So I've decided to just turn this into a collection of unrelated one shots. This will be the K - T rated fics. I'll add more to my other one shot Threshold for the M-rated ones when I get more written. It's just way easier than trying to post up multiple stories. Anyhoo, don't forget to drop a review at the end.

"Tony, have you seen my shoes?" Pepper's voice carried through the mansion as she stormed around like a hurricane. From his vantage point on the landing halfway up the staircase he watched her sensuous curves as she glided from one place to another.

The dress she was wearing left almost nothing to his imagination, and Tony leaned against the half wall next to him as she turned to the stairs. She huffed in annoyance at the sight of her shoes dangling playfully from his fingertips. Her annoyance increased ten-fold as she realized he was only half-dressed. His white dress shirt hung open over an undershirt and his tie dangled limply around his neck. She ignored the shiver that ran through her body at the sight of him and focused on her anger.

"Tony, we have to leave in five minutes!" She stomped up the stairs and reached for her shoes, but he pulled them up out of her grasp. A mischievous smirk spread across his face as his eyes slid down her body hungrily.

"You look delicious," he purred, leaning in to kiss her. They had settled into a romantic relationship almost effortlessly. When they'd announced it, Rhodey had laughed and said they'd practically been in one already, they just weren't having sex. And in Tony's opinion, the sex was fantastic.

She responded to his kiss automatically, letting her body fall against his lightly as her fingers played with the lapels of his dress shirt. It was her who deepened the kiss, and Tony moaned softly as his free arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against him more fully. Then, without warning, she pulled away and darted down the steps. Tony frowned at her smile, and at the red stilettos she'd managed to snatch from him.

"Vixen," he whispered as he followed after her, his eyes fixed on the creamy expanse of skin that was exposed by her up-do. She stopped to slip the shoes on her feet and he caught her, wrapping his stronger arms around her silky waist. She gasped at the contact and slapped his arms lightly in admonition. He released her, but not before planting a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.

"Tony, we have to get going. Our reservations are for seven and it's almost six-thirty." His eyes dropped to where she was fastening the shoes to her feet, marveling that she could even maneuver in those torture devices. She wiggled her toes to adjust her feet to a more comfortable position, and his mind was immediately assaulted with images of Pepper in a variety of other positions.

Pepper turned to scold him again, but his eyes were unfocused and darting back and forth. She knew from experience it was nearly impossible to pull him from his thoughts when his mind went into overdrive, so she set about gathering her handbag and going over some notes in her mind for tomorrow's meeting.

A few seconds later Tony snapped out of it and he walked calmly over to her. She gestured to his open shirt and untied tie, as if to give him one last warning before she took control and wrestled him into the rest of his suit. He lifted his hands to the tie then gave one end a swift yank. They both watched as it went flying across the foyer, and Tony smiled at Pepper's glare.

"Let's stay here," he said finally. Her glare shifted from annoyed to confused in record time.

"What?"

"Oh come on, Pepper, you know I hate fancy dinners anyway. Let's just stay here and order a pizza." She looked down at her attire, thinking about the long hours she'd spent getting ready for the first real dinner date they'd ever been on. They'd announced their relationship some weeks ago, and Tony had said it was about time for people to start seeing them in public, so she'd made reservations at a classy, but not extravagant, restaurant. Though it had been a lot of hassle, Pepper had been looking forward to this night for some time.

When she focused back on his face, his expression was a mixture of caution, pleading, and that carefree attitude she loved about him. She raised her fingers to the bridge of her nose, pinching lightly to relieve some of the pressure.

"Tony, why in God's name did you even suggest this in the first place if you didn't want to go?" She heard his footsteps coming closer, and his rough, warm hands took hers and pulled them away from her face. When she looked at him again, his eyes were warm and full of emotion.

"Because I know how important this is for you," he answered honestly. "But right now, Pep, I don't think I want to let anyone else see you in that dress." His eyes raked over her form once more, and he hummed in approval as she shifted and the material whispered over her skin like air.

"You are impossible sometimes," she growled at him. He laughed and moved his hands from hers to the small of her back. Unlike that sexy blue number she'd worn dancing, this dress covered her back just under her shoulder blades, and he fingered the soft material as she began to cave.

"Yeah, but that's what you love about me. I'm so unpredictable," he kissed her nose and she sighed heavily.

"Trust me Tony. Of all the things I love about you, that one isn't very high on the list." His eyebrows lifted in wonder at her words, and she could practically see the gears turning in his head. Flattening his hands against her back, he pulled her close to whisper in her ear.

"I'd love to hear that list, Pep." His lips moved softly on her ear as he spoke. She shook her head softly in protest, and he could feel the heat of her blush on his cheek. "Oh come on," he pulled back and looked at her with begging eyes. "Top ten, that's all I'm asking."

"You think there's ten?" she countered smartly, and he frowned pitifully at her jibe. Finally, she shook her head and sighed heavily. "If I tell you, will you go to dinner?" Tony frowned at her manipulation, cursing himself for teaching her the finer points of negotiation.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," he counter-offered. He wasn't CEO for no reason, after all. She was breaking; he could see it in her eyes. She had always been a curious creature, and Tony knew the admittance of a list of his own would intrigue her. He didn't have a list, per se, but he was genius; he could come up with one on the fly if she agreed.

"We swap lists and you don't get to fight me on anything for a month."

"A day."

"Two weeks," she scowled.

"One."

"Fine," she held out her hand and he took it firmly. He tugged once to pull her flush against him, capturing her lips with his own. When he finally pulled away she buttoned his shirt up, promptly ignoring the smoldering look he was giving her. She retrieved the tie from where it had landed and expertly hung it around his neck.

"You know, you're supposed to be undressing me, Pepper." She finished the Windsor knot and tapped his cheek lovingly.

"Maybe later, if you behave at dinner," she replied coyly, gliding around him to grab her handbag. He stood stunned for a moment as more images poured through his head, and by the time his brain caught up she was already walking down the stairs to the basement. He jogged to catch up to her, grinning evilly the entire way.

She hadn't said anything about behaving in the car.

So, I was thinking about posting another chapter with Pepper's list, then another with Tony's. Interested?