A/N: If you haven't seen Gwyneth Paltrow's performance of Do You Want to Touch Me in Glee's Sexy episode, I suggest you do before you read this. SHE WAS HOT.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Glee, the song Do You Want to Touch Me, or any of the characters in this story. What is written here is for entertainment purposes only. I do not make any profits from it.
The doorbell to the mansion rang a second time.
Tony groaned under his 1932 Ford. "Jarvis, I thought we had a 'Do not disturb' sign hanging out of the door?"
"You only sent the memo to Stark Industries and S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, sir. The delivery man waiting outside did not receive any message. Shall I let him in?"
"Like I have a choice," came the reply from under the car.
He slid out, and headed for the door.
"On the contrary, your choices range from a hundred and—"
He looked up to the ceiling, miffed. "You know what I mean, J!"
"Yes, what was I thinking? You're usually so specific," the AI retorted.
"Why is it that they always come when Pepper's not home?" he muttered, walking our of the basement.
Pepper loved receiving people at the door. He never understood why, though. Maybe it's because she was—what do they call it again? Socially active? He shuddered at the thought. Robots were more his speed.
He found the delivery man standing wide eyed in the middle of his living room, staring at the mini waterfall he had by the staircase.
"You got something for me?" he asked, making the man jump in surprise.
"Uh, yes, sir. For a Virginia Potts."
He eyed the man's nametag: Larry.
"Well, she's not here right now, Larry. So, I'll have to receive it for her."
Larry handed him a clipboard where he signed his name. Once that was done, Larry held out a thin square box to him.
He stared at it. "You could just put that down there. I don't like being handed stuff."
Larry nodded nervously, and placed the box on the table. Then Tony turned his back on him and Larry knew he was going to have to see himself out.
As the front door closed, Tony went over to the package, mildly curious about what was in it.
A piece of paper with a message was taped right on top of it. It read: 'We should do this again sometime. The kids enjoyed Sexy. -Will'
Will? Who the hell was Will? And he wanted to do what again? Sexy?
He quickly snatched it up and went straight back down to his workshop.
Once there, he opened it and a CD slid out.
"Sir, I don't think Miss Potts would like it if she found out—"
Tony rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for this.
"Jarvis, mute."
He knew that his AI was probably right, but there was this nagging feeling at the back of his head telling him he wasn't going to like what was inside the CD. And Tony always got rid of nagging feelings.
Only he was about to be proven wrong.
He slid the CD in the player, and watched as a video popped up in his screen.
Pepper was standing in the middle of what seemed to be a music room. She was wearing a black leather jacket. The black leather pants she had on was the tightest pair of pants Tony's ever seen her wear and he had no idea how she stood in those black high heeled boots.
But one question did enter his mind: How did she hide all this leather from him and why had she never worn it?
He focused back on the video as soon as he heard her say, "Rule number one: every intimate encounter that you're going to have in your life is going to start with a touch."
Tony sat up straighter in his seat.
Then, Pepper cried, "HIT IT!" and the band in the room began playing to Joan Jett and the Blackheart's Do You Want to Touch Me.
She started dragging a chair as she sang, "We've been hit too long, tryin' to get along,"
Tony's jaw dropped. He's never heard Pepper sing before and to hear her sing this song in leather—he gulped.
He continued to watch as she pointed at two teenaged girls who dragged two chairs as well and joined her.
Pepper threw her head back, running a hand up her neck. "My temperature is running high!" The three of them then proceeded to sit on the chair and lean back, flicking their hair sexily. But Tony just had eyes for his girlfriend.
He licked his lips, unconsciously, one of his eyebrows going up as he saw this new side of her. Yep, he was so turned on.
"Do you want to touch," Pepper grabbed her chest and began to zip the jacket open, revealing a black tank top. As she sang the chorus, she got down and slid a hand up her thigh. Tony's breath caught in his throat.
"Yeah!" he said softly, in tune with the music.
He saw Pepper sexily walk up to an older guy in the room.
Will, Tony thought. She opened her jacket wide as she passed him, flashing him a view of the chest Tony knew very well.
Will's mouth opened, his eyes following her every move.
