Tony didn't come back that night, so Sabrina fell asleep around one, worried because he wasn't picking up his cell. The next morning, she woke up in the middle of the bed, still alone. Furrowing her brows, Sabrina got out of bed and pulled a blanket over her shoulders before moving towards the kitchen.
"JARVIS, can you track Tony's location?"
"Sabrina, he has actually left you a message. It says: Meeting gone overtime, will be back in a bit. Don't worry."
"I'm worrying. Since when does Tony willingly stay at meetings?"
"He has turned off all GPS related devices, Sabrina, if that is of any help to you."
"Mmm. He'll be fine. I think. But anyway, I have a shoot in Paris tomorrow, so I'm going to be heading out in an hour or so. Is the jet prepped?"
"Of course, Sabrina."
"JARVIS, you are a hero."
"Why thank you, Sabrina. How touching." She cocked an eyebrow.
"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not. But I'll take that as a 'thank you.' Au revoir, JARVIS."
"Bon voyage, miss."
The next morning, Sabrina woke up in a king-sized bed surrounded by plush pillows and a fluffy comforter.
"Mmm, Le Meurice," she murmured appreciatively. Living with the one and only Tony Stark meant she stayed in only the best places, and this hotel was one of her favorites. Smiling, she got out of bed and washed her face, brushed her hair and teeth, and pulled on a light top, wedges, and a pair of shorts. After applying a thin layer of makeup, she walked downstairs and stepped into a waiting limo, munching on croissants and sipping juice as she sat inside.
The photoshoot in front of the Eiffel Tower lasted for a couple of hours, and afterwards, she was absolutely starving. Walking a couple blocks west of the Tower, she slipped inside her favorite French bakery, inhaling the warm scent of pastries and baguettes. Seeing her dear friend Isabel at the counter, she began walking towards the register.
"Bonjour, Isabel! Il a été un long temps; comment allez-vous?" {"Hello, Isabel! It's been a long time; how are you?"}
"Bon, bon, ma chérie. Et vous?" {"Good, good, darling. And you?"}
"Je suis bien, je vous remercie. Quoi de spécial aujourd'hui?" {"I am well, thank you. What's today's special?"}
"Tartelettes aux framboises, ma propre recette. Prenez deux gratuitement." {"Raspberry tartlets, my own recipe. Take two for free."}
"Non, je dois refuser. Je vais payer, Isabel." {"No, I must refuse. I will pay, Isabel."}
"Non, non, vous n'avez pas à." {"No, no, you don't have to."}
"J'insiste. Merci, Isa!" {"I insist. Thank you, Isa!"}
"Vous êtes les bienvenus. Amusez-vous, Sabrina!" {"You are most welcome. Have fun, Sabrina!"}
Waving goodbye, she stepped out of the warm little shop, bell on the door jingling merrily as she left.
Sabrina walked back towards the Eiffel Tower, munching on a tartlet and eagerly drinking in the Parisian atmosphere while keeping her identity sealed behind a large pair of black sunglasses. Sitting down on the end of a bench near the Tower, she crossed her legs and leaned back, carefully sealing up the bag with the remaining tartlet before placing it gingerly into her backpack.
A few minutes later, she stood up. Is that Tony? Smiling, she stood up and began to walk towards him. However, she froze as he stopped in front of an Aventador. Tony doesn't own that car… Confused, she paused, leaning casually against a tree. A woman with straight red hair and bangs approached the car as Tony held the door open for her. She smiled and touched his arm before stepping inside and sitting down. As he began to walk to the other side of the car, Sabrina speedwalked towards a cab, gracefully pulling the door open and sitting inside.
"I need you to follow that car," she blurted, "I can pay. This is very important to me."
"Oui," replied the cabbie before stepping on the gas. Staying a car behind Tony, the cab followed the Lamborghini for twenty minutes, parking around the corner behind the superhero in a posh neighborhood near the edges of the city. Thanking and paying the driver, Sabrina walked a block behind Tony and the woman, keeping her sunglasses on and pulling a light jacket over her shoulder and part of her face.
Her boyfriend and the redhead disappeared into the largest house on the block, smiling, and chatting. Narrowing her eyes, Sabrina approached the mansion before climbing the fence leading into the backyard. No high-tech robot or security alarm went off; Tony must have thought no one knew about this place. Surprisingly, the back door was open, so she carefully turned the handle and placed her heels into her bag before entering.
Sabrina stepped into a grandiose living room decorated with sumptuