Iron Man: Heir Part 9 Tony/Pepper (R)
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escapingrealityTitle: Names
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anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Film.
Warnings: Suggestion of self-gratification.
Summary: Tony's been thinking.
Notes: 1175 words. Part Nine Of Heir. This doesn't really get us anywhere.
i.Heir
ii.Crazy
iii.Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
viii. Imagine
The next day Pepper wondered why she didn't feel the guilt Tony had. It was a similar situation. Not the first time she'd brought herself to orgasm thinking about Tony Stark, but now they were in a relationship, and he'd struggled so much with the guilt.
She on the other hand was up early for work, happy, energized and unable to keep the blush from her cheeks.
She supposed actually having orgasm helped, and knowing Tony had tried the same a couple of nights before.
"Good morning Ms. Potts," Jarvis said, as she stepped into the mansion. He sound as happy as she felt, but it was possible she was projecting.
"Good morning Jarvis," she replied, dropping the post onto a side table.
"You are very cheerful this morning Ms. Potts," the AI observed, "coffee is ready in the kitchen for you."
"Thank you Jarvis. Is Mr. Stark up?"
"He is in the workshop."
"How long has he been down there?"
"One hour and seventeen minutes," he told her, and she thought it over. It could be either good or bad.
"Is he in a good mood?"
"Mr. Stark also seems quite cheerful this morning."
Pepper laughed, and grinned all the way down the stairs to the workshop, two mugs of coffee in one hand.
"Tony?" she called out, when she was passed the door, and unable to see him. His head popped up from behind a work bench, smiling at her.
"Ms. Potts," he greeted.
"Mr. Stark."
"That for me?" he asked, looking at the mugs in her hand.
"Of course, Dummy prefers soda."
"Ha-ha. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit Ms. Potts."
"Is that why you use it so often Tony?" she asked, blushing. She couldn't quite believe she'd insulted her boss so easily, but it felt good to play with him like this. He laughed and stood up, moving around to kiss her on the cheek.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Great."
He smirked.
"What?" she said, when he kept staring at her.
"Nothing?"
"What?"
"Sleep well?" he asked, smug, smirking again, before wrapping an arm around her to pull her close to him.
"Maybe," she said, coy about it. She wrapped her arms around him, letting herself be held. She loved this, this change in their relationship. She'd be afraid, but the feeling of warmth, spreading right through from her heart, more than made up for it.
"You were thinking about me weren't you?" Tony accused, his tone playful.
The bright red tinge across her cheeks and down her chest gave her away, she knew as much, so she didn't deny it.
"Were you thinking about me?" she asked, kissing him on the lips.
"No one else I'd want to think about," he said.
"I take it you were more successful this time," she said, trying not to laugh.
"Maybe," she said, "not enough though."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused for a second. He went to laugh, but she saw him hold it back.
"I want you Pep," he said, with kiss that melted her spine a little bit.
"Oh," she said. She didn't think she could blush any brighter red.
So I was thinking," he said, taking a step away, to fetch his coffee, and Pepper frowned at him. The last time he had done any thinking he'd asked her to have his baby and they'd started a relationship. She didn't think she could take much more in so few days.
"About?" she asked, stretching the word out slowly, wary of the answer.
"About baby names."
"Tony," she groaned.
"I was thinking Eric was a good name."
"Eric?"
"Yeah, Eric."
"That's my dad's name."
"I know." He grinned. "Eric Howard Stark."
"How do you know my dads name?" she asked.
"Pepper," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You've been my PA for how many years now? I know everything about you."
"You do?"
She didn't want to sound as panicked as she did, and she wasn't even sure what the worry was about.
"Yep."
He seemed so sure as well, which usually meant he was right, and it was a little disconcerting to think that he did know everything. She was certain that she had a level of anonymity about her, even around Tony.
"You've told me things Pep, and I've paid attention."
"But you can't remember my birthday?"
"I remember two dates. My own birthday and the death of my parents."
"Sorry," she said, "and you don't always remember your birthday though."
"I do!" he protested.
"2003."
"Okay, that year I did think it was the week before, but I was drunk for an entire month celebrating, something or other."
"Halloween," she said.
"Oh yeah." he smiled at her. "But I know things about you, that's the issue here."
"Right."
