A Different Kind of Homework
“Phil? Uh, his first name is Agent.” Tony stands and follows Pepper over to greet Agent. His eyes rest on her ass for a moment until he stands next to her.
Couslen interrupted them. Tony will not cooperate.
“We need you to look this over. As soon as possible.”
Coulsen goes to hand him something and he looks at it, his champagne in his hand. “Uh, I don’t like to be handed things.”
“That’s fine, because I love to be handed things, so let’s trade.” She takes the black, rectangular box from Agent and then snatches Tony’s alcohol. She’s the only person that can hand him things. He takes the box from her. “Thank you.”
“Official consulting hours are between eight and five.. every other Thursday.” He says snarkily.
Coulsen looks at him indifferently. “This isn’t a consultation.”
“Is this about the Avengers?” Pepper asks before widening her eyes slightly as Phil turns his head to look at her. “Which I-I know nothing about.”
“Pft.” Tony starts toward his desk. “The Avengers Initiative was scraped, I thought. And I didn’t even qualify.”
“I didn’t know that, either.” Pepper quips.
“Yeah, apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others.” Tony presses a few buttons before setting the box down.
He hears Pepper, “That, I did know.”
“This isn’t about personality profiles any more-“ Coulsen looks rather ridiculous holding that champagne.
“Whatever. Miss Potts, you got a sec?” His eyes are plastered to the screen as he beckons her to his side. “You know, I thought we were having a moment.”
She looks at him seriously before replying. “I was having twelve percent of a moment.”
He looks at her with a blank expression as she begins again. “This seems serious. Phil seems pretty shaken.”
He looks down at the screen again. “How would you know if- why is he Phil?” He turns to her again, feeling slightly jealous.
She avoids the question. “What is all this?”
He glances at Agent and turns to the screen. “This is, uh-“ He spreads out the images. “This.”
He spaces out for a moment, staring at a large, green giant ripping a tank to shreds. Her voice brings him back. “I’m going to take the jet to D.C. tonight.”
“Tomorrow.” He retaliates.
Her eyes travel from screen to screen. “You have homework. You have a lot of homework.”
“Well, what if I didn’t.” He looks down at her.
“If you didn’t?” The corners of her lips turn up.
“You mean when you finished?” He nods and smiles. “Well, um, then..” She stands on her tip toes to whisper into his ear. “I would ride you all night long.”
His mouth drops and he looks at Coulsen who was staring at his feet. “Tomorrow.” He repeats. Coulsen backs into the elevator, giving Tony a hard stare before his gaze is cut by the closing doors.
Pepper looks toward the spot where he once stood and then at Tony. “Do your homework. I’m going to bed.” She presses her lips to his, her hand resting on the back of his neck as her fingers play with the curl of his hair.
He presses his palm to her back and brings her closer, mumbling, “No.”
He turns them around so her back is pressed to the sleek desk. She squeaks in surprise when he lifts her onto it and stands between her legs. “I’ll do it later.” He mutters against her smooth lips.
Tony’s hands travel along her thighs and under her shorts, caressing her skin. They’re the same height when she’s sitting on the desk like this. He likes it.
His fingers skillfully remove her shorts and toss them aside. Those were his favorite. But they look better on the floor. He hisses against her when her cool hands slip beneath his shirt and caress his abdomen, his muscles tensing.
He unbuttons Pepper’s shirt and slides it from her shoulders, leaving her in a tight fitting camisole. Tony pulls away to look her over. “Why don’t you just walk around like this?”
“Phil could walk in at any second.” She replies, smirking.
He frowns. “His name is Agent.”
His hands slide under her shirt and lift it over her head. “Or like this, even.” His lips move to her neck, tickling her with his goatee. She loves it.
Squirming and giggling quietly, Pepper pulls off Tony’s shirt and drops it next to their growing pile of clothes. She places a kiss on his arc reactor, causing him to smile against her neck.
He removes her bra and underwear swiftly, standing in only his pants. Tony pulls back to take her in. Her flaming hair falls over her shoulders in delicate strands, her lips are moist and inviting, her eyes are seductive. His gaze travels down her body. Her breasts fit perfectly in his strong hands. He knows from experience. And he’s done some calculations. Her tummy is flat and fit, and her legs are long and sexy. She is perfect. She is his.
Without noticing, he hears his pants fall to the floor and his belt buckle make a clink! A chuckle bubbles in his throat and he lets it escape. What a minx. His thoughts spill through.
She pushes down his boxers as well, and its her turn to admire him. His hair is messy, just the way she likes it, his eyes are a golden brown color that she’s only ever seen on him. His lips part perfectly, encouraging her to kiss him. The goatee he wears is trim and neat and tickles her, which she also loves. She runs her hands along his biceps. They’re strong and welcoming. His taut abdomen muscles rise and fall with each breath he takes and her eyes follow them wantonly. Their eyes meet and she knows they’re thinking the same thing: He has always belonged to her.
Their lips crash together passionately and he entraps her with his arms, his length positioned at her opening. He pulls her off the counter and sets her back against it, sliding into her with ease as he wraps her legs around his waist. It wasn’t difficult to turn her on. All he had to do was tickle her with his facial hair and she was all over him.
A quiet moan escapes her lips as she holds onto his shoulders to keep herself from slipping out of his grasp. She knew that would never happen, though.
Resting their foreheads together, he takes up a slow, easy pace. As they continued, he gradually sped up, kissing her every now and then.
They were making love. Neither of them had said it to the other, but they knew it.
“Pep..” He breathes against her, closing his eyes and moving one hand to grasp her breast. Perfect. He thinks.
Her fingers curl into his hair and tug at it firmly, causing his head to lift and look at her. She kisses him passionately- a kiss that she could only give to him when they were together like this.
His thrusts begin to roughen as he senses their climaxes nearing. His shaft inches deeper, prodding her sweet spot. A moan escapes her lips and he knows what to do. She’s close.
He moves his lips to the area just under her jaw and begins nipping at it. That’s her true sweet spot. Her hips jerk against him and he knows. He knows.
He thrusts into her rapidly, roughly, until he feels his release building. Her walls close around his member firmly, encasing him. His lips are still under her jaw when he lets himself erupt inside her. “Pepper..” He moans.
Their moans mix, and she breathes his name. “Tony.. Yes.. God, Tony..” She knows he loves it when she says his name. Especially in this setting.
He pulls himself from her and sets her on the cool tile. She can barely stand, so he pulls up his pants and buttons them before picking her up and taking her to the bedroom. “Now, I can do my homework.”
She laughs and kisses his neck, her arms wrapped around him. “You can do it tomorrow, when I leave.”
Tony looks down at her with a smile. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“You’re a genius. I’m sure you can figure it out.” She lifts her head and pecks his lips as he sets her on the soft bed with satin sheets.
He removes his pants again before climbing in next to her and collecting her in his arms. He wanted to tell her. He did. But he couldn’t find the words, so he just thought them, I love you, Pep.