Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man: Chapter Twenty-Five
TITLE: Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man
AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: R, NC-17
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
Author's Note: I couldn't leave ya'll hanging... I hate cliffhangers as a reader, so here you go!
Chapter Twenty-Five:
Tony dropped his loot off in the car and told Happy to head on home-that they would be staying late and he should get some rest. Skillfully, he dodged Mike and Jerry and tugged Pepper toward the elevators.
“You are a genius.”
She grinned nervously as he slid his blazer around her bare shoulders. They leaned against each other-both so consumed by anticipation that the rest of the hotel seemed to fade into the background. The sensation of their fingers intertwined was enough to pull them out of reality and into the coming moment.
About three yards behind them (hidden behind a potted ficus), Christine Everhart pulled her phone out of her clutch purse and started taking pictures. The elevator light came on and she carefully maneuvered herself into a better position for a good shot.
The doors opened and Tony pulled Pepper to one side to allow an elderly couple off. Five seconds after Mr. and Mrs. Howell cleared the area, Tony grabbed Pepper around the waist, lifted her clean off the floor, and twirled to slam backwards into the side wall of the elevator.
Christine’s mouth gaped open involuntarily as the prim and proper Pepper Potts tugged off Tony Stark’s gold tie and fastened her lips on the skin that the restrictive clothing revealed.
Tony banged his head on the wall and let his eyes fall closed. He blindly flailed one hand out and hit a random button on the panel-somehow hitting the right one on his second try.
Just as the doors closed, Christine heard him murmur three words that knocked the wind right out of her.
“Love you, Pepper…”
Metal clicked against metal and Christine was left in the silence of the lobby with a dilemma on her hands-in her hands, actually. She tapped the phone against her acrylic fingernails and replaced it in her purse. First and foremost, Christine Everhart was a reporter. And this… This was damn good for sales. Her editor would pass out when she showed him the photos stored on her phone. Not to mention the guys she knew at The Chronicle...
A minute later on the wrong floor, the elevator doors opened to reveal the oblivious couple. Tony pried his eyes open long enough to look at the number on the wall and stumble forward a bit.
“This it?”
Pepper glanced over her shoulder and shook her head. The doors closed again on their laughter.
Tony gently stood Pepper on her own feet again and cupped her cheeks. “This is really spontaneous of you.”
Pepper shyly looked down at his shoes. “I feel like a teenager again…”
“You made out with guys on elevators in the Hilton when you were a teenager?”
“No!”
Tony laughed at her-Pepper scrunched her nose and smacked his arm. “Shut up.”
He calmed down and grabbed the hand she’d slapped him with to kiss her knuckles. He held her eyes even as the doors opened again-on the correct floor this time. “This it?” he asked again.
Pepper turned her head a bit to check the floor number and got a kiss on her jaw line for her trouble. Even as she stifled a laugh when his beard tickled the skin of her neck, Pepper grabbed Tony’s hand and dragged him behind her off the elevator.
“Here.”
Tony had the strangest urge to lift Pepper into his arms as they walked down the silent hallway and came to a stop in front of the suite at the furthest end. Pepper dug the card key out of the front of her dress (giving Tony another reason to laugh) and, with an over dramatic flair, unlocked the door.
“Seriously, I don’t think you realize just how spontaneous this is for you, Pepper.”
She hung the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob, locked the door with the slide bolt, and leaned against it to undo her shoes. “I do realize,” she admitted. “And I blame it entirely on you. You’re a bad influence.”
Tony kicked his own shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt. “How’s that?”
Pepper dropped Tony’s blazer from her shoulders and reached beneath her left arm to undo the hidden zipper. She said nothing in response to his question-instead sliding her dress down her hips to pool around her ankles.
Tony raised an eyebrow halfway through tugging his belt off. Despite the loose fabric of his slacks, they were suddenly far too tight to be comfortable.
This whole night he’d danced with her, drank with her… And she was completely nude beneath that dress… The belt came out of the loops of his pants with a whisper and he tilted his head at her. “I am a bad influence, aren’t I?”
She stepped closer and gave a quick nod-pursing her lips and narrowing her eyebrows at him. “Mm-hmm.”
Tony tilted his head to the left and dropped his shirt on the floor. “Funny how I’m not really regretting that.”
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Pepper grinned and paused directly in front of him-shoving her hands in the waistband of his slacks. She popped the button loose with her thumb. As she ran the edges of her fingernails down his inner thighs (pulling his pants down as she went), Tony lost higher brain function.
As payback, Tony pinched one of her nipples and bent to sooth the action with his tongue.
“Ho-boy…” Pepper squeaked.
Tony shuffled backwards, tripped over the falling legs of his slacks, and fell backwards onto the king-sized bed in the center of the room. Pepper landed on top of him with a laugh-despite being jarred in the stomach by his arc reactor.
