Sorry that it took me a while to update this chapter. I was occupied with writing my other FF and school. But now I got an idea how to continue this story: this chapter is based on a dream too. Like the first chapter it's all about a part of my life I'm still trying to process. Well enough of me.

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Enjoy it.

I don't own any of the characters.


Chapter 3

Her window gave Pepper view towards the street. There in front of her fence was an old hot rod and a man with a black leather jacket, blue-jeans and converse leaned against this car. His hair was messy and he held something in his hand.

Pepper opened her window and leaned casually against the frame. She wore her silk-robe and her hair was in a messy pony-tail.

"What are you doing here?" She tried to sound serious and to repress her feelings, which were caused by his appearance, but she failed and couldn't help but smile to herself. Her tone gave her away and Tony noticed it and her sight.

He took a bottle of vodka, a glass of olives out and held two martini-glasses in her direction. He too turned some music on and smiled, "I couldn't sleep. That was when I realized that I still owe you a vodka-martini, very dry with at least three olives. So I came here and I might remember that you still owe me something, too."

"What do I owe you, Mr. Stark?" Pepper asked her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Come down and I will show you." He shot her a devilish grin.

"Do you know how la…"

Pepper started to argue but Tony cut her off and raised his hands with the glasses again, "I know it's late, but stop thinking for one minute, Potts. Just live for one moment without thinking about consequences. Please."

Pepper sighed, but made her way down to him. When she reached her front door, she squeezed her eyes shut and breathed deep to calm herself down and to not get overwhelmed from her feelings and prevented herself from jumping him.

'He's your boss Pepper. You don't feel anything for him and of course you do not have a crush on him or even love him. Who are you lying to? Of course you love him and… STOP! NO. Just go out, hear what he wants to say and get to bed immediately.'

So she turned the handle and wrapped her robe around her to defend her against the cold and walked towards her Tony Stark. A grin appeared on his face and he lowered the music-volume to properly speak to Pepper and not to yell at her.

"So what do I owe you?" She asked and copied his smile. He filled their glasses, added three olives to Pepper's and pressed her glass to her hand.

"Don't think. Remember? Don't think, just drink." He clinked their glasses together and watched her taking a sip. After chatting about the drink and the weather and how wonderful the sky looked at night, Tony took the glass away from Pepper and turned her towards him to face her. His hands brushed her shoulders and he locked his eyes with hers.

'Don't get lost in his eyes. Resist Pepper, resist. Damn it. Why is he scooting closer? And why is he making it even harder to resist by leaning his forehead against mine? Oh god. Tony, please stop it. I'm afraid. You will hurt me. I have to stop it before he makes me feel worse.' Pepper made her decision. This had to stop immediately. So she freed herself from his hold and stepped back. "I can't. I'm sorry."

His eyes were crowded with pain and guilt. "Pepper, please."

"No." She hadn't realized that he closed the space between them again and whispered now huskily in her ear, his goatee brushing and tickling her skin. His arms started to wrap carefully around her waist.

"Jarvis? Are you there? Turn the volume of the music up please."

"Yes, sir."

He turned his attention back to the woman who was standing in front of him and whispered softly after kissing her ear, "Dance with me." He slowly led his left hand down to her right and laced their fingers. Her left hand left her side and made her way to his shoulder and wrapped around it.

'Oh. My. God. What am I going to do here? I'm dancing with my boss. Again. But it feels so right.'

"Pepper, stop thinking." He whispers and leaned his forehead against hers again while he started to sway him and her to the sound of the music. All of her thought were suddenly gone the only things which were left was pure satisfaction and enjoying of the moment with Tony. Right now in this moment they weren't Miss Potts and Mr Stark they were just Tony and Pepper. Tony lifted her in his arms and spun her around. He registered that she was very cold. "You should go back to the house. You're cold. Can't risk you're getting ill."

"No thinking. Remember?" Pepper didn't want to leave his embrace, her warm human cocoon.

"Should I come with you?" He asked softly with no hint of suggestion or seductive in his voice.

"Yes. Do you want a coffee?"

He followed her to her condo and entered it for the first time. It was nice and he felt like home. He made himself comfortable in her living room and waited for Pepper. She eventually came after 10 minutes with two mugs of coffee. They talked about Stark Industries, the latest meetings with board members and the new course of Stark Industries. The conversation turned to more personal themes like her birthday or his improved arc-reactor. They teased each other for several minutes which ended when they rolled off of the couch while doing a tickle fight. Pepper landed on top of him and his hands wrapped around her naturally. They both laughed and before Pepper knew what happened to her or what had got into her she kissed him, her hands tangled in his messy, black hair.

'What the hell?! Why are you kissing your boss? Why does it feel so good?'

Yes she kissed him, but more important he kissed her back! Could it be that he liked her, too? Or was it just his old-self?

A sudden voice startled the two of them while they were passionately snogging on the floor.

"Tony? Are you here?"


Phew, done. So one question answered: What was outside? And a new one is questioned: Who interrupted them?
Hope you liked it. Reviews and ideas for this story are appreciated. xoxox