Fall to Pieces

I don't wanna fall to pieces

I just want to sit and talk to you

I don't want a conversation

I just want to cry in front of you

Because I'm in love with you

A/N: My first fanfic, so please leave feedback, both good and bad, all greatly received

Title and song: Avril Lavinge's Fall to Pieces

Dedicated to my g/f who introduced me to Iron Man, fanfics and most importantly Pepperony!

Set mid-first film...if only he'd returned to the balcony :P

Disc:...I don't own the characters...

Tony was sat at the foot of the bed, laptop out, replying to a memo from Obadiah about the increased construction of the Jericho missile when he heard the shower turn off. He was smiling to himself, mentally flashbacking the 'events' of last night when Pepper emerged wrapped in a purple towel, hair still damp, and began retracing her steps around the room gathering up her clothes from where they had been strewn the previous night. As she stooped to retrieve each item, Tony couldn't help but admire her body, and the confidence in her own body, whilst being fully aware of the effect she was having on him

Having replaced her underwear, and slung her backless dress over a nearby chair, Pepper found her attention drawn not to Tony, who was trying hard not to drool over his laptop, but to the mirror that occupied the wall. Tony had, after numerous one-nighters, had installed a shelf with a selection of makeup on it. Rhodes had lifted an eyebrow at that, but Tony had assured him in was 'for the comfort of my female companions, not for cross-dressing' and he had let it slide.

Pepper slauntered over, and having selected a few items, began applying them with an expert hand.

Tony, memo now well and truely forgotten, watched with interest.

"Tony?"

"Hmmm..."

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You mean other than the fact there's an attractive semi- naked woman standing in my room?"

Pepper snorted, nearly smudging her eyelids in the process

"Well" continued Tony "I don't often get a chance to watch women apply makeup, as I'm usually either at work or in the workshop when my female guests tend to leave..."

"And how are you finding the experience" asked Pepper, applying the finishing touches with a deft sweep of the brush.

Tony lumbered himself from the bed, and made his way across the room, drawing her into a tight embrace, muzzling her neck

"Strangely alluring actually" he whispered into her hair, before returning to kissing the nape of her neck.

Pepper, who had involuntarily stiffened at his touch, began to feel herself melt into his arms.

"Tony" whispered Pepper "this means more than a one-night stand to you doesn't it?"

Tony paused in his exploration of her neck, aware of the fragility in her voice, and finally began to release what his heart had been trying to tell him long before he was captured.

"Yes"

Pepper released the breath she hadn't realised she was holding, and drew his mouth to hers.

Somewhere downstairs, the phone rang.

They ignored it.

Jarvis got the hint.

A/N: I wasn't sure about adding the last few lines, but decided to go with it. Please review