Pepper went up to another guy sitting on a wheelchair, wheeling him to the center of the room. She got down on her knees, and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
The kid was enjoying this, Tony fumed. And he got even more jealous when he saw her walk up to Will again and flashed him another view of what she was hiding under the jacket. She spent a second longer dancing in front of the man than the last time.
Tony saw the grin on Pepper's face as she coerced two more girls to join in the fun. The smile his girlfriend wore was different from the smiles he saw her wear the years they were together.
"Touch me there! You know where!" she continued to whip her hair around and circled the room with the teenagers.
She was wild, Tony thought with a grin. Wild and enjoying herself.
And then it ended. He blinked, not having recovered enough from the viewing experience. He played the video one more time, this time singing along and enjoying Wild Hot Pepper even more.
"Oh yeaaah! Do ya? Do ya?" Pepper cried out, finishing the number.
"What are you doing?!"
Tony swiveled his chair around, seeing a very embarrassed yet flushed and angry Pepper standing right at the doorway of his workshop.
"Pep! Uh," he looked around. There was no getting out of this, it seemed.
She walked up to him and an image of her walking up and flashing her chest appeared in his head. He shook the image away.
"Where did you get that?" she asked, her voice less pissed.
"Uhhh," Tony glanced at the message right beside his keyboard. He knew that name all too well. Hell, he was jealous of the guy that held that name! She followed his gaze and read the short message.
"Will. Who is he, by the way?" he asked, turning the tables on her.
Pepper let out a huff. She was directly in front of him, Tony's knees almost touching her thighs. "Where did you get this? And who told you could touch my stuff?"
"You're ignoring the question. And honey, I thought what's yours is mine, what's mine is yours. You know, that unspoken lover rule." He placed both hands on her waist as he stood up from the chair. "You were pretty hot. Why didn't you tell me you could sing like that? No. The better question is why didn't you show me you could dance like that? I'm going to need a lap dance and strip tease pronto." He wiggled his eyebrows.
She glared at him. "You weren't supposed to know."
"Know what? That you were having wild times with William?" he asked, half-teasing. He really did want to know, though.
His girlfriend chuckled slightly. "What? No! This was... Wait. I know what this is. This is you being a green-eyed-billionaire."
"What? No. I don't wear green. Not my color."
Pepper laughed. "You read the note and being the curious twelve year-old that you are, you opened the package! And you're jealous because I danced a sexy number at a local high school."
"I am not jealous," Tony insisted.
"Oh, sweetie, it's okay. I actually find it adorable."
Tony's eyes widened. "Adorable? I was going for turned on."
"Ah! There, you just admitted it! You are jealous!" She gave him a grin, the grin she wore in the video.
Tony shook his head slowly, knowing he lost. He really did love that grin.
"You should smile like that more often." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down to sit on his lap. She gasped. "Now, would you care to explain why you had this sex tape filmed without my knowledge?" Tony asked against her ear.
"It's not a sex tape."
"Oh, please. I know what a sex tape looks like. This was a sex tape. Only with your clothes on. And with teenagers, Pepper! Oh my god! You could be sued for this!" He feigned a scandalized look.
"How would you know—"
"Don't change the subject."
Pepper rolled her eyes. "Two years ago, a friend asked me to perform in his Glee Club. His kids were absolutely clueless when it came to sex, and well, let's just say I owed him back in college."
"Soooo, you dress up in leather and dance for him? How is that—Babe, you don't even dance for me! I'm hurt! Your friend's sexual needs are more important than mine?"
"It's not like that!" She was about to slap his arm playfully but he caught it.
He raised an eyebrow. "How about you make it up to me?"
"I don't think I like where this is going."
"I'll forgive you for sneaking out and dancing with William, if... you tell me all your dirty secrets and you dance me that little number right now in our bedroom." His lips curved to form a suggestive grin and his eyes twinkled with excitement.
Pepper let out a breath but wrapped her arms around Tony's neck. She leaned closer, mouth against his ear, "Let me get my outfit ready."
Tony's jaw dropped for the umpteenth time. She winked and lifted his jaw back up to give him a kiss.
"You know where to touch me, after all."
A/N: Tell me yo feels!
Why did it take 2 years for Will to send the disk? idk. Because they filmed the ep 2 years ago, or whatever. And why would there be a vid for it? Because they record their performances to see whether they need to improve on their singing and dancing.