Iron Man: Decorum 4/? (R) Pepper/Phil Coulson

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Title: Decorum 4/?
Fandom: Iron Man, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Pepper Potts/Phil Coulson
Spoilers: Iron Man
Warnings: Angry attempts at sex.
Summary: Fifth date is at a Stark party. Tony is an ass. Pepper get’s angry. Phil is perfect. Almost.
Notes: Finally going to finish this fic. Maybe got another couple of parts in it. 1432 words. Decorum Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Also has it’s own tag: Decorum.

The third and fourth dates were easy. Easier. Phil decided, taking Pepper to dinner and the movies was a much more relaxed affair for the them, and while she had still only given him chaste kisses on the lips (and he hadn’t pushed for more) they were good dates. He had fun, Pepper always beamed every time she saw him.

Stark only interrupted once.

The challenge – and he knew it would be one – would be their fifth date. Despite his ability to reign in his emotions and his physical reactions, his feelings for Pepper were growing intense and more importantly he was escorting Pepper to one of the many parties Stark threw. Parties that she organised with a level of organisation that was a little bit of a turn on for him.

He had to wonder what that meant about him.

He wasn’t intimidated by Stark. He just didn’t like it when he had to share Pepper’s time with him. The more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend with her. He knew there was a lot he still didn’t know about her, and every second he spent with her uncovered a little more of the woman. Plus, eventually, he hoped things would progress physically and he really hated to be interrupted in the middle of making love to a woman. It just wasn’t done and he suspected it was going to happen.

If things got that far. It was really Pepper’s call, he didn’t want to push, he just wanted more. More of whatever she was willing to give him.

He could wait. He was a patient man. He could always wait.

But the party couldn’t, and he slipped on the tux like it was any other suit and made sure his shoes were spotless. Not that most people would notice, he knew but Pepper would. Pepper took all of him in whenever they were together. He liked that about her, that she analysed him like that. It wasn’t quite polite, but it turned him on a little, and he while he was good at holding onto that feeling, holding back that feeling from Pepper, he couldn’t hold it back from himself.

Especially when Pepper opened her door to him in flowing white dress, with a slash cut out at the thigh. She smiled at him and he faltered at her doorstep, unable to get his feet to work.

Or his mouth.

She turned to lock her door, and bared her almost bare back, criss-crosses of white material over freckled skin and he sighed. She turned back smiling and he managed to speak.

“You look amazing Pepper.”

“Thank you, so do you.”

She kissed him on the cheek, lingering for a long moment.

“You’re nervous,” she said, as they climbed into his car. “Don’t be.”

“I’m not nervous,” he said.

“Phil, I can tell, “ she said, putting her hand over his on the gear stick before they could pull away, you’re so poised and put together usually,”she said, “and you still are, but I can see it.”

He chuckled, and lifted his hand up to his lips to kiss it gently, but didn’t say another word as he pulled away from Pepper’s little apartment building.

x

They danced. He wasn’t sure he could even dance any more, but he swept Pepper around the dance floor with more ease than he had expected. He wondered if that was more her than him, but he remembered his dance lessons well enough to not step on her toes once. She smiled, a million times, she smiled at him even as Stark glared at him.

Part of him wanted to kiss her there and then, hard and in front of everyone, in front of Stark, but instead he offered to get her another drink and they walked over to the bar together. Pepper slipped her hand into his and he forced a smile out, even as Stark headed over to them.

“Champagne?” he asked.

“Please.”

They separated at the bar as Stark beckoned her over and she went, though after a moments hesitation and an apologetic smile, and a little trepidation in her step. He ordered some champagne for them both, turning to watch the two of them talk out of ear shot while he waited.

He really should’ve let Barton or Romanov teach him to lip read but then, he didn’t want to intrude. So he watched, as Tony spoke down to her (not easy in those red heels he noted), glancing past her at him the entire time with a smirk on his face and the skin on Pepper’s neck reddened until she whirled around, face flushed and pissed and she was stalking towards Coulson. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the bar.

“Pepper,” he started, but she gripped his hand harder and he let her lead him through the ball room and into a hallway off to the side. It was long and empty, but she didn’t stop stomping down it until Phil stopped and pulled her to him. She tried pulling back, still pissed, and fell into his arms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, ignoring the fact that the length of her body was up against his now, and she was very, very warm.

“Tony!” she snapped.

She kissed him then, pushing him up against the wall of the quiet hallway, smacking his back against it. His brain shorted out for a second, and he kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her against him, even as she pushed harder. She bit his lip, a hard nip that jolted both his brain and his dick, and with a groan he pushed her away.

Pushed away a hot angry Pepper Potts.

She pushed back, trying to kiss him again, one hand finding his growing erection and squeezing a little too hard for his liking.

“Pepper,” he tried, “stop and talk to me.”

“Fuck me,” she told him, blushing bright red underneath the flush of anger. “I know you want to, you’ve been staring at my thigh all night.”

He didn’t think he’d been so obvious about it, but then, Pepper’s eye was almost as keen as his. If she ever wanted to change careers, he was sure he could train her to be an effective agent.

“No.”

“No?”

She went to kiss him again and he pushed her away, harder this time, grabbing her wrists and spinning them both around smoothly until Pepper’s bare back was against the wall. He pulled her hands above her head and held her there, taking a step back to that their bodies were separated.

“You don’t have to be a fucking gentleman all the time.”

He snapped.

“I’m not fucking you against some wall because you’re pissed at Stark.”

She struggled against his hold, but he was stronger than most men, and while he now knew Pepper was no weakling, she had no chance to escape his hold. His grip was hard around her wrists, but he knew he wouldn’t bruise her. Not yet. He didn’t want to hurt her. Just stop her.He took a deep breath.

“Let go,” she hissed.

“What did he say?”

“Who?”

“Stark.”

She pulled against his hold again, then settled again against the wall.

“He was disparaging, towards you, towards us,” she said, suddenly relaxing in his hold.

He let go and she fell forward again, wrapping her arms around him and holding him. Not tightly, just holding him. Resting her head on his shoulder she kept talking.

“And, I knew he would be, I knew it was coming, he thinks he owns me. My life and my time and it – oh god Phil I’m so sorry.”

She sobbed in his arms, and he held her close, letting her cry it out. She did so, weeping gently on the shoulder of his tux for a few short minutes until she looked up at him, eyes red but face pale once more. Still beautiful.

“It’s okay Pepper, I’m not angry.” He let go of her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and starting to lead her down the hallway, away from the party. “Let’s get you home,” he said.

“Exit’s back through the party,” she mumbled, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Back way,” he said, “I made sure I knew every exit before I got here.”

“Do you do that for all our dates?” Pepper asked, smiling.

“Of course.”

She laughed at that, and let him lead her out of the hotel and back to his car.