He leaned his head back against the bedspread and put on his best “disapproved” face. “Hey, now, I didn’t laugh when you were sucking on my adam’s apple earlier,” he pointed at the hickey she’d made on his throat. Pepper clucked her tongue at him and bent backwards to yank his boxers off with his slacks. The arch of her back did all sorts of interesting things to her breasts.
So interesting, Tony had to run the tips of his fingers across her pale skin. Pepper grinned and slid further down his body to straddle the tops of his thighs and run her warm hands across the velvet smooth skin of his erection in retaliation. Tony groaned.
Pepper swallowed to try and ease the irrational butterflies in her stomach (after all, they’d done this once already-what was there to be nervous about?). “Fast or slow?”
Tony seemed to be having the same nervous hiccup in behavior, because he bit his lower lip and tried to breath through his nose. “Uh, I’m kinda… On the edge here. Have been all night…”
“Fast,” Pepper nodded and swiftly angled herself against him. She grabbed one of the hands he had resting on her shoulders and placed it between their bodies with the non-vocalized order for him to speed things up.
He paused before letting her move-taking that same hand and sucking on three of his fingers. With a wink and a light swat on her behind he resumed the position and lifted his knees to get her to sit with him directly inside of her. He roughly dragged his slicked fingers across her clit and tossed his head back against the mattress when she involuntarily clenched around him.
“Fast,” he reminded her between gasps.
Pepper dropped her forehead against his neck and sucked on the muscle between his jaw and his shoulder-carefully moving her body in a rhythm that was going to tire her out in less than a minute and if Tony didn’t do anything to-
He pinched her.
“Jesus CHRIST!” Pepper shouted and stopped moving as he did it again. His hot breath fanned across the back of her ear and the strange combination of sharp sensation followed by the usual pleasurable kneading pushed her over the edge just as every muscle on him tightened. Pepper continued to swear and slap uselessly at his shoulder as they both came down from that orgasmic high. Just before she could move into a more comfortable position, Tony removed his hand from between her thighs and sucked on those three fingers again.
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Lascivious is a good look for him, Pepper decided just before she rubbed her head against his shoulder and tangled both their legs and their hands together.
As the exhaustion that coursed through her, and her eyelids grew heavy enough that her lashes teased the bare skin of his arm, Pepper swore she heard Tony ask her something.
“So how was that dance?”
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AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: R, NC-17
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
Author's Note: I couldn't leave ya'll hanging... I hate cliffhangers as a reader, so here you go!
Chapter Twenty-Five:
Tony dropped his loot off in the car and told Happy to head on home-that they would be staying late and he should get some rest. Skillfully, he dodged Mike and Jerry and tugged Pepper toward the elevators.
“You are a genius.”
She grinned nervously as he slid his blazer around her bare shoulders. They leaned against each other-both so consumed by anticipation that the rest of the hotel seemed to fade into the background. The sensation of their fingers intertwined was enough to pull them out of reality and into the coming moment.
About three yards behind them (hidden behind a potted ficus), Christine Everhart pulled her phone out of her clutch purse and started taking pictures. The elevator light came on and she carefully maneuvered herself into a better position for a good shot.
The doors opened and Tony pulled Pepper to one side to allow an elderly couple off. Five seconds after Mr. and Mrs. Howell cleared the area, Tony grabbed Pepper around the waist, lifted her clean off the floor, and twirled to slam backwards into the side wall of the elevator.
Christine’s mouth gaped open involuntarily as the prim and proper Pepper Potts tugged off Tony Stark’s gold tie and fastened her lips on the skin that the restrictive clothing revealed.
Tony banged his head on the wall and let his eyes fall closed. He blindly flailed one hand out and hit a random button on the panel-somehow hitting the right one on his second try.
Just as the doors closed, Christine heard him murmur three words that knocked the wind right out of her.
“Love you, Pepper…”
Metal clicked against metal and Christine was left in the silence of the lobby with a dilemma on her hands-in her hands, actually. She tapped the phone against her acrylic fingernails and replaced it in her purse. First and foremost, Christine Everhart was a reporter. And this… This was damn good for sales. Her editor would pass out when she showed him the photos stored on her phone. Not to mention the guys she knew at The Chronicle...
A minute later on the wrong floor, the elevator doors opened to reveal the oblivious couple. Tony pried his eyes open long enough to look at the number on the wall and stumble forward a bit.
“This it?”
Pepper glanced over her shoulder and shook her head. The doors closed again on their laughter.
Tony gently stood Pepper on her own feet again and cupped her cheeks. “This is really spontaneous of you.”
Pepper shyly looked down at his shoes. “I feel like a teenager again…”
“You made out with guys on elevators in the Hilton when you were a teenager?”
“No!”
