A/N: I didn't think many would like this story and I'm completely happy that almost every single review went along the lines of 'please write more'. :) To be honest, I haven't written much fanfiction in a very long time. I watched Iron Man 2 the other night and I couldn't shake the thought of writing a fanfiction for Tony/Pepper pairing. After that scene of them kissing on that rooftop, I just needed to do them justice. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

A week had passed since they had found out about her pregnancy. Her reaction had somewhat been completely beyond his imagination. He didn't know exactly what she was going to think and he wasn't entirely sure if she would be happy or sad. He on the other hand had become completely over the moon at such a notation. He of all people never even dreamed or thought about having children. If he were truly honest with her, he would tell her that five years ago if she had said that she was going to carry his child now, he would have laughed at her and told her to drink a martini to lighten up.

But a lot had happened in the past year and he doesn't deny that he has changed in ways he would never have imagined. He went from being the world renowned play-boy to being in a completely committed and loving relationship. He was even astonished at himself for realizing the other day that he actually went an entire six months without sex. He remembered how he felt those nine months of slowly dying and having to juggle the responsibilities of being Iron Man at the same time.

There were times he felt tempted especially in Monaco and at his supposed 'last birthday party'. But there was something nagging at his mind back then and he just could not quite put his finger on what exactly. It was only when he stood with her on the roof that night did he finally realize.

He opened the door of her office and stepped in. The first glance of her sitting at her table working intently had completely erased the guilt feeling in his chest. His eyes fell slightly to her stomach and he smiled even wider as he made his way to her.

"What may I do for you, Mr Stark?" she asked indifferently but her tone was softer almost as if she were giddy with the love she had for him, her eyes still glued to the computer screen.

His brow lifted slightly as he made his way around the table, his hands loosening the tie at his neck and the top button of his shirt. He placed a hand at either side of her on the table and pressed a very gentle and soft kiss at her exposed neck. He caught a glimpse at the smile on her lips as he pulled back and glanced at what she was so intently concentrating on.

"Nothing really," he said softly as he watched her type away, "Just thought I'd walk my boss to the car, go home and get naked."

She snorted and shook her head slightly as she moved the cursor to click 'send'. The email swiftly scooted across her screen and into the icon that looked like earth. She turned slightly and pressed a kiss at his lips.

"And its Tony, if you don't mind," he mumbled as she pulled back.

"Since when did you become so casual in the office?" she asked curiously with a twinkle in her eyes as she looked briefly at his loosened tie.

"Oh...I don't know," he sighed and pressed a kiss at her neck again, "Since I found out you were pregnant."

"That has nothing to do with the office," she said with a laugh as she began to pack away her things for the day. Although the mere thought of the child in her womb seem to spew overwhelming warmth in her body. She didn't think she could feel quite so happy at that particular moment.

He stood back a little as she pulled herself to a stand. He smirked at her while she looked at him for a moment before reaching up to tighten his tie and button his shirt. She folded her hands at either side of his suit and pulled him down slightly for another kiss. He slid his hands up the side of her arms before cupping them at her cheeks.

"Mhmmm..." he hummed as he deepened the kiss.

"We should..." she breathed between kisses, "We shouldn't be..."

"Uh huhh..." he breathed with her.

"Miss Potts I've received another reminder for... oh, uh..."

His eyes sprang open and he peered over at the interruption at the door. She turned beside him, a hand still loosely holding the side of his suit. He unconsciously slipped his hand around her shoulder and held her close.

"I'm sorry," Natalie apologized looking quite uncomfortable, "I didn't know you were here Mr Stark."

"Really," his eyes sarcastically grew wide, "Rogue training and all that and you didn't see this coming?"

She waved him off with a roll of her eyes before handing Pepper the invitation.

"What is it for?" he asked as Pepper began to read the invitation.

"The Firefighter's Family Fund Benefit is hosting their annual cocktail casual party next week, I wanted to know if both of you were going to attend or not," Natalie answered simply.