"Your dad was Eric Potts your mom Suzanne, no siblings. You like cheesecake, you drink diet coke but don't notice if someone gives you regular coke. Your guilty pleasure is TheOC and One Tree Hill..."
"I knew I'd regret that wine."
He laughed.
"But at least I don't watch Wife Swap."
Hey!" he cried. "It's funny."
"If you say so."
"You like that programme, with the models."
"Project Runway? Or Next Top Model," she said. "Cause I know you watch them both too. For different reasons to me though."
"Hot models."
She rolled her eyes.
"Please tell me that's why you watch it."
"Pervert."
He laughed and kissed her.
"I love you too."
She blushed, the confession made her feel a little funny still.
"Look I observe everyone and everything to a certain degree. I like to know how people work, I can't help it. I tried to switch it off once, and, well, I celebrated Halloween for four weeks."
She laughed.
"I knew you were observant, I just didn't realise you were observing me too."
"Of course."
She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"So Eric?" he asked.
"Tony, we're not talking abut baby names!" she cried. "We haven't had sex yet!"
"Not for the lack of trying," he said.
She blushed, smile and kissed him.
"We'll get to it."
"I'm not pushing Pep, honest."
She nodded, she knew that.
"Let me cook for you tonight," she said. "We can talk more about baby names."
"Really?"
"No."
He laughed.
"My apartment, seven."
"I'll be there Pep."
"Do you have to call me Pep?" she asked frowning.
"Yep. It's my prerogative as your boyfriend."
"Really?"
"It's in the rule book."
"What rule book? The one in your head?" she asked, not even hesitating with the insult.
"The relationship rulebook."
"There is no suck thing!"
"There should be," he grumbled.
She kissed him.
"I'll see you later Mr. Stark," she said.
"Okay."
She finished the rest of her coffee, already thinking about picking up a second on the way into the office, she headed out of the door when she heard him call out to her again.
"I was thinking about Sophie for a girl."
"Not talking about it Tony!" she called back before climbing the stairs.
Author:
anxiousgeekFandom: Iron Man
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Film.
Warnings: Suggestion of self-gratification.
Summary: Tony's been thinking.
Notes: 1175 words. Part Nine Of Heir. This doesn't really get us anywhere.
i.Heir
ii.Crazy
iii.Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
viii. Imagine
The next day Pepper wondered why she didn't feel the guilt Tony had. It was a similar situation. Not the first time she'd brought herself to orgasm thinking about Tony Stark, but now they were in a relationship, and he'd struggled so much with the guilt.
She on the other hand was up early for work, happy, energized and unable to keep the blush from her cheeks.
She supposed actually having orgasm helped, and knowing Tony had tried the same a couple of nights before.
"Good morning Ms. Potts," Jarvis said, as she stepped into the mansion. He sound as happy as she felt, but it was possible she was projecting.
"Good morning Jarvis," she replied, dropping the post onto a side table.
"You are very cheerful this morning Ms. Potts," the AI observed, "coffee is ready in the kitchen for you."
"Thank you Jarvis. Is Mr. Stark up?"
"He is in the workshop."
"How long has he been down there?"
"One hour and seventeen minutes," he told her, and she thought it over. It could be either good or bad.
"Is he in a good mood?"
"Mr. Stark also seems quite cheerful this morning."
Pepper laughed, and grinned all the way down the stairs to the workshop, two mugs of coffee in one hand.
"Tony?" she called out, when she was passed the door, and unable to see him. His head popped up from behind a work bench, smiling at her.
"Ms. Potts," he greeted.
"Mr. Stark."
"That for me?" he asked, looking at the mugs in her hand.
"Of course, Dummy prefers soda."
"Ha-ha. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit Ms. Potts."
"Is that why you use it so often Tony?" she asked, blushing. She couldn't quite believe she'd insulted her boss so easily, but it felt good to play with him like this. He laughed and stood up, moving around to kiss her on the cheek.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Great."
He smirked.
"What?" she said, when he kept staring at her.
"Nothing?"
"What?"
"Sleep well?" he asked, smug, smirking again, before wrapping an arm around her to pull her close to him.
"Maybe," she said, coy about it. She wrapped her arms around him, letting herself be held. She loved this, this change in their relationship. She'd be afraid, but the feeling of warmth, spreading right through from her heart, more than made up for it.