Tony laughed at her-Pepper scrunched her nose and smacked his arm. “Shut up.”
He calmed down and grabbed the hand she’d slapped him with to kiss her knuckles. He held her eyes even as the doors opened again-on the correct floor this time. “This it?” he asked again.
Pepper turned her head a bit to check the floor number and got a kiss on her jaw line for her trouble. Even as she stifled a laugh when his beard tickled the skin of her neck, Pepper grabbed Tony’s hand and dragged him behind her off the elevator.
“Here.”
Tony had the strangest urge to lift Pepper into his arms as they walked down the silent hallway and came to a stop in front of the suite at the furthest end. Pepper dug the card key out of the front of her dress (giving Tony another reason to laugh) and, with an over dramatic flair, unlocked the door.
“Seriously, I don’t think you realize just how spontaneous this is for you, Pepper.”
She hung the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob, locked the door with the slide bolt, and leaned against it to undo her shoes. “I do realize,” she admitted. “And I blame it entirely on you. You’re a bad influence.”
Tony kicked his own shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt. “How’s that?”
Pepper dropped Tony’s blazer from her shoulders and reached beneath her left arm to undo the hidden zipper. She said nothing in response to his question-instead sliding her dress down her hips to pool around her ankles.
Tony raised an eyebrow halfway through tugging his belt off. Despite the loose fabric of his slacks, they were suddenly far too tight to be comfortable.
This whole night he’d danced with her, drank with her… And she was completely nude beneath that dress… The belt came out of the loops of his pants with a whisper and he tilted his head at her. “I am a bad influence, aren’t I?”
She stepped closer and gave a quick nod-pursing her lips and narrowing her eyebrows at him. “Mm-hmm.”
Tony tilted his head to the left and dropped his shirt on the floor. “Funny how I’m not really regretting that.”
ADULT CONTENT UNTIL THE NEXT BREAK LINE:
---------------------------------------------
Pepper grinned and paused directly in front of him-shoving her hands in the waistband of his slacks. She popped the button loose with her thumb. As she ran the edges of her fingernails down his inner thighs (pulling his pants down as she went), Tony lost higher brain function.
As payback, Tony pinched one of her nipples and bent to sooth the action with his tongue.
“Ho-boy…” Pepper squeaked.
Tony shuffled backwards, tripped over the falling legs of his slacks, and fell backwards onto the king-sized bed in the center of the room. Pepper landed on top of him with a laugh-despite being jarred in the stomach by his arc reactor.
He leaned his head back against the bedspread and put on his best “disapproved” face. “Hey, now, I didn’t laugh when you were sucking on my adam’s apple earlier,” he pointed at the hickey she’d made on his throat. Pepper clucked her tongue at him and bent backwards to yank his boxers off with his slacks. The arch of her back did all sorts of interesting things to her breasts.
So interesting, Tony had to run the tips of his fingers across her pale skin. Pepper grinned and slid further down his body to straddle the tops of his thighs and run her warm hands across the velvet smooth skin of his erection in retaliation. Tony groaned.
Pepper swallowed to try and ease the irrational butterflies in her stomach (after all, they’d done this once already-what was there to be nervous about?). “Fast or slow?”
Tony seemed to be having the same nervous hiccup in behavior, because he bit his lower lip and tried to breath through his nose. “Uh, I’m kinda… On the edge here. Have been all night…”
“Fast,” Pepper nodded and swiftly angled herself against him. She grabbed one of the hands he had resting on her shoulders and placed it between their bodies with the non-vocalized order for him to speed things up.
He paused before letting her move-taking that same hand and sucking on three of his fingers. With a wink and a light swat on her behind he resumed the position and lifted his knees to get her to sit with him directly inside of her. He roughly dragged his slicked fingers across her clit and tossed his head back against the mattress when she involuntarily clenched around him.
“Fast,” he reminded her between gasps.
Pepper dropped her forehead against his neck and sucked on the muscle between his jaw and his shoulder-carefully moving her body in a rhythm that was going to tire her out in less than a minute and if Tony didn’t do anything to-
He pinched her.
“Jesus CHRIST!” Pepper shouted and stopped moving as he did it again. His hot breath fanned across the back of her ear and the strange combination of sharp sensation followed by the usual pleasurable kneading pushed her over the edge just as every muscle on him tightened. Pepper continued to swear and slap uselessly at his shoulder as they both came down from that orgasmic high. Just before she could move into a more comfortable position, Tony removed his hand from between her thighs and sucked on those three fingers again.
---------------------------------------------
Lascivious is a good look for him, Pepper decided just before she rubbed her head against his shoulder and tangled both their legs and their hands together.
As the exhaustion that coursed through her, and her eyelids grew heavy enough that her lashes teased the bare skin of his arm, Pepper swore she heard Tony ask her something.
“So how was that dance?”
TBC XP
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