Silk no Shirt

This ones an M and not in the M-ature kind of way but in the MMM that is quite lemony and so sexy that's just having me (almost) blush. And I'm (almost) 30 (*ahem!*) Anyway. This chapter is M.

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She'd started wearing silk pajamas one Thursday evening, at 6:47 during a rainfall. Oh he remembered, it was weir of her to change into anything comfortable during her work hours but afterwards she'd just grab a pair of oversized clothes and put them on, leaving uptight personal assistant (never secretary) behind to be the relaxed workaholic she was. Anyway, she was sitting on the living room, wearing her silk pajamas (that were probably a gift from him) and eating ice cream while answering e-mail. And if his memory didn't fail him it was a pecans ice cream.

Yeah, he could taste it. The ice cream not Pepper.

Reminding him he was hungry. So, taking a shower, thing he hadn't done in a while and Pepper had insisted he did before going upstairs, Tony Stark decided to raid the fridge and then catch up with some of his sleep. His brain needed the rest, although lately it seemed to run on it's own while the body just groaned and complained.

God forbid anyone blame it to age.

Tired, Tony rubbed his wet hair with a towel and walked upstairs, now wearing a comfortable set of pants nothing more. The tv was on, rambling one of those talk shows Pepper so much hated and that made him frown. Why would she watch that? And where was she? Hungry and figuring she'll have to come back for her laptop and vibrating super blackberry, Tony moved in silence to the kitchen. the towel he carried was thrown over one of the expensive couches knowing it would annoy her, and he opened the sliding door... There was she; wearing her cool silk pajamas, arms bare and pale against the dim light. Her neck long and slender in a perfect arch as she leaned to read the paper; hair gathered in a loose bun against her hair with sprinkles for freckles touching that perfect paleness of her neck. She was gorgeous. But what was this? A new set of pajamas? Her legs were also bare, but her butt was covered... OhMyDearGod she wore pajama shorts. Silk pajama shorts that didn't even cover half her thigh and Oh Sweet Lord. Oh Poor Potts! Didn't she yet know he was a pervert?

She hadn't notice he was there, one hand holding what he figured was today's newspaper (yesterday's actually, it was later than he expected) and her other hand carefully held the spoon that would dive into her mouth full of ice cream. Now he knew Pepper was aware of his holographic eerr, friend replica whatever, but to have him witness this particular side of her was pure torture. Wasn't she aware of his intentions towards her? the good ones, of course, the obvious ones were implied almost every day.

He wanted to lick her. And tony stark always got what he wanted. So he gave several quiet steps forward and set his hands on the counter to each of her sides, making her realize he was there. She jump, a gasp concealed at the back of her throat, and tried to turn.

"You know Mss. Potts, I believe this is the first time in our relationship in which we've been this naked." Pepper turned slightly to him, and saw his chest was bare, arc reactor glowing against her skin.

"Then let me rectify that." She said quickly, about to get up and escape but Tony stood firm behind her, in more ways than one, and wouldn't allow her to get up.

"I rather like it. Maybe we could amend the dress code. I could have this particular item mass produced in a wide variety of colors just for you."

"I don't think that would be a good idea, sir."

"Well then try and talk me out of it."

"The dress code is already a little off, sir if you amend it for this sort of..." A gasp left her at this point, because he leaned and licked that sweet spot right at the nape of her neck. But he didn't continue, instead he urged her to keep talking. "Attire most of the work would be ignored and your nerds at R&D would never be able to get any work done."

"My nerds, huh?" He leaned to breath her in, enjoy the little things such as her skin in it's flushed glory. "I heard rumors of a Playboy Magazine running amuck said workers, and for your information, they are not mine. they just work for me."

"Like slaves?"

Tony smiles here. "They try to outwit me, they get what they deserve."

"Mr. Stark?"

"Yes?"

"Would you please move so I can get my things and cover up?"

"No, I like you just the way you are." Another lick, but this time to the conjunction of her neck and shoulder, the very pathway of one of her nerves. Pepper dropped her spoon, and her eyes closed. She wasn't wearing any underwear, he could tell by the way her breaths pushed her chest up and down against the silk. He knew silk, and it fitted her quite well. He'll give her silk for now on, silk and diamonds. Or maybe just the diamonds; yeah, pepper in diamonds and nothing else.

"Tony?"

"Hmm?" he uttered, moving to give the other side of her neck the same treatment he was a fair man, reason why he got more than one chick laid, at the same time, more than once. Her gasp didn't go unnoticed.

"This is highly inappropriate."

"Says the one who decided to wear silk around my house. Didn't you know expensive things call to me?"

