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Author: Buzzlikebee19
Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Warning: Mentions of carnal relations
Rating:T
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man or Pepperony. Thusly, I am enduring six months of hell until IM3
Summary: . "I would have thought your name would be Dot, to match those beautiful freckles on your face."…"Yeah, well get too close to them without my permission and you'll be calling me Pepper."
A/N: It's not often I'm really proud of something, but I'm really proud of the start of this story. There will be more!
The music of the club was thumping inside his head as he twisted his way through the crush of bodies to make his way to the bar. Spying a place near the bartender, he effortlessly avoided two girls with varying degrees of too much make-up and arrived at his destination. He held up a ten dollar bill and the bartender made a bee-line for him. It was good to be Tony Stark sometimes.
"What kind of drunk do you want to be tonight?" The man asked without hesitation. Tony liked that, the guy was forward. But he wasn't planning on getting too drunk just yet. A shot would suffice.
"Just a brandy. I want to be able to pick up chicks while I remember how."
"I hear that. Here's your drink."
Tony spoke a word of thanks and knocked back his shot before he and the bartender went back to ignoring each other. He leaned with his back against the bar and started surveying the scene. The lights were low and the people were getting drunker by the second. So, a typical Saturday night out. He started feeling his shot and decided that it was time to go fishing. As he walked towards the ocean of the dance floor he faintly heard the bartender calling out a gin and tonic.
For a while it was fun, grinding, touching, and being touched back by the women that were enjoying themselves with the same prerogative as him: "get laid." It felt good to be wanted and to do some wanting in return, but after a while he started feeling tired. Right as he was getting off the floor, someone grabbed his hand and pulled him back in.
"Hey, I'm done for now, sorry," Tony wanted to say, but as he turned, the red-head that had accosted him made a slightly pleading face.
"Come on, just one dance? I saw you out there, and I think you might be just as good as me," she explained with a smirk.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Only if you want it to be," she shot back, proceeding to lead him the rest of the way to the dance floor.
She was good, he had to admit, and while they danced with each other he thought about what it might be like to dance with her in another fashion. There was no denying it, he was more turned on than he had been the entire night. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner, he thought to himself. He turned around and asked her name.
"Virginia, but my friends call me Gin, cuz it's my favorite drink."
"That's an old man drink. But I like that. I would have thought your name would be Dot, to match those beautiful freckles on your face."
"Yeah, well get too close to them without my permission and you'll be calling me Pepper."
"And why's that?"
"Because of this," She whispered teasingly in his ear, and slid her hand down in between them, bringing it back up to his chest with something small clutched in it. He looked down and saw a miniaturized can of pepper-spray, with the nozzle pointed straight at him. He instinctively jumped back.
"Christ! Oh, shit, you scared me," Tony managed as she started to laugh, and he found himself joining in on her mirth at his expense. "You're something else Pepper. Come on, let me buy you a drink."
The next morning, Tony woke up with a pounding in his head that wasn't unlike that of the club music the night before. His mouth was dry, and his whole body hurt. He scrubbed a hand across his face and began to take stock of his surroundings. He was in his own bed, and that was good. He was naked, which was usual for him, and that fact was unsurprising. The other side of the bed was empty, but there was a depression in the pillow. So he had a girl with him last night. He sat up and tried to remember her name. Patty? No, that was a fat girl name. Penelope? No, still not right.
He glanced towards the foot of the bed and saw the girl's shoes, jacket and purse, laying slightly open with what looked like a little can sticking out of it. Pepper! That was her name. Yes, Pepper. She was quite the vixen, dancing with him, then almost threatening him with pepper spray. They had gone back to the bar and had a few shots, before coming back to his place and getting to know each other intimately. The sex was great, and he got to find out that Pepper was a natural red-head.
He smiled at the memory of last night, then his smile got even bigger as the scent of coffee wafted into his nose. After making a brief bathroom stop, he pulled on a pair of shorts and walked out into the rest of the apartment.
He went to the kitchen so fast that he didn't notice that Pepper was at the dining room table until after he got his coffee. Mug in hand, he padded over to where she was and looked over her shoulder to see that she was writing on one of his work reports, of all things.
"Uh, Pepper? What are you doing?"
She looked over her shoulder for a moment before returning to her task and speaking. "I know I shouldn't pry, but you got this fax while I was making coffee. Sorry." She had said the words, but she didn't sound all that remorseful.
"But why are you writing on the financial reports?"
"These numbers are wrong. I don't know who you have doing your books, but they are seriously fucking up." She handed him the papers so he could see for himself. He was skeptical at first, but after looking at it clearly (and a couple sips of coffee), he noticed the error.
"Well I'll be damned. I should have checked this more thoroughly when they sent them the first time. You just saved me about nine-thousand dollars."
"I know," she said with a little smirk, turning to him.
Tony took in her smug look, reminiscing having her on top of him with that same look. He put down his coffee cup and leaned closer to her, playing with a strand of her hair.
"You know, my office has just now found an opening in our financial department. We have health insurance and everything. And that's only part of our employee benefit package," He intoned deeply, his eyebrows saying 'if you know what I mean,' so he didn't have to.
She gave him a calculating look and moved to lean against the table. It was glass, but it was also 4 inches thick, so he wasn't worried about it. "You're serious?" she questioned as she stroked her fingers across one of his thighs
"Yeah, I actually am." And through the haze of his arousal Tony was slightly surprised to find that he was. He swallowed and spoke again. "So what do you think? You can come in tomorrow and we can do this formally if that's what you need." Did he sound too desperate? He hoped not. Nobody wants to work with a guy that was too eager. Pepper only smiled and stood up to get a little closer to his height.
"How about we make a deal. If you can get me to climax in the next twenty minutes, I'll come in to your office."
His eyebrows shot up, but he quickly transformed that into a smirk to match Peppers. 'Don't let 'em see you sweat, Stark'. "It's a deal." He kissed her and backed her up towards the table. When her backside bumped into it she moaned a little, which gave him the opening to lift and separate her legs so that she was sitting on the table with him between her.
"Let's consider this," he paused and kissed her again, "part of the interview process."