He chuckled suddenly at the memory of that night. The kiss he didn't get that evening still danced along his ego as his eyes bore down on her. He gave her his casual smirk and that twinkle in his eyes before asking, "So what's it going to be, boss?" he asked her cheekily.

She scowled at him and handed Natalie back the invitation. "Stop calling me that or I'll resign again," she said as she swatted his hand away. She leaned to pick up her bag before turning to him again. "I'm not too sure, do you want to go?"

He turned back to Natalie and said, "We'll let you know first thing in the morning."

He looked sceptically at Natalie for a moment. She seemed to be mentally confused for a moment as she staggered between looking at him and Pepper. She turned to him finally and said softly, "Congratulations, by the way."

"What?"

"Oh, I told her this morning," Pepper added and handed him her brief case. "Carry this please, it's heavy."

He nodded and took hold of the bag before continuing, "But I thought we agreed."

"Yes, but I was between throwing up and trying to compose myself when I found her staring at me sceptically when I came out of the cubicle. I didn't even have time to say anything, she guessed," she told him simply before straightening her blouse and skirt. He noted that she did this very thing every day as if she wanted to assure the press that she was not another slut in tow but an actual professional woman who happens to be his girlfriend. He made a mental note to ask her about that later.

"Oh... Well in that case," he turned to Natalie, "keep it to yourself please and whatever you do don't breath a word to anybody, not even Fury. Pepper is on the high alert as it is with being my girlfriend and I don't really want to have to deal a psycho sending her death threats."

"I'm perfectly fine," Pepper scolded angrily. "I can take care of myself."

He rolled his eyes at Natalie and muttered, "You weren't very fine when you were standing in the middle of a battle zone that was seconds from exploding..."

"Yeah, yeah..." she rolled her eyes and began making her way to the door.

"I saved her, you know," he said to Natalie as he followed them out the door. "I swooped down and all, grabbed her, flew away as it all blew up and I didn't even get a thank you."

"You got a kiss," Pepper threw her gaze behind her and glared but smiled at him.

He smirked at how easily she outsmarted him and regarded her for a moment before saying, "Yes, that I got so, I suppose it was better than a thank you."

"Right, well I better get going, have a nice evening Mr Stark, Miss Potts," Natalie smiled at both of them before turning.

He watched as she walked away and shook his head slightly before turning to Pepper. She looked at him with a rather pointed gaze.

"She's...they're all nice to look at," he started carefully as the elevator lowered, "But I can't seem to shake the feeling of uneasiness when I look."

"Tony-"

He shook his head and took her hand in his and turned his eyes back to the door of the elevator.

"Do you know I went nine months without sex?" he muttered amusingly.

"What?" she asked, pulling at his suit till their eyes met.

The door of the elevator sounded a 'ding' before it opened. The blinking lights and spluttering of endless questions poured into their silence. He shook away the feeling of anger at the ruined moment. He was also trying to figure out how the papparazi had made it into his office building. Didn't he specifically instruct the guards to keep them out?

He glanced over the mass of paparazzi and saw the guards trying to push past them with their effortless shouts. He gloomed lightly and made another mental note to invent some mechanical guards. He drew in a deep breath before squeezing the hold on her hand and pushing past the paparazzi.

"Mr Stark, is it true that you are in a committed relationship with Pepper Potts?"

"Miss Potts, is it true that you've moved in with Mr Stark?"

"Mr Starks, do you have a mistress elsewhere?"

He stopped abruptly and regarded the reporter who said the question. "What did you say?" he asked angrily.

"Do you have a mistress elsewhere? Surely a man of your renowned play-boyish tendencies cannot commit to a single woman..." the reporter shoved the recorder at his mouth.

"Tony," he heard her saying his name softly and squeezing at his arm.

He thought for a moment which seemed almost like hours as he stared down at the reporter. He was ready to barrage his anger at the man before he felt the hand squeeze his arm again. He sighed and turned to glance at her. The flashing cameras suddenly felt so far from him.