"I am far more expensive."

"Reason why you have my arc reactor, and my heart. What else could you ask for?"

"Corny." She said in a little gasp, what made Tony smile.

"Yes, it was." His ministrations didn't stop, they actually pressed further. "Well then, tell me why it's highly inappropriate."

"You coming onto me, you tell me." She said in little gasps and his hand moved from the counter to her arms, keeping her in her chair.

"No I rather have you speak."

His hands moved down her pale arms and Pepper swallowed hard. "I think that once this whole, ahem, Iron Man thing got into your head your ego had a boost the size of the empire *gasp* state building and you are taking things much too quickly." Tony, of course, ignored her, too busy marveling at the softness of her skin. Silk was rough against her skin. "And now here you are," His hands found the folds of her little pajama top, fingertips sliding inside to feel the even softer skin of her belly, to play with her bellybutton as she tried to hide a squirm. Tony took that as encouragement to continue and so his right hand slid, slowly under her top. Softness; utter perfect softness. That was the only way he could describe her. His palm, flat against her stomach, felt the belly tremble her breaths heavy and hot as he traced lazy patterns with his thumb; up and down, up and down... Goosebumps rose all over her, and another little gasp escaped her.

He wanted to assure her, someone produce any words that would work as soothing balm for her wrecked nerves. But he couldn't; his nerves were in a similar condition; so he continued. his right hand moved up, to cuddled the valley of her breaths with it's warmth, while his left hand invaded the space over her tummy. Licking his dry lips, Tony became bold, and moved his right hand over one of her breaths; Pepper didn't complain and if his brain wasn't lying she arched against his touch, seeking it. Emotions soaring, Tony didn't miss a beat and cradled her breast in the safest corner of his palm, testing it's weight. It was perfect.

His left hand, in the other side, moved down; invading the forbidden line of the silk and down, finding the well kept messy curls of her womanhood. A moan, not a gasp, escaped her. And it fueled him further. His fingers tugged softly at the curls, while his thumb and index finger found her hardened nipple, testing it's ability to provide pleasure. Another moan, mixed with a little gasp as he squeezed. He could come to love those sounds, and thinking about it he could get an entire array of names and classifications for them. HIs left hand's fingers flexed and found deeper grounds, while his right cupped and squeezed her breast. If anyone had told him this morning this would be happening Tony would have laughed in his/her face, call him crazy and given him a couple hundreds to get rid of him/her. Yet here he was, talking dress code about to give his assistant a lesson in sporadic foreplay.

Fingers flexed, and now making the hand crawl further down, Tony found the warmth of her center, sincerely wet and warm and even silkier. And pepper wasn't complaining. There was a God out there.

His finger found the bud of pleasure she kept hidden for so long, and flickering it he found it sensitive. So much she let out a loud cry of pleasure. He flicker it again, Tony leaned to nibble at her neck, hearing her moan and cries mixing. His hands moved relentlessly under her clothing, back arching as her head came to rest over his shoulder. He dipped into her wet well and found it tight, what could prove to be a challenge if they decided to move on; he'd been out of practice for a while and things could end much too fast. but it didn't matter, right now. He flicker her bud and he let out a loud moan; eyes closing tightly as her breast got changed and squeezed on as well.

His movement hurried, her skin flushed, and in a matter of second...

Pepper shattered with a loud cry, hips lifting from the chair as his movements never stopped. Her body became red, a little less than her hair, and her breathing erratic. Tony kissed her, taking advance of her arched position and slowed his movements--

Falling back to her warm seat, Pepper gasped and jumped slightly when Tony gave her breast one last squeeze before leaving the warm under her clothes. The hand between her legs was slower to leave, dipping one or twice before finally withdrawing.

"You—I've never...Oh my god."

Tony kissed her back and fixed the straps holding the silk over her shoulders.

"Well, now's official: You'll have to wear that for work."

"I'm sorry?" She gagged, once her world had returned to Earth and she could utter a word without stammering.

"At least when you are around here, how else would I be able to do that again?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark but..."

"It was Tony a while there, screaming it with quite abandon, and now we're back to Mr. Stark?"

Silence, Pepper was blushing madly. Tony smiled and stole her spoon for some ice cream. He was silently releasing her, leaning to one side of the counter so she could get up. "I'm hungry. And not just for you."

"I'll see what I can make." Pepper got up, a little wobbly (what made him smile) and reached for her robe...

"No." She turned to him questioning. "You're good that way." And he took the robe from her hands.

So that way they spent their evening; her in silk and him with a bare chest talking and moving around the kitchen, eating and laughing.

Tony couldn't wait to tuck her in.