Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man: Chapter Thirty
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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 ADULT CONTENT
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: I am SO sorry for the delay... I had two deaths in my family and didn't feel very inspired to write so much as a to-do list for the longest time. Right now, classes are taking a lot out of me and I'm afraid that the workload has left me sapped for inspiration where writing is concerned (But I am due to graduate in just two more quarters, so there's that!). That last one is a horrible excuse, but it's true. And watching new movies doesn't help (especially when I started getting other ideas). Buh. I feel like such an ass... And I'm afraid this latest chapter isn't up to par with the rest.
Chapter Thirty:
It took almost three hours of drinks and conversation for Pepper’s family to be fully satisfied at the thought of her maintaining an adult relationship with Tony. Though, cleverly, the topic was never breached. Caroline and Georgia had asked their questions in heavily veiled euphemisms and Stephen, bless his heart, tried to steer the conversation back to the arc reactor engine that Tony briefly spoke with him about.
Tony was incredibly grateful for Stephen Crane.
On their way out the door, Tony invited the married couple over for dinner next weekend. At the smile Pepper tried to hide, he assumed she approved.
The door closed and encased the house in silence.
Ominous silence. The kind that breathes.
Tony folded his hands together behind his back and clamped his teeth down on his lips.
“Tony-”
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” he burst out with and took three steps back.
Pepper looked at him strangely. “What are you talking about?”
“The photo.”
Pepper crossed her arms over her breasts and shook her head. “I’m not mad at you, Tony.”
He heaved a sigh and stepped back once more to lean against the wall. “Oh my God,” he groaned.
She walked up to him and cupped his cheeks in her hands. “You thought I would be mad at you?”
“Mm-hm,” he breathed nervously.
“I’m mad at a certain bleach-haired reporter, Tony.”
She felt the muscles of his jaw tighten and was surprised to see such strong anger in his eyes. The rest of his body tensed like a coiling spring and he breathed harshly through his nose.
“Tony?”
His intense eyes bored into hers and Pepper found herself stuck within his gaze. She couldn’t move. And when he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall she didn’t really want to move away. Especially not when he kissed her like that…
He backed her up against the wall and grabbed her left thigh-lifting it around his hip and running his hand beneath her skirt to rub his knuckles across the front of her panties. Pepper moaned into his mouth and drove one of her hands underneath the waistband of Tony’s jeans.
In a contrast to last night, Tony was the one going commando today.
“Thank God,” Pepper groaned and squeezed her hand. She wasn’t going to have to wrestle him out of a pair of boxers.
Tony laughed against her throat and pressed his hips between her thighs. The back of her head bumped uncomfortably into the wall, but that sensation was completely trumped by the feel of his fly pushing against her.
That had to be killing him.
While Tony pulled her blouse apart to suck on her collar bone, Pepper twisted her hand around and managed to undo his pants.
Pepper didn’t waste time stripping. Tony pulled her blouse open and made quick work of the clasp on the front of her bra. He was beginning to think she wore these for his benefit…
Tony ran his tongue between her revealed breasts and breathed her in. She still smelled like the Irish Spring soap from his shower and just Pepper. Her nails dug into his scalp and she shifted her hips against his-silently urging him to continue his earlier frenzy.
When just her fingernails weren’t doing what she wanted, Pepper tugged hard to pull his left ear right beside her lips and she blew hotly against his earlobe.
“Tony,” she whispered, “Just fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Tony gasped and pressed her harder against the wall.
Pepper laughed-throaty and promising. With a quick move of her thumb, she shifted her panties to one side and pulled Tony’s jeans halfway down his backside. “Come on,” she urged.
Tony ran his teeth along the elegant line of her jaw and nipped at the skin beneath her ear. “Come on and do what?”
“You just want to hear me talk dirty, don’t you.”
“Guilty.”
“Fuck me, Tony.”
He slanted his lips across her gasping mouth and roughly thrust into her body-shifting her up against the wall and causing her to bang her head again. It was uncomfortable and it hurt, but Pepper yanked the collar of Tony’s T-shirt away from his neck and she bit down hard on his neck. He stumbled slightly and hissed-one hand tightening to the point of bruising against her buttocks. They pushed against one another-taking instead of giving.
Tony grabbed Pepper’s ponytail and pulled her teeth away from the muscle of his neck-brutally smashing his lips against hers. She bit him again and pushed at the back of his knee with her heel as hard as she could.
They fell to the floor-Pepper’s knees crunched against the hardwood and the back of Tony’s head gave an alarming crack.
“Oh God,” Pepper gasped. He was in deep. So deep that she had to sit still for several minutes.
