A/N: I really am trying to get the fourth part of Fifth Time's the Charm written, but it is just not working. Instead, this popped into my head around 2:30 this morning. I had it finished by 2:45, and surprisingly, after laying awake for an hour thinking about it, I got to sleep by 3. It's a pretty lame example of my writing (and my brain), but hopefully you find it marginally amusing.

I dedicate this to my old roommate. I used to wake up to her having dreams like this all the time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Iron Man, or Tony, or Pepper. That would take a lot more creativity and smarts than I could even dream of having.

Tony stifled a yawn as he walked up the stairs leading to his living room. As usual, his work on the hot rod lasted far longer than it should have, and it was well past midnight.

As he rounded the staircase to continue up to his bedroom, he noticed a flash of color in his otherwise bland living room. Pepper had fallen asleep on the couch again. He really needed to talk with her about this. He lived in a mansion for god's sake. She could have her own bed.

He stood at the foot of the stairs and watched her sleep. She still wore her clothes from the workday, but she had lost her jacket and heels at some point, and her shirt had come untucked from the waistband of her skirt. Her laptop was open on the coffee table in front of her, but the screen saver playing across the screen suggested it hadn't been touched in awhile.

Tony's eyes caught the small expanse of skin that appeared between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt. He squelched thoughts of running his hands across that skin and instead closed her laptop and spread a blanket over her.

He walked back across the room toward the staircase, thinking about the talk they would be having in the morning about working too late and sleeping on his couch

"Tony…"

Tony started and turned around, expecting to find Pepper looking at him and opening her mouth to thank him profusely for the blanket. Instead, her eyes were closed, and she was laying in the same position he left her. But now she was moving…stretching…writhing?...underneath that blanket with a small smile on her face.

"Tony…"

She was having a dream about him? A wry smile crossed his face. He wondered how this dream stood up to the dreams he often had about her. His dreams usually ended with them clinging to each other, their bodies covered in sweat, and those killer heels on her feet and digging into his back.

He walked slowly toward her, stalking his prey and trying to figure out how he should handle this new information. There was no reason to keep the satisfaction solely in the dream world, after all. Pepper let out a small moan and moved underneath her blanket again.

"Antonio… please"

Tony smirked…they must be in Mexico. Pepper was in a string bikini, dark green or blue, he guessed. He was wearing nothing because, well, why would he be clothed in her dream? He wondered if she kept those shoes on in her dreams as well.

Tony knelt down in front of her face and reached out to smooth the hair off her face in hopes that it would wake her without startling her.

"Mr. Banderas. We have got to stop meeting like this."

Tony stood up quickly. Mr. Banderas? Antonio Banderas? He looked at Pepper in shock. She had Iron Man right in front of her, with her everyday, and she was having dreams about Antonio freaking Banderas?

Tony laughed and then walked to his room shaking his head. Tonight he would be dreaming about Jennifer Lopez instead…see how Pepper likes that.

Downstairs, Pepper smiled and rolled over, snuggling further beneath her blanket.