The fact was that Tony still hadn't exactly figured out how to suit off completely on his own, and he had been needing a few moments of Pepper's help lately.
Pepper reached around him, using her fingers to pry into the seams of his chestplate, making it an awkward position; Tony was staring straight down her black silk, low-cut blouse. He grinned, and found himself oddly reluctant to look away. The suit made a clicking noise, as Pepper gave a frustrated groan and pulled away from him.
"This is the last time Tony," She warned as she flexed her hand. Tony just smirked at her.
"I thought the last time was the last time?" Pepper glared at him.
"I mean it Tony. Last. Time." She reached up to brush her hair out of her face, narrowing her eyes while doing so. "And stop looking down my shirt."
Tony looked into her eyes with the most innocent, puppy-dog expression he could muster, but Pepper just rolled her eyes. She reached around him again, grasping at the edges of the suit, and pulling. After a moment of what almost looked like struggling, the chestplate came off and Pepper reeled backwards on her heels. Tony reached out to steady her, but the chestplate which Pepper still held clunked him in the head. Tony went down.
On top of Pepper.
But things could have been worse. Tony's regular assumption was that anything ending with his face in cleavage wasn't too bad. Of course, it was Pepper, so he figured he should probably get up sooner rather than later. He lifted his head to see Pepper staring at him with an odd look of amusement on her face.
"Well.. At least you were out of the suit before you did that," she smiled at him and Tony gave one of his patented Stark smiles.
And then Tony kissed her.
It could almost make the list of his Top 10 stupid impulsive moments, but he didn't kiss Pepper Potts. Not because he didn't want to, but because she was kissing him back. And her hands were all over him, pulling away the high-tech, body-tight clothing he wore under the suit.
"Pepper," He gasped.
"Oh just shut up, Tony," she said fiercely, and for once, Tony obeyed. It wasn't like he was going to argue with her about it anyway.
Tony Stark was really an expert on three things: scotch, technology, and he'd like to think women. He had developed concepts to apply to each of the things in which he had a field of expertise: Take time to appreciate and notice the complexity of whatever was before him, get to know it, possibly taste it, depending on the situation, and then make it work how he wanted it.
It was only his luck that he forgot all of this when it came to Pepper. He couldn't get enough of her, and she seemed to be returning the favor. Her hands dragged, touched, felt and she somehow knew just what he wanted.
Then he was on his back, and Pepper was above him. The light shining on her hair, eyes dark and lustful; and Tony Stark realized he was completely at the mercy of her tactics. But he had set it up, wanted it this way. He swallowed as her lips came down on his, and held her as he breathed words neither of them would remember onto her skin.
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A/N: Hah. Kay, this can be set during the beginning of Iron Man, and that's all I have to say. Except reviews make me happy. Please? :)