following it more than made up for it, saying goodbye.
"I love you Tony," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow."