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Title: Sleep
Author: popupduck
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: None
Summary: Pepper talks in her sleep.
Notes: Heir part 13. 1198 words.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
viii. Imagine
ix. Names
x. Sure
xi. Mission
xii. Photo
Pepper talked in her sleep.
Tony was delighted to discover this a couple of years ago. She'd finally gotten comfortable in both his presence, and his mansion, to fall asleep there. It had taken her a long time to get to that point, and it had taken Tony that long to trust her and let her in, like that at least. Very few people had the opportunity to make themselves comfortable in his home, and Pepper was one of those, now at least.
Of course slowly, too damn slowly in Tony's opinion, the mansion was becoming Pepper's home and she slept there often. That first time though, she had slumped to one side, her blackberry still in her hand, murmuring quietly. He'd moved her, shifted her so she was lying down, struggling a little with the straps on her heels, the fastenings a little difficult and the shoes very sexy. When she was settled, she mumbled a thank you and he thought she was awake until she called him Alvin.
“I just need twenty minutes hun,” she'd told him, and he'd smiled at that, ignoring the fact she'd called him Alvin, or thought he was Alvin. Later she confessed to dreaming about the chipmunks, much to Tony's almost hysterical amusement.
“Take all the time you need Ms. Potts,” he'd told her, before covering her up with a blanket.
That had been one late night, three years ago, and now it was early in the morning, four am, and she'd stayed up to see him safe home from a mission. Had tried to stay up, he discovered her under a heap of blankets obviously placed on her by one of the bots, judging by the lack of finesse in their covering, on the workshop sofa.
“Pepper,” he said quietly, once the suit was away and he'd shooed both the bots away.
He almost didn't want to wake her, because she'd sleep through the morning, and needed the rest. She'd be angry though, with him, because her morning, their morning, would be screwed up. Because she couldn't check that he wasn't injured.
“Yeah?”
“I'm back.”
“Where are the llamas?” she asked him, her voice light and childlike and he chuckled quietly.
“Sorry Pep, no llamas today.”
Her brow wrinkled and he didn't think he'd ever seen anyone sleep-pout before.
“Daddy you promised,” she replied.
He smiled, she was dreaming of her father and he knew from experience how precious those dreams were. How sad you were when you woke. He liked talking to Pepper when she was asleep, it was funny, but he never interfered with dreams about her parents. Ex-boyfriends and chipmunks were fair game, he'd decided, but her parents, off-limits.
“Pepper, it's me Tony, wake up,” he shook her gently and she grumbled.
“Did you bring llamas Tony?”
“Sorry, no, wake-”
“Daddy was right, I am an idiot,” she muttered into the pillow, turning away from him.
“Why?” he asked. “Because of me?” he added, Pepper's subconscious panicking him a little.
“Yeah-sorta.”
“Why?”
He dropped down to his knees to lean in close so he couldn't miss her answer.
“Because of the left handed baby.”
“What?”
The problem with talking to Pepper in her sleep, he remembered, was, not all of what she said made sense. Actually, very little made sense, and he decided to wake her, shaking her harder this time. Her eyes popped open, wide and startled for a moment, before she smiled and hugged him close.
“Tony, are you okay? Any injuries?” she asked.
“Couple of bruises in places I'd rather not mention in front of the bots, but I'm okay.”
She kissed him, he'd missed it, they were still trying the 'no kiss goodbye' experiment. Which he was ready to give up on very soon.
“You were talking in your sleep again,” he told her.
“Oh no,” she groaned. “What did I say?” She was already blushing red.
“You were asking about llamas, said your dad was right, you are an idiot and something about a left handed baby.”
“Weird. I remember dreaming about llamas though,” she said. “That's what I get for falling to sleep to nature programmes.”
“You said you were an idiot because of me. Or that's why your dad thought you were an idiot,” he said, ignoring what she said.
He was still on his knees, arms wrapped around her and she mumbled his name and moved to sit up, pulling out of the awkward position. He moved to sit next to her and she smiled.