Tony released his death grip on her backside and moved his hands around to gently hold her hips beneath her skirt. He tried speaking, but nothing came out. He had to clear his throat twice before a weak, croaking noise managed to escape.
“Are you alright?”
Pepper heaved against him and gulped down as much air as she could. It made her feel even more light-headed than she already was, but damn…
Tony shifted gently beneath her-resting her weight against his thighs instead of the hard floor. She breathed a little easier. Her inner muscles clenched and released in irregular spasms and Tony held his breath and thought of the most mundane things imaginable. Paper work. The Schrödinger equation. The opening bars to Metallica’s “Enter the Sandman…”
He was so caught up in trying to think of something else that he failed to notice Pepper-relaxed and amorous-giving him that impatient look of hers.
“Tony?”
“…grain of sand. Of to never-never land,” he sang under his breath.
Pepper smacked his shoulder. “Tony!”
“Ow. Sorry…”
She dropped her forehead against his chest-the arc reactor squashed her forehead uncomfortably. Ignoring it, she gripped one of his hands and dug her nails into the meat of his palm. Her knees were still smarting, but the rest of her body felt liquid… Electric…
Pepper gave Tony a teasing grin and shifted her hips against his. He sucked in a shaky lungful as she moved around him-her teeth nipping at his shoulders, his neck, his jaw…
She reached his ear again and, just as breathless as he, she gave him reassurance in a tone of voice he often dreamed about.
“It’s okay, Tony. Let go.”
He groaned and clamped his hands on her waist as his hips involuntarily jerked one last time. Pepper whimpered and ground herself against him.
Spent, the redhead slouched against Tony’s body and listened to the insane speed his heart was beating at.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped. The words rumbled through his chest and buzzed against Pepper’s ear. It took her a moment before she realized he was still speaking about the photos.
She buried her nose against his shirt and breathed in the smell of him. “Will you stop saying that?”
“Can’t help it,” he reached a hand up to gently cradle the back of her head. “You’re all I’ve got and I’m scared that this sort of thing will…” he couldn’t finish. The look in Pepper’s eyes was finite.
Loving.
“Tony, we’ve been a couple for years now. The sex is just a new thing. Let them take their photos and gossip all they want… Just know that this means everything to me, too.”
She was right. As always.
Tony kissed her forehead and looked heavenward. “Thank you, Pepper…”
She smiled against his neck.
TBC
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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 ADULT CONTENT
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: I am SO sorry for the delay... I had two deaths in my family and didn't feel very inspired to write so much as a to-do list for the longest time. Right now, classes are taking a lot out of me and I'm afraid that the workload has left me sapped for inspiration where writing is concerned (But I am due to graduate in just two more quarters, so there's that!). That last one is a horrible excuse, but it's true. And watching new movies doesn't help (especially when I started getting other ideas). Buh. I feel like such an ass... And I'm afraid this latest chapter isn't up to par with the rest.
Chapter Thirty:
It took almost three hours of drinks and conversation for Pepper’s family to be fully satisfied at the thought of her maintaining an adult relationship with Tony. Though, cleverly, the topic was never breached. Caroline and Georgia had asked their questions in heavily veiled euphemisms and Stephen, bless his heart, tried to steer the conversation back to the arc reactor engine that Tony briefly spoke with him about.
Tony was incredibly grateful for Stephen Crane.
On their way out the door, Tony invited the married couple over for dinner next weekend. At the smile Pepper tried to hide, he assumed she approved.
The door closed and encased the house in silence.
Ominous silence. The kind that breathes.
Tony folded his hands together behind his back and clamped his teeth down on his lips.
“Tony-”
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” he burst out with and took three steps back.
Pepper looked at him strangely. “What are you talking about?”
“The photo.”
Pepper crossed her arms over her breasts and shook her head. “I’m not mad at you, Tony.”
He heaved a sigh and stepped back once more to lean against the wall. “Oh my God,” he groaned.
She walked up to him and cupped his cheeks in her hands. “You thought I would be mad at you?”
“Mm-hm,” he breathed nervously.
“I’m mad at a certain bleach-haired reporter, Tony.”
She felt the muscles of his jaw tighten and was surprised to see such strong anger in his eyes. The rest of his body tensed like a coiling spring and he breathed harshly through his nose.
“Tony?”
His intense eyes bored into hers and Pepper found herself stuck within his gaze. She couldn’t move. And when he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall she didn’t really want to move away. Especially not when he kissed her like that…
He backed her up against the wall and grabbed her left thigh-lifting it around his hip and running his hand beneath her skirt to rub his knuckles across the front of her panties. Pepper moaned into his mouth and drove one of her hands underneath the waistband of Tony’s jeans.
