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Pepper woke up with a loud yawn and a small sigh. She sleepily looked around the room for a t-shirt, but was greeted with her and Tony's clothes strewn throughout the room, no doubt a result of their discussion about his proposal. She wrapped half of a bed sheet around her body and began to move about. She swung her legs off the bed and was about to stand up to go to the bathroom, but a strong arm wrapped around her middle and pulled her back onto the bed.
A muffled, "No" immediately followed after.
Pepper squealed as her back hit something hard.
"That better be your hip, Tony." She warned him with a grin.
He returned the smile and sleepily looked up at her. "Don't worry," he pulled her down to lay beside him. "It is." He dug his nose into her shoulder and happily hummed. "We definitely need to do that more often."
"Rip each other's clothes off and make a mess?"
"That and much more." He kissed her neck, taking in her wonderful sweet scent.
"Mm," Pepper hummed in delight. "Stop", she murmured.
"Make me." He kissed her neck again.
"Tony, I have to go to work." She sighed. His light kisses and gestures of affection along her stomach didn't help at all.
She heard him whimpering softly as he continued to kiss her shoulder. "But, you just got home from your incredibly long business trip."
She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. "A week isn't that long."
"It is to me, especially when it involves your notable absence." He told her sweetly. His grip around her middle tightened.
"Well someone has to be in the office today." She snuggled her back against his chest, making him sigh in content.
"And that someone is definitely not going to be you." He told her.
"So, I take it you'll be there?" She nudged him.
Tony began to laugh. "You're funny."
She rolled her eyes. "One of us has to be there, Tony."
"As the CEO of Stark Industries, I forbid you to go into the office today, and the day after—just take a week long vocation with me, and we'll work out the details." He hummed lovingly, planting a light kiss on her neck.
She squealed softly. "Tony, we're both co-CEO. You don't really have any power over what I do."
"Last night said differently." He responded sexily; his seductive words hummed against the back of her ear.
"That's inappropriate."
"And so was last night." He pulled her further against his chest.
Pepper laid there with him for a minute, or two, before she felt the urge to get up and go to the bathroom. "Okay," She said, sitting up, trying to escape from his grasp. "I need to get up and get ready."
"No…" Tony hummed, letting his arm fall on her lap as she sat up. His hand played with the fabric around her body. "…Pepper…" He pouted.
She turned her head to look down at him, and noticed his big wide chocolate brown eyes and his signature frown that seemed to work like a charm when he wanted something. She smiled fondly; she missed this side of him, especially during her week in Los Angeles. She took her hand in his and brought it up to her face. His hand cupped her face affectionately, and eventually, he pulled himself up.
Pepper's smile grew wider as he leaned in. His lips softly worked with hers, remembering her of their night of passion and how much she missed his affection. Sometimes he's an absolutely pain in her butt, but other times, he's a romantic.
She immediately laid her head against his chest once they pulled apart. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his naked body.
"Why can't you just stay home today?" He asked curiously and calmly.
"Because," She paused to look up at him. "This is exactly what we'd be doing all day long."
He laughed at how true her words were. "And the downside to that?"
She smirked and kissed the spot underneath his chin. She released herself from his hold and walked towards the bathroom, allowing the bed sheet around her body to fall slowly from her body.
Her naked body stopped at the doorway of their master bathroom. Her head turned every so slightly to further observe his exposed form. "Care to join me, Mr. Stark?" She asked him seductively.
He practically scrambled off the bed, in a hurry to join her.
It was twelve long hours he had to survive without her presence, yet again. He tinkered with his suits for a few hours, worked on one of his sports cars for another couple hours, and practically died of boredom for the remaining time.
When he heard the elevator ding, along with the click on her heels, his ears perked up like a puppy hearing his master come home.
"Pepper?" He asked curiously.
"Yes?" She responded from the elevator.
"You're home late." He said, walking towards her.
"It's almost 8PM, Tony. It's when I always get off work." She rolled her eyes at him. "But then again, you wouldn't really know considering your notable absence in your office."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Touché, Potts." He pressed his lips together, hoping that she wasn't in a bad mood. "So, how was work?"
"The same." She responded rather quickly before walking towards their bedroom to grab a change of clothes.
"I don't see why you even bother to go to work—I mean, New York is pretty crazy when it comes to traffic." He trailed behind her. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
His rambling wasn't that normal, nor was it abnormal, which usually meant he wanted something.
"Okay, Stark, what do you want?" She turned around abruptly to face him. Her tiny smile challenged him, which, he thought, was the hottest thing about their relationship.
"Nothing." He muttered. "Okay, that's a lie." He pressed his lips together. "Remember that proposal last night?"
"The one I said 'no' to?" She reminded him of her answer.
"Um… yeah—"
"Yeah, no. Not happening." She continued to walk towards their closet.
"Aw, c'mon." He whined. "I'll do anything; you name it—except go to work, because sometimes, I have limits, and then there's also New York traffic…"
"Honestly, Tony, why are you insisting on it?" She asked, turning around once more.
He shrugged and began to mumble, "Keeps our sex life alive."
She furrowed her eyebrows, trying not to laugh. "So, you're saying our sex life is dead?"
"No." He recovered quickly. "I'm just saying—"
"Tony." Pepper interjected. She leaned her face in close to his. He leaned back a bit, unsure if she was going to yell at him, or whack him with her shoes. She did throw her shoes at him once. Somehow, he considered himself lucky that she hasn't done it since.
"Am I prying too much?" He asked, narrowing her eyes. "Please don't throw your shoes at me again." He spoke quickly this time.
She smirked at his last sentence; oh yeah, she had fond memories of that incident. "Your proposal only asks for six or seven times." She paused to watch his eyebrows slowly furrow. She kissed him on the cheek and said seductively, "I'm pretty sure we could do it five times that number, and maybe we could aim to break the bed it. It's relatively new and a little stiff."
Tony's mouth instantly gapped. His eyes were very wide, and he was pretty sure he was bulging below his belt.
"You okay?" She asked calmly with a little sly smirk.
"I love you." He managed to squeak before he practically lunged himself at her.
It was only ten minutes later when the elevator opened again.
"Hey, guys?" Bruce asked, walking towards the living room where the couches were.
"I thought you said they were here." Steve said, searching the empty penthouse.
"Tony said he'd be here." Bruce shrugged. "Maybe he's in his personal workshop." He decided to stroll towards Tony's workshop in search of his presence. "He could be working on one of his suits, like he always is."
"That's weird." Steve noted, looking around the living room. "How come there's clothing—"
"Okay." Bruce fast walked from one of the corridors that led to the workshop.
"What, did you find him?" Steve asked, unbeknownst to what Bruce walked in on.
"Yep." Bruce tugged his arm, urging him back towards the elevator.
"Is he working on his suits of armor?"
"Oh, he's definitely working on something." Bruce smirked.
"Does he need help?" Steve asked, still confused as to why Bruce was hurrying him.
Bruce tried not to blush. "No, he does not."
Bruce and Steve entered the elevator again, and before the doors closed, they both heard loud moaning, which sounded a lot like a mixture of Tony and Pepper. Steve widened his eyes and mouthed, 'oh'. And Bruce simply looked up and sighed.
"Why do I always catch them when they're—"
"Fonduing…" Steve finished his sentence.
