As soon as I get Word back, I swear my stuff with start getting longer. My biggest problem at the moment though is that I have no CD drive :S. I also managed to break by backspace key because I have a short temper. Expect mistakes. I totally stole this idea from the fic 'Number one fan'. If the author reads this, drop me a message and I'll be sure to mention you in chapter 2.

Dont tell me you dont picture Tony writing smut.

And writing this, I didnt break my rule about smut because the beginning bit is actually from my CSI fic 'Valetine's Day' but I MAY be tempted to write new smut later on, as always, it depends on the response from you guys
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His mouth was once again on a trip, down her neck, across her collar bone, between her breasts while he worked off her bra, her nipples erect in anticipation. He more than happily took her right one in his mouth, nibbling softly while his fingers tweaked the other to attention. By the time he's swapped, she's riffing beneath him in pleasure, moans and incoherent words tumbling from her swollen lips.

Moments were blurred together as his hot, wet tongue lapped up her juices while she tried in vain to come down from her high, before grabbing handfuls of his hair and smothering his mouth with sloppy kisses, practically purring at their mixed flavors. A wandering hand slipped between them to grab his rock hard erection, pumping him a few times before placing the tip at the opening of her vaginal walls. Without hesitation, he filled her with his hot prick.

"New hobby?" Tony jumped a mile high, looking to the doorway where his personal assistant, one Virginia 'Pepper' Potts, stood with her arms folded over her chest.

"Excuse me?"

"Jarvis let slip that you were using a creative license."

"I'm always using my creative license."

"Not to write fiction." Oh he was so screwed, especially if she looked at what he had been writing. He, Anthony Edward Stark, had been writing unadultered smut. And though he hadnt used any names, he knew damn well who he had had in mind when he began.

Granted, he was a public playboy and had had his fair share or women but this was just plain ridicilous.

"Trying something new I guess."

"Can I see?" Tony closed his laptop before she could blink.

"Its...its stupid."

"Sure you dont want me to look it over?"

"No its cool. I have a beta."

"A what?"

"A beta. I send her my story, she spellchecks it and sends it back."

"O...kay. You have a meeting with the Arc designers at three, No it cannot be rescheduled. Dont show up and I'll activate protocall 4."

"I'm pretty much done down here anyway."

"Alright." She gave him a suspicious look but said nothing, turning on those unnecassarily high heels. He allowed his eyes to drift north before shifting his eyes back to his computer screen.

"I must be out of my mind."

"Oh course sir." Tony looked up at the ceiling

"That was retorical Jarvis."