In a contrast to last night, Tony was the one going commando today.
“Thank God,” Pepper groaned and squeezed her hand. She wasn’t going to have to wrestle him out of a pair of boxers.
Tony laughed against her throat and pressed his hips between her thighs. The back of her head bumped uncomfortably into the wall, but that sensation was completely trumped by the feel of his fly pushing against her.
That had to be killing him.
While Tony pulled her blouse apart to suck on her collar bone, Pepper twisted her hand around and managed to undo his pants.
Pepper didn’t waste time stripping. Tony pulled her blouse open and made quick work of the clasp on the front of her bra. He was beginning to think she wore these for his benefit…
Tony ran his tongue between her revealed breasts and breathed her in. She still smelled like the Irish Spring soap from his shower and just Pepper. Her nails dug into his scalp and she shifted her hips against his-silently urging him to continue his earlier frenzy.
When just her fingernails weren’t doing what she wanted, Pepper tugged hard to pull his left ear right beside her lips and she blew hotly against his earlobe.
“Tony,” she whispered, “Just fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Tony gasped and pressed her harder against the wall.
Pepper laughed-throaty and promising. With a quick move of her thumb, she shifted her panties to one side and pulled Tony’s jeans halfway down his backside. “Come on,” she urged.
Tony ran his teeth along the elegant line of her jaw and nipped at the skin beneath her ear. “Come on and do what?”
“You just want to hear me talk dirty, don’t you.”
“Guilty.”
“Fuck me, Tony.”
He slanted his lips across her gasping mouth and roughly thrust into her body-shifting her up against the wall and causing her to bang her head again. It was uncomfortable and it hurt, but Pepper yanked the collar of Tony’s T-shirt away from his neck and she bit down hard on his neck. He stumbled slightly and hissed-one hand tightening to the point of bruising against her buttocks. They pushed against one another-taking instead of giving.
Tony grabbed Pepper’s ponytail and pulled her teeth away from the muscle of his neck-brutally smashing his lips against hers. She bit him again and pushed at the back of his knee with her heel as hard as she could.
They fell to the floor-Pepper’s knees crunched against the hardwood and the back of Tony’s head gave an alarming crack.
“Oh God,” Pepper gasped. He was in deep. So deep that she had to sit still for several minutes.
Tony released his death grip on her backside and moved his hands around to gently hold her hips beneath her skirt. He tried speaking, but nothing came out. He had to clear his throat twice before a weak, croaking noise managed to escape.
“Are you alright?”
Pepper heaved against him and gulped down as much air as she could. It made her feel even more light-headed than she already was, but damn…
Tony shifted gently beneath her-resting her weight against his thighs instead of the hard floor. She breathed a little easier. Her inner muscles clenched and released in irregular spasms and Tony held his breath and thought of the most mundane things imaginable. Paper work. The Schrödinger equation. The opening bars to Metallica’s “Enter the Sandman…”
He was so caught up in trying to think of something else that he failed to notice Pepper-relaxed and amorous-giving him that impatient look of hers.
“Tony?”
“…grain of sand. Of to never-never land,” he sang under his breath.
Pepper smacked his shoulder. “Tony!”
“Ow. Sorry…”
She dropped her forehead against his chest-the arc reactor squashed her forehead uncomfortably. Ignoring it, she gripped one of his hands and dug her nails into the meat of his palm. Her knees were still smarting, but the rest of her body felt liquid… Electric…
Pepper gave Tony a teasing grin and shifted her hips against his. He sucked in a shaky lungful as she moved around him-her teeth nipping at his shoulders, his neck, his jaw…
She reached his ear again and, just as breathless as he, she gave him reassurance in a tone of voice he often dreamed about.
“It’s okay, Tony. Let go.”
He groaned and clamped his hands on her waist as his hips involuntarily jerked one last time. Pepper whimpered and ground herself against him.
Spent, the redhead slouched against Tony’s body and listened to the insane speed his heart was beating at.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped. The words rumbled through his chest and buzzed against Pepper’s ear. It took her a moment before she realized he was still speaking about the photos.
She buried her nose against his shirt and breathed in the smell of him. “Will you stop saying that?”
“Can’t help it,” he reached a hand up to gently cradle the back of her head. “You’re all I’ve got and I’m scared that this sort of thing will…” he couldn’t finish. The look in Pepper’s eyes was finite.
Loving.
“Tony, we’ve been a couple for years now. The sex is just a new thing. Let them take their photos and gossip all they want… Just know that this means everything to me, too.”
She was right. As always.
Tony kissed her forehead and looked heavenward. “Thank you, Pepper…”
She smiled against his neck.
TBC
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