She gave him a small smile and it instantly melted his insides. He took one look at the man again before shaking his head and pushing past the rest of the other reporters. He made sure to settle her safely in the car before instructing Happy to take them home at double the speed.

The silence regarded the car gradually as he toyed with her bag in his hands. He had almost lost his temper with that reporter. How dare they accuse him of such nonsense? He shook his head angrily at the sheer thought of it.

"If it wasn't for you I would have thrown his sorry ass across the room," he stated quite matter-of-factly.

"I know," she replied soothingly as she leaned against him, "You don't have to do that to prove your trust to me."

"I know Pep. I just hate it when people do that. They have no right to toy with your emotions like that and I suppose it is really my fault for having such a reputation," he muttered with a chuckle. "Hypocritical aren't I?"

She smiled and shook her head, "hypocritical... sometimes, but really, I'm fine. I can deal with it. I know how they are and it's not that I haven't been in the spotlight before."

"But you're engaged to the most well renowned play-boy," he murmured with a glint in his eye, "Surely that toys with your emotions?"

She rolled her eyes and muttered, "I bet that strokes your ego."

He chuckled and continued, "No but you flaring your nostrils like that does."

"You're incorrigible," she sighed with a hint of defeat in her tone. "I can't believe I fell in love with you."

"Ah yes, all due to my charming ways and good looks," he contended with a smirk, he was really enjoying this, "And not to mention money."

"Yep, I'm in love with you for your money," she replied with a roll of her eyes.

He smirked at her, letting the silence fall around them again. He really loved her and come high seas and high lands, he doesn't think he could ever love anything else. He sighed and leaned in to press a kiss at her temple. "I do love you, you know that," he stated simply.

She turned to look into his eyes, pausing a moment to stare into his soul before she nodded and mumbled, "I know, I know."

"And to be perfectly honest with you, Pep," he started and waited a second to capture her gaze, "I changed for you because you're all that I have. All that I've ever had. It took a near death experience to realize that."

"You're all I have too, Tony and please tell me next time you're dying, I cannot live like how I've lived the past week," she replied softly.

He sighed guiltily and pulled her close to press a kiss at her lips.

"We're here, Mr Stark, Miss Potts," Happy announced as he drove down into the garage.

He is beginning to think that he has completely graduated to hopeless romantic status. He feels entirely queasy but entirely right at the same time. He shakes the feeling and beams when she presses a kiss at his lips the instant the garage closes and Happy drives off.

"Slow down, Pepper," he chuckled between kisses as she pushed him towards the elevator.

She dropped her bag and began untying his tie. He was really beginning to accept being a hopeless romantic because right now all he could think about was her. All he could think about was how right this felt. He felt her pressing him up against the wall beside the elevator doors and he couldn't help but wonder just where exactly his quiet and polite personal assistant/fiancée/best friend had gone.

He wasn't complaining and he was certainly enjoying being pressed up against the wall by her. But his ego just didn't let him hold it any longer. He slipped his arms around her shoulders and around her back as he slowly turned her till her back hit the wall. He pressed against her, roughly but gently at the same time. He kissed a trail down her neck and to her slightly exposed shoulder.

He felt her unbuttoning his shirt as they stepped into the open elevator. He messily stretched behind him to press the top button. The 'ding' sounded and he slid his arms back around her again. She moaned his name a few times as he kissed her and unbuttoned her blouse at the same time.

"I love you," he breathed against her as he trailed his kisses from her shoulder back to her lips.

"Mhmmm... I love you too," she breathed against him as he pressed himself against her again.

He caught a glimpse of her eyes before he felt her pulling them out of the elevator. He felt them backing into their room as she slipped her hands into his suit before slipping his suit over and dropping it on the floor. He swiftly unzipped her skirt, feeling it slip between his fingers and onto the floor. He felt her stripping his shirt from him and running her hands over his bare chest. Her hands began to fumble at his belt before he felt them slipping from him, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers. He pressed them close again before making sure to keep her in front of him as they fell toward the bed.

She seemed to be taken aback at the action and stopped abruptly to look at him. "Why did you do that?" she asked between pants of breath.

"Do what?" he asked between slipping her blouse of her body.

"Normally you fall on top of me," she noted with a raised brow.

"Oh..." he smiled and pressed a kiss at her lips. "I didn't want to hurt the baby."

And then she stopped moving entirely and looked at him as if she had stumbled across some kind of discovery.

"You were thinking of the baby while we were..." she trailed off and couldn't help but fight the smile from her lips.

"Oh I know, I know," he rolled his eyes and rolled them so that he was on top. "Don't even say it."

She laughed and flung her arms around his neck to pull his lips back down on hers. She giggled through his kisses at the thought of him being so sensitive now.

He shook his head slightly before leaning over her again and pressing sensual kisses from her mouth to the area where her neck met her shoulder. He felt her hands sliding across his back, pulling him to her as she shifted a leg slightly to let him lay between her. He slid a hand down to her leg and pressed it against him as he pressed against her.

"Really... love you," he breathed again between running kisses across her chest.

"Mhmmm... I love you too," she replied between his kisses, "Mhmmm... Tony."

And the inevitable had to happen. Her Blackberry started ringing and buzzing.

She threw her head back against the pillow angrily and hurriedly pushed past him. She untangled her skirt and took the phone out.

Natalie Rushman, Stark Industries

"Yes," she answered abruptly as she made her way back to the bed.

He chuckled at the sudden thought of teasing her while she engrossed herself in a professional call. He sat up from his relaxed position and ran his hand from her shoulder to rest on her hip. Her back was to him and he took the opportunity to press himself up against her and press butterfly kisses down her neck.

"That sounds... it feels good, I mean..." she fought back moaning as he pressed a kiss at her shoulder. "Sounds good."

He decided to tease her further as he slid his hand that was resting on her hip to rest on her stomach. He felt butterflies filling his stomach as he realized that he was touching the place where their child lay sleeping. He was really becoming a softie. He ran his thumb side along her stomach and continued his kisses down her neck. He sucked a few times, making sure to keep the sounds low.

"Okay..." she was beginning to moan while talking on the phone he noticed with great amusement, "Friday... 10:30am, okay...board... board meeting."

He briefly heard the voice from the cell and managed to pick up some words, "Are you okay, Miss Potts?"

"I'm... just fine," she breathed between his kisses, "Friday 10:30am, board meeting."

"Alright... That's all, goodbye Miss Potts."

"Bye..." she spluttered and hung up before throwing the phone on the floor. He watched as she turned to him with a fiery gaze. "I can't believe you."

"You sounded really professional," he said between laughs. "especially the, 'it feels good' part."

"You're incorrigible," she sighed defeated as she pressed herself against him again.

"You've told me before," he murmured between kisses.

The silence fell between them again with sounds of moaning erupting from both of them. He pressed her back against the bed as he showered kisses on her neck and on her chest. He vaguely remembered slipping his boxers off and her underwear off. Their skin against each other was a volcano itself as they moved like a rhythm, like a do re mi on a low beat of chorus and thumping of heart beats between them. He moaned her name, something he had never done ever with any other woman. He felt her arch against him as he pushed against her.

He felt her tightening her walls as he closed his eyes and pressed countless kisses on her neck and shoulder. He felt her coming deep from within and he couldn't hold himself any longer. He poured himself into her as she followed after.

"I'm hopelessly in love with you," he sighed defeated, his lips pressed against her neck as he lay limp against her.

He didn't think life could get any better than this and he doesn't know why it took him 10 years to experience sex at its most intense form. How had he missed out on this? He concluded as he gazed up at her that making love was something entirely different from a quick one night stand. It was sweet, beautiful and intoxicating all at the same time.