"You were thinking about me weren't you?" Tony accused, his tone playful.
The bright red tinge across her cheeks and down her chest gave her away, she knew as much, so she didn't deny it.
"Were you thinking about me?" she asked, kissing him on the lips.
"No one else I'd want to think about," he said.
"I take it you were more successful this time," she said, trying not to laugh.
"Maybe," she said, "not enough though."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused for a second. He went to laugh, but she saw him hold it back.
"I want you Pep," he said, with kiss that melted her spine a little bit.
"Oh," she said. She didn't think she could blush any brighter red.
So I was thinking," he said, taking a step away, to fetch his coffee, and Pepper frowned at him. The last time he had done any thinking he'd asked her to have his baby and they'd started a relationship. She didn't think she could take much more in so few days.
"About?" she asked, stretching the word out slowly, wary of the answer.
"About baby names."
"Tony," she groaned.
"I was thinking Eric was a good name."
"Eric?"
"Yeah, Eric."
"That's my dad's name."
"I know." He grinned. "Eric Howard Stark."
"How do you know my dads name?" she asked.
"Pepper," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You've been my PA for how many years now? I know everything about you."
"You do?"
She didn't want to sound as panicked as she did, and she wasn't even sure what the worry was about.
"Yep."
He seemed so sure as well, which usually meant he was right, and it was a little disconcerting to think that he did know everything. She was certain that she had a level of anonymity about her, even around Tony.
"You've told me things Pep, and I've paid attention."
"But you can't remember my birthday?"
"I remember two dates. My own birthday and the death of my parents."
"Sorry," she said, "and you don't always remember your birthday though."
"I do!" he protested.
"2003."
"Okay, that year I did think it was the week before, but I was drunk for an entire month celebrating, something or other."
"Halloween," she said.
"Oh yeah." he smiled at her. "But I know things about you, that's the issue here."
"Right."
"Your dad was Eric Potts your mom Suzanne, no siblings. You like cheesecake, you drink diet coke but don't notice if someone gives you regular coke. Your guilty pleasure is TheOC and One Tree Hill..."
"I knew I'd regret that wine."
He laughed.
"But at least I don't watch Wife Swap."
Hey!" he cried. "It's funny."
"If you say so."
"You like that programme, with the models."
"Project Runway? Or Next Top Model," she said. "Cause I know you watch them both too. For different reasons to me though."
"Hot models."
She rolled her eyes.
"Please tell me that's why you watch it."
"Pervert."
He laughed and kissed her.
"I love you too."
She blushed, the confession made her feel a little funny still.
"Look I observe everyone and everything to a certain degree. I like to know how people work, I can't help it. I tried to switch it off once, and, well, I celebrated Halloween for four weeks."
She laughed.
"I knew you were observant, I just didn't realise you were observing me too."
"Of course."
She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"So Eric?" he asked.
"Tony, we're not talking abut baby names!" she cried. "We haven't had sex yet!"
"Not for the lack of trying," he said.
She blushed, smile and kissed him.
"We'll get to it."
"I'm not pushing Pep, honest."
She nodded, she knew that.
"Let me cook for you tonight," she said. "We can talk more about baby names."
"Really?"
"No."
He laughed.
"My apartment, seven."
"I'll be there Pep."
"Do you have to call me Pep?" she asked frowning.
"Yep. It's my prerogative as your boyfriend."
"Really?"
"It's in the rule book."
"What rule book? The one in your head?" she asked, not even hesitating with the insult.
"The relationship rulebook."
"There is no suck thing!"
"There should be," he grumbled.
She kissed him.
"I'll see you later Mr. Stark," she said.
"Okay."
She finished the rest of her coffee, already thinking about picking up a second on the way into the office, she headed out of the door when she heard him call out to her again.
"I was thinking about Sophie for a girl."
"Not talking about it Tony!" she called back before climbing the stairs.
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Date: 2009-10-18 04:47 pm (UTC)Are you planning on writing the next chapter soon? :D
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Date: 2009-10-19 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-19 03:45 am (UTC)I love you.
More, please.
<3
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Date: 2009-10-19 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-16 04:18 am (UTC)"Of course, Dummy prefers soda." *snerk*