“Is it true? Would he think that?”
“Yes,” she said. “Though, not for reasons you might think.”
“What then?”
He was hungry, thirsty, tired and bruised but this was so muh more important all of a sudden, and neither of them were leaving the workshop until he had an answer.
“He was like you, in his ways. Did everything at his own speed, fast, slow, whatever. People either had to catch up or slow down, and if you didn't he had no time for you.”
Tony smiled at that, it sounded familiar.
“He didn't like to waste time either, I mean, my mother was two months pregnant when she walked down the aisle. Though they told my grandmother I was premature.”
He laughed at that and she leaned into him, yawning and relaxing. Either she had a cold coming, or was too tired to care, but Tony knew he smelt awful.
“Pepper, what's this got to do with you being an idiot.?”
“My dad would think I'm wasting time, these past few weeks, dating and getting used to the idea of a relationship. Especially as we've known each other for years. He'd think I was an idiot for not being pregnant already, or at least trying hard.”
“I'm all for trying hard,” he said, unable to keep a straight face.
“Tony.”
“Sorry. There's no rush.”
“Maybe he's right though. Maybe I am an idiot.”
“What are you saying?”
She thought about it and smiled at him.
“I'm saying you need to have a shower, a sandwich and some sleep,” she said, kissing him. “And we'll talk more later.”
“You staying over?”
“Of course.”
“You staying over with me.”
“Tony.”
“No more wasting time Pep.”
“You need sleep.”
“That's all I want, I promise, a bit of sleep. With you.”
She kissed him.
“Okay. It's nearly five anyway.”
“Come on Potts, you can have a lie in, I promise, only sleep. It's all I'm capable of.”
“No lie ins. And I know you Stark. If you wanted it badly enough you'd find the energy.”
“Of course I would. I'm sure there's something appropriate and chemical in the house still, that would do the job.”
“We might have to have a talk about that,” she said, pulling him to his feet once she was on hers.
“ November '99 Potts. Off-limits remember.”
Author: popupduck
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: None
Summary: Pepper talks in her sleep.
Notes: Heir part 13. 1198 words.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
viii. Imagine
ix. Names
x. Sure
xi. Mission
xii. Photo
Pepper talked in her sleep.
Tony was delighted to discover this a couple of years ago. She'd finally gotten comfortable in both his presence, and his mansion, to fall asleep there. It had taken her a long time to get to that point, and it had taken Tony that long to trust her and let her in, like that at least. Very few people had the opportunity to make themselves comfortable in his home, and Pepper was one of those, now at least.
Of course slowly, too damn slowly in Tony's opinion, the mansion was becoming Pepper's home and she slept there often. That first time though, she had slumped to one side, her blackberry still in her hand, murmuring quietly. He'd moved her, shifted her so she was lying down, struggling a little with the straps on her heels, the fastenings a little difficult and the shoes very sexy. When she was settled, she mumbled a thank you and he thought she was awake until she called him Alvin.
“I just need twenty minutes hun,” she'd told him, and he'd smiled at that, ignoring the fact she'd called him Alvin, or thought he was Alvin. Later she confessed to dreaming about the chipmunks, much to Tony's almost hysterical amusement.
“Take all the time you need Ms. Potts,” he'd told her, before covering her up with a blanket.
That had been one late night, three years ago, and now it was early in the morning, four am, and she'd stayed up to see him safe home from a mission. Had tried to stay up, he discovered her under a heap of blankets obviously placed on her by one of the bots, judging by the lack of finesse in their covering, on the workshop sofa.
“Pepper,” he said quietly, once the suit was away and he'd shooed both the bots away.
He almost didn't want to wake her, because she'd sleep through the morning, and needed the rest. She'd be angry though, with him, because her morning, their morning, would be screwed up. Because she couldn't check that he wasn't injured.
“Yeah?”
“I'm back.”
“Where are the llamas?” she asked him, her voice light and childlike and he chuckled quietly.
