Thanks for reviewing! I really appreciate it. I decided to make this a series of one-shots, all centering around the theme of Tony and Pepper in the office (what kind of work they're up to, however, is unknown). Please review and leave me any story ideas—otherwise there just might be no chapter three ;) And yes, that was a blatant beg for reveiws. Give me a flame even, just as long as you give me some constructive crit ;) For some reason, I feel like I have really messed up the past and future tense here, so I really need opinions!

Distractions

Once again, they were ten minutes late for a meeting. A meeting canceled ten times. And once again, they—no, Tony, was procrastinating by distracting her.

Or, to be more accurate, he was standing behind her (close enough to feel his...ahem...pressing into her), arms wrapped around her waist, kissing his way up her neck, to her ear, where he would give a gentle lick...down her neck, up her neck, to her ear, lick, down her neck...Did she mention it was really distracting?

"Tony..."

"Mmm...Pepper." Just a little pause, but her neck is already protesting at the absence of his attentions.

No, no, she's supposed to be working. Working. They promised each other to remain professional at work, and Pepper wasn't one to break promises.

"Tony! I mean it!" She's relishing the time he doesn't talk...his mouth has other much more useful employments.

"So do I...believe me."

"You know exactly how I feel about this at work. We're supposed to be professionals, remember?"

"You know, you're right."

"Really? You're actually agreeing with me?"

"Of course; it's really done best against the wall." Yum.

"Tony!"

"Okay, okay."

"Seriously, I have work to do and meetings to go to, not to mention that your work as a superhero—oohh..." Sucking her ear.

"You were saying?"

"Tony, please-"

"Babe, I love it when you beg."

"Honestly, I'm trying to do my job but when your doing that to me, I can't get any work done."

"I think that's the point."

"Look, it's taken me ten minutes to clean up your desk and find that damn paper for the meeting."

"That's because I'm dirty."

"Ha-ha. It's because you keep distracting me from work!"

"I don't see the problem with that."

"Come on! We can't make out like teenagers and—oohh...Tony, please, you're going to give me a hickey."

"I can find a much more subtle place to give you a hickey if that's what you're going at."

"Tony, come on, what if someone walks in? I'd rather not display my bra to the whole world. Come on! Stop it!" She laughs, but she's desperately trying to button her blouse back up.

Of course, she's still fixing the top button when her secretary walks in. Just her luck.

"Miss...Potts?" Giggling. "Would you like me to come at a later time? When you're more..." More giggling. And trailing off. And gesturing hands.

"Yes," Tony smirked. "Yes, she would."

Perfect.

"No, no, it's fine." Of course, struggling to get that last damn button. "Really, it's fine. Tony—Mr. Stark—was just leaving. I'll be right with you." She swats his arms away and turns around, but he's standing so close to her, she ends up centimeters from his face. He puts his arms around her waist again, trapping her effectively between him and the desk.

His smirk grows larger, and Pepper can plainly see the hunger in his eyes. "Come on, send her off. We have much more...exciting things to do," he whispered, in a rather husky voice that makes her want to do just that.

No! She'd lobbied for this meeting over ten times, organized it to perfection ten times, and stressed ten times more than necessary over it; it was going to happen.

"Tony, I swear to God if I have to cancel that meeting one more time, I will cut your freaking balls off."

"Oh, feisty, I love it..."

She rolled her eyes and put on a serious expression. "Come on, Tony, I don't have time for this. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she added seductively, tracing his jaw line with the the tip of her fingernail. He caught her finger as she traced his mouth, and gently nibbled on it. "I promise," she emphasized, before pulling her finger out.

He narrowed his eyes and affected a pout (looking rather dashing, she must admit) but she rolled her eyes again and shoved against his chest to let her out of the trap of his arms—just a little bit, but hard enough to feel the edges of the arc reactor. He pouted again, but this time Pepper has had enough. She shoved a little harder this time, and Tony, being unprepared, fell to the ground. She saw it as if in slow motion: his eyes becoming wide, having nothing to grab to, then grabbing her arm instinctively...

Until they both land on the floor, Pepper on top. They look at each other...

...and begin laughing hysterically.

Pepper's secretary slowly backed out of Mr. Stark's office, smiling to herself. Looks like she's going to end up canceling that meeting after all.