DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. THEY ARE ALL TAKEN MERELY FOR PLAY FOR MINE AND THE (possible) ENJOYMENT OF OTHERS.
A BAR OF SOAP
Tony can't remember when he got so lucky.
His lips trail down the centre of Pepper's flat stomach and reach down to the beginning of her dark pencil skirt, and his eyes flicker up to her face as she lets out and breathy moan. Her hands reach down to tangle in his hair as he roughly pulls down her skirt, and then trails his fingers along the coarse red lace of her underwear.
He reaches up and his fingers tangle with the clasp of her bra, the other hand coming to rest in a pile that consists of Pepper's previously discarded shirt. Pepper moans again, mostly just to egg him on and to tell him to speed it up a notch because she's getting damn impatient.
Tony's not bedded so many different women for nothing though, and he swipes his tongue lazily along the hem of her underwear and teases the sensitive skin around it. Pepper tries to buck her hips up into his face, but he keeps her down with a firm hand.
"Nuh-uh..." He whispers, and it's the first word that anyone has spoken since they found themselves in this predicament in the first place. Pepper just gasps in response. He's proud to note that he's rendered his girlfriend completely and utterly speechless.
His fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, and he's about to pull them down swiftly when there's a strangled scream from the doorway. Pepper hardly notices, but she makes a point of looking up just in case.
What she finds when her eyes trail upward, are every damn one of the Avengers (sans her boyfriend, who's head is still between her sweaty thighs) are blinking at the couple from the door, all too shocked to move.
"Owowowowow; my eyes!" Clint is the first to speak, though he still doesn't avert his eyes from the scene. It seems that everyone is too shocked to move, and so the whole scene is just frozen in a tumultuous standstill for a couple of minutes. At least Tony's tongue isn't still tickling Pepper's skin, she supposes.
Tony, who is shirtless and bent over the kitchen counter, Pepper hoisted up on top, grabs the first thing he can find once he's regained control over his limbs. A spatula finds itself in his palm, and is hurled clumsily at the crowd huddled by the door. Steve is flushed a bright red, trying his best to stare at the spot above Tony's head, and it is for that reason that he's the unlucky one who doesn't manage to dodge the flying utensil.
Bruce ducks around the crowd and heads straight to the cupboard. His eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks aflame, but he tries to act natural. "This is still not bad enough to put me off coffee." He announces, and grabs a mug very fitting for the occasion. A large picture of Hawkeye on the front, bow in hand and the caption "I SEE YOU' is plastered on the white china.
Natasha is next to follow his lead, looking away in order to offer Pepper a sense of decency. The woman in question has already begun buttoning up her shirt, and Tony's trying (and failing) to redo his belt.
"What if we wanted to continue?" Tony mutters.
"I think not, Stark." Thor bellows hastily. "I do not wish to have to clean up the aftermath of your sex from our eating quarters."
"Kitchen," Clint mutters, but the thought of what Thor's just said has him wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Frankly, Natasha doesn't care so much about that as what Tony's going to do when he finds out that she was the one who suggested getting coffee in the first place. She's not planning on telling him anytime soon, but she reckons that Clint might.
Right after he cleans out his eyes with a bar of soap and gets himself some brain bleach.