“Sorry Pep, no llamas today.”
Her brow wrinkled and he didn't think he'd ever seen anyone sleep-pout before.
“Daddy you promised,” she replied.
He smiled, she was dreaming of her father and he knew from experience how precious those dreams were. How sad you were when you woke. He liked talking to Pepper when she was asleep, it was funny, but he never interfered with dreams about her parents. Ex-boyfriends and chipmunks were fair game, he'd decided, but her parents, off-limits.
“Pepper, it's me Tony, wake up,” he shook her gently and she grumbled.
“Did you bring llamas Tony?”
“Sorry, no, wake-”
“Daddy was right, I am an idiot,” she muttered into the pillow, turning away from him.
“Why?” he asked. “Because of me?” he added, Pepper's subconscious panicking him a little.
“Yeah-sorta.”
“Why?”
He dropped down to his knees to lean in close so he couldn't miss her answer.
“Because of the left handed baby.”
“What?”
The problem with talking to Pepper in her sleep, he remembered, was, not all of what she said made sense. Actually, very little made sense, and he decided to wake her, shaking her harder this time. Her eyes popped open, wide and startled for a moment, before she smiled and hugged him close.
“Tony, are you okay? Any injuries?” she asked.
“Couple of bruises in places I'd rather not mention in front of the bots, but I'm okay.”
She kissed him, he'd missed it, they were still trying the 'no kiss goodbye' experiment. Which he was ready to give up on very soon.
“You were talking in your sleep again,” he told her.
“Oh no,” she groaned. “What did I say?” She was already blushing red.
“You were asking about llamas, said your dad was right, you are an idiot and something about a left handed baby.”
“Weird. I remember dreaming about llamas though,” she said. “That's what I get for falling to sleep to nature programmes.”
“You said you were an idiot because of me. Or that's why your dad thought you were an idiot,” he said, ignoring what she said.
He was still on his knees, arms wrapped around her and she mumbled his name and moved to sit up, pulling out of the awkward position. He moved to sit next to her and she smiled.
“Is it true? Would he think that?”
“Yes,” she said. “Though, not for reasons you might think.”
“What then?”
He was hungry, thirsty, tired and bruised but this was so muh more important all of a sudden, and neither of them were leaving the workshop until he had an answer.
“He was like you, in his ways. Did everything at his own speed, fast, slow, whatever. People either had to catch up or slow down, and if you didn't he had no time for you.”
Tony smiled at that, it sounded familiar.
“He didn't like to waste time either, I mean, my mother was two months pregnant when she walked down the aisle. Though they told my grandmother I was premature.”
He laughed at that and she leaned into him, yawning and relaxing. Either she had a cold coming, or was too tired to care, but Tony knew he smelt awful.
“Pepper, what's this got to do with you being an idiot.?”
“My dad would think I'm wasting time, these past few weeks, dating and getting used to the idea of a relationship. Especially as we've known each other for years. He'd think I was an idiot for not being pregnant already, or at least trying hard.”
“I'm all for trying hard,” he said, unable to keep a straight face.
“Tony.”
“Sorry. There's no rush.”
“Maybe he's right though. Maybe I am an idiot.”
“What are you saying?”
She thought about it and smiled at him.
“I'm saying you need to have a shower, a sandwich and some sleep,” she said, kissing him. “And we'll talk more later.”
“You staying over?”
“Of course.”
“You staying over with me.”
“Tony.”
“No more wasting time Pep.”
“You need sleep.”
“That's all I want, I promise, a bit of sleep. With you.”
She kissed him.
“Okay. It's nearly five anyway.”
“Come on Potts, you can have a lie in, I promise, only sleep. It's all I'm capable of.”
“No lie ins. And I know you Stark. If you wanted it badly enough you'd find the energy.”
“Of course I would. I'm sure there's something appropriate and chemical in the house still, that would do the job.”
“We might have to have a talk about that,” she said, pulling him to his feet once she was on hers.
“ November '99 Potts. Off-limits remember.”