I own nothing. Duh. Do you think I would be on here if I did?
This is very much an Iron Man 2 story. If you haven't seen the movie, turn back now. Seriously. You've been warned.
For now, this is a one-shot. There is nothing else written on my computer, on my iPod, or anywhere else, and I'm not promising any more. But feel free to beg anyway, I might just listen :).
On with the story!
"Miss Potts."
"Yes, Mr. Stark?"
"You can't resist me"
"Excuse me?" she replied, startled by the sudden statement from her boss turned employee.
"You heard me, Pepper," he continued, "if I tried, you couldn't resist me."
"Is that so, Tony?" Dropping formalities, she gave him a small smirk, "and what makes you think that?"
"Well, I have the whole package. Looks, intelligence, money…"
"Oh, and that sense of humour too," she interrupted with a roll of her eyes.
"Ha ha, funny… You still couldn't resist me," he gave her a smoldering look when she looked up at him from her paperwork. He stood from his chair and walked around her desk to stand beside her, "and you know it."
"I don't know yet… You may just have to prove it," she returned, turning her desk chair towards him, "because I can resist you."
"No," he leant forward to whisper in her ear, "no, you can't." Tony held the armrests of her chair to steady himself as he took her lips with his own, small nips at her bottom lip causing sweet sensations down Pepper's spine. He willed her to participate, continuing to lick and nip at her red lips, but she remained adamant.
Deciding on another tactic, Tony brushed his arousal against her hip, causing her to open her mouth in surprise, and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Massaging her tongue with his own, he slowly rubbed his manhood against her thigh, eliciting a moan from Pepper that was quickly smothered by his kiss.
Following another low moan, Pepper brought her hips completely to his, wrapping her legs behind his back and bringing his face back down for a kiss as he bent his head back in pleasure. Now actively participating, Pepper tightened her hold on him as he brought an arm behind her back and his other hand caressing her neck to lift her from the desk chair, quickly pushing her against the wall and causing them both to moan at the new position.
"Told you."
"Oh, just shut up, Tony!" She knew he loved to talk, even built a talking house for himself, but was it really necessary now? She bit his bottom lip until she tasted coppery blood, a long, low moan drawn from his throat.
It wasn't long until his hands started playing with the buttons on her blouse, a silent plea in his eyes for skin to skin contact. She helped him undo the remaining buttons and he pushed the blouse over her shoulders, pulling her off the wall so she could remove it completely.
Losing his balance slightly, they stumbled towards the door, eventually falling in a heap on a nearby couch. Giggling, Pepper ran her hands under Tony's shirt before deciding to remove it.
"No wife beater today, Tony?"
"Don't have any left. Triangles don't fit into circles…" he commented on his new arc reactor, "and I figured the less items of clothing the better," he leant down to capture her lips once more, causing both parties to moan as hot flesh hit hot flesh. "You know, I only bought this couch to match the desk. It isn't really that comfortable… Upstairs?"
She nodded and he pulled her from the lounge bridal style, eliciting another giggle from Pepper as he carried her to the master suite.
"So, home offices are a good thing?"
"Definitely, Pepper, definitely…"