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“Where do you think you’re going?” Tony asked lazily, as he popped out from underneath the sheets. Pepper smirked; she had just finished slipping on her heels. Her blazer was waiting for her in the living room, as was her purse. She was dressed in a grey blouse and a black skirt. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and curled at the end, giving her that irresistible and firm look Tony has always loved.
Tony wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her back, and into his bare chest. He pressed a light kiss against her neck and hummed in delight. She smirked and tried not to giggle, but his lips against her neck made it tough. She always loved feeling his lips against her skin, especially when it switched between the warm feeling of his lips to the rough, tickling feeling of his goatee.
“I’m going to work.”
“Don’t.” He breathed hotly against her ear, hugging her tighter to his chest. Pepper grinned and glanced at him, noticing his small smile and soft, wandering eyes.
“Don’t?” She repeated, questioningly.
“Yeah.” He muttered lowly, exhibiting a soft hum that made her shiver, before he pressed a kiss to the spot below her ear.
“Don’t run your company, and keep it alive while you’re off saving the world and building Iron Man suits with the money its making?” Pepper asked, turning around in his arms to face him.
Tony nodded casually and briefly pressed his lips against hers. “We can sell the company—or give it to that nice man across the street—“
“—You mean the homeless man that dares everyone to hit him with a quarter?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“We can use the money to buy a house in Venice.” He continues cutely, running his hands up and down her waist, massaging it gently. “We can settle down, have a couple kids, and maybe a few pets.”
Pepper laughed. “And what about Iron Man?” His kids comment didn’t faze her; she was used to them. After Tony got the shrapnel surgically removed, he’s been joking (or not… who knows?) about settling down somewhere nice.
“Oh, he’ll still be around.” He growled lowly, before kissing her neck and sucking lightly at a couple spots. “In more ways than one.” He pumped his eyebrows at her, suggesting much more.
Pepper pressed her hand against his chest, feeling the scars from his surgery against her fingers. “Down boy,” She warned him. She didn’t want him to ruin her neatly pressed outfit so soon into the morning. There have been countless times when she’s had to iron them twice, sometimes even more, because of his early morning kisses and wandering hands.
He smiled widely and leaned in to kiss her, but she moved away from his lips. He frowned and pouted in response.
“Honey, I have to get to work.” Pepper tried to tell him.
He didn’t care. “Work can wait. My name is on the building, after all.”
She leaned back and smiled. “You never stop, do you?”
“Nope.” He smiled. “It’s always exciting to see if you’ll stay an extra hour or two to spend the morning with me.” He leaned in to nuzzle her neck with his nose, and pressed a small kiss to her shoulder. “So…” He let his hand slowly drift down her thigh, suggesting and promising many things if she stayed with him.
“No.” She laughed, swatting at his hand. “I have a bunch of paperwork waiting for me in my office, and I promised to get it done today.”
Tony hummed in disappointment, but he always had ways of convincing her otherwise. “Why don’t you spend the morning with me and take the paperwork home?” He planted another kiss against her soft skin. “And then we can do the paperwork together.”
She smiled warmly at his notions, feeling his hands run along her arm and stop at his hand to tangle their fingers together. He held her hand tightly and kissed it. “I feel like paperwork is a metaphor for something.” She deadpanned. “Everything seems like a metaphor from you.”
He chuckled and replied softly, “I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
Pepper untangled their fingers and got up from the spot against his warm bare chest. “Which is why…” She began, pushing against his chest again when she felt his arms snake out to pull her back in. He smirked playfully and leaned away from her. “…I am going to work.”
“You’re no fun.” He pouted.
“Oh please. I’ve let you have fun countless times before. I just have a lot of work to do this time.”
He raised an eyebrow at her in curiosity. “So, if you didn’t have work…?”
“If I didn’t have work to do? Well…” She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips against his ear. He gasped sharply as his jaw dropped from the intimate gesture. She nibbled lightly on his earlobe before pulling away to observe the expression on his face, and what she saw was exactly what she was aiming for.
“Right.” He recovered with a nod, obviously flustered. “Well, I’ll be here. Waiting.”
Pepper began to walk away. “And please don’t greet me naked at the elevator, again.”
“What?” He smirked. “Why not? I thought you liked that.”
“I did.” She turned for a moment to smile slyly at him. “But, Bruce didn’t.”
Tony groaned at the remembrance. “It’s our private elevator. I don’t know why you let other people in there.” She laughed before walking away.