AN: I think a lot of girls sit and write fan fiction because they want a man to do it to them… I don't particularly blame them.

Disclaimer: I don't own things, just write things.

"Pepper… please." Tony pleaded, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Pepper sat on her stool in the kitchen, unmoving, unwavering. She sipped her coffee soundlessly and relished the warm cream as it grazed her throat. She looked up at him coolly with a gaze of blue.

"Tony. I'm not your date, I'm your girlfriend that doesn't want to go to a gala of any sort." She took another swig of coffee. Tony sighed.

"You are my date, okay? I want you to be my date. Pleeeeeeease be my date…You should be proud to be with me." He sat next to her, resting his elbows on the countertop and looking at her with sad, tired eyes. "Pepper, please. I need you." His hand squeezed her own. She sighed and smiled.

"You have such a way with words, Mister Stark… I suppose I'll be your date tonight." She looked up at him. His smile was beaming. "I will say, however," her voice was stern, "that if I am ditched on another rooftop, embarrassed or not danced with, I will never attend another gala event and as your assistant, I will do everything in my power to wash you down the tubes." His smile never escaped.

"Yes, Miss Potts, I know. No blondes, brunettes or redheads besides you, no loud, embarrassing comments to Rhodey, no more than three glasses of scotch, no flirting, etcetera, etcetera." He shook his head, "but I follow your rules… even when you aren't looking." She smiled proudly and lightly scratched the back of his neck.

"You're such a good boy," Pepper giggled. "Jarvis, what is the time?"

"The time is 5:03 P.M., Miss Potts. The gala will begin in two hours and fifty-seven minutes."

"Thank you, Jarvis!"

"You're quite welcome, Miss Potts." Tony looked up at her.

"Shower?" He offered, his eyes brimming with passion. She quirked an eyebrow at him, grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom. "I've never seen you so excited about something as simple as a shower… perhaps I should suggest this more often." Tony called behind her, matching her footsteps like a shadow. They passed through his room to the master bath, where Pepper promptly yanked him in and closed the door behind them.

"Pepper, I live here, you don't have to close the door while-" Her mouth crashed into his, ravaging him, sucking the air out of him and pressing him to the wall. Suddenly, she was gone. Her hands were working furiously at the buttons of his shirt, almost tearing them out of the heated fabric.

"No thinking, no talking, just…" She pulled the last button out of the hole and tore the shirt over his shoulders, "sex me." Her tone was that of a command. A smile graced his lips.

"You don't have to ask me twice…" A small gasp escaped her as he, almost savagely, tore her shirt over her head and pulled her head to his, her lips tingling with his saliva. Her hands were at his waistband, pulling and yanking his dress pant off him at a rate he would inquire about later. She grabbed at what was hers between his thighs and smiled against him as he growled into her mouth. Her skirt went missing shortly afterwards, and she thought she heard him mumble, "Shower," into her neck. As the two blindly stumbled to the shower, a snap sounded and a black bra fell at their feet. He started the water with a free hand as he ran the other between her legs. She can feel him smile against her at his new found, sopping, tender treasure. The room began to cloud with a steamy, breath-taking fog that seemed to strangle the both of them. Pepper broke away to lead him into the stall, looking at him half-seriously upon their entrance.

"We should actually shower…eventually." Tony nodded, but said nothing. He was instantly back to her neck, her lips and wet center, pushing her back against a cool tiled wall. A moan escaped her lips as he pushed his fingers into her, two and three at a time.

AN: I am so sorry, I will write more - there aren't many Tony/Pepper fics out there, and I'm trying to make that a trend… but it's late, I'm exhausted, I'm so sorry I'll get to more later. Please review, if you don't like it, I'll just write something else for you to enjoy.