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Spider Bite

"Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look today?" Tony grins, rounding the passenger side of the car.

"What do you want?" Pepper questions, looking suspicious.

"You know the polite thing to do is thank someone when they compliment you," Tony scoffs.

"Unless," Pepper counters with a knowing smirk. "That someone is clearly trying to get in your pants."

"It's your fault," Tony purrs seductively, his hands resting on her hips, rocking her slowly.

"My fault?"

"Uh huh," He breathes heavily against her ear. "You know this all drives me crazy, " he tells her, toying with a button on her shirt. "So prim, so proper, so polite." He hisses hotly, pressing his body tight against her. "It was torture having to keep my hands to myself."

"You didn't," Pepper reminds him with a small smirk, vividly remembering his wondering hands under the table during the meeting.

Tony rolls his eyes playfully, "Well, you're lucky I didn't bend you over the table and take you right there."

"The board of directors would have loved that."

"Don't think they would have blamed me."

"Mmmm" Pepper purrs, running her hands down his chest "well you do look pretty good in your suit," Pepper taunts, running her finger along the black jacket.

"It's Dolce," He puffs his chest out in pride, smile faltering when Pepper snorts with laughter.

"Prada," She corrects in between giggles, a smirk still on her lips as she wraps his tie around her hand, pulling his closer.

"I knew that," Tony grins softly, his warm breath washing over her.

"Sure you did," Pepper teases, her mouth tantalizingly close.

"The tie's mine," he murmurs, a breath away.

"I saw," Pepper chuckles with a grin as Tony presses his lips to hers, pinning her to the car with his hips. "Tony we're still in the garage," Pepper reminds him as his lips begin to trail down her neck, while his hands un-tuck her shirt.

"I was thinking we should christen the car."

"We've already had sex in the car Tony."

"Not on it," He drawls, slowly guiding her towards the hood of the vehicle.

"We've had sex on several of your cars," Pepper laughs, letting him slide her up on the hood.

"Not this one."

"Are we suppose to have sex on all of them," Pepper questions while Tony busies himself with the buttons on her blouse.

"Why not?"

"Because you have 33 cars," Pepper reminds him in an obvious manner.

"So?" Tony mumbles around kisses as he trails his lips down her sternum.

"That's a lot of cars."

"That's a lot of sex," He challenges looking back up with a teasing smirk before capturing her lips.

"I really don't understand your fascination with this," Pepper pants as he makes quick work of her shirt and bra.

"It's a guy thing," Tony laughs nibbling at her lip.

"Mmmm," Pepper moans in a vague understanding, her hands sliding to his hips to unclasp his belt buckle letting his pants pool around his ankles. With her skirt hiked up around her waist he grinds against her, her legs setting around him, locking him in place. She grinds back a few times before his hands move down her sides, gently untangling her exciting a whimper when he pins her to the car, putting some space between them. His hands slide further still, slipping to the inside of her thigh, stroking softly and only close enough to tease.

Pepper mutters under her breath in response, spurring him on as she begins to murmur certain syllables clearly trying to hold back her frustrations. She manages to swallow back the word though, fighting frantically at his hold and getting nowhere "You're such an ass," she bites out hoarsely, gasping for air, still struggling.

"You know that's not what I want to hear," Tony whispers hotly in her ear, shoving his hand roughly up her thigh, bypassing where she wants him most at the last second, continuing up her body to squeeze her breast hard.

Chocking back a scream Pepper moans, arching up off the car, her nails digging into his back as she tries in vain to grind against him, met with nothing but empty air. "God…Tony…" she pleads pushing again.

"Not until you say it," Tony teases, slipping his hand slowly down her stomach.

Pepper shifts, throwing a glare cringing and tensing the lower he gets, forced to conceded when he moves straight to her thigh again. "ugh…Fuck!" she screams at the top of her lungs in frustration, mouth agape and breathless, it's music to his ears.

Tony's victorious smirk and retort die quickly when loud crash sounds behind them right after she screams. Pepper tenses beneath him and their gazes shift back behind Tony landing on the dumbfounded Steve Rogers.

He stands like a deer in the headlights, frozen, wide-eyed and bright red with embarrassment. "Rogers!" Tony snaps after several seconds of staring, as he's the first to recover, far more concerned for Pepper's state of undress than his own.

Steve blinks rapidly shaking his head before he drops his gaze to the floor, "Um…uh…uh." He stammers trying to come up with a coherent sentence, shaking slightly.

"Would you get out of here!?" Tony shouts over his floundering, blindly throwing the first thing he grabs in his direction.

"Tony that's my bra!" Pepper cries as the article of clothing goes flying.

"Don't touch that!" He yells at Steve as he backs away in a panic, muttering a sting of inaudible words before he rushes from the room, tripping over several things in the process.

Tony watches him go with a slight glare, his chest puffed out protectively only pulling his gaze away when he leaves and Pepper unexpectedly begins to laugh.

"Oh my god," she laughs awkwardly, burring her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Tony snorts with laughter in response, pressing his nose to her hair and kissing her temple, "He isn't going to be able to look you in the eye for at least a week."

"Get off," Pepper chuckles uncomfortably, pushing at his shoulders.

"Aw come on Pep," Tony begs, pressing into her.

"But Steve-"

"No offense Honey," Tony interrupts. "But you're the last person he's going to want to see. I on the other hand…" he trails off, his gaze sliding down to her exposed breasts. "I definitely want to see more." His goatee scraps the underside of her breast as his lips slide along the delicate skin sucking the nipple into his mouth.

Shuttering at his touch, Pepper relaxes back against the car, the worry slipping from her face. "Fine," she sighs in defeat, her legs instinctively locking at his hips as he grinds against her. "Just hurry, before someone else decides to interrupt."


A/N: So I hope you all enjoyed Cap, haven't decided if there will be more as I'm having trouble coming up with scenarios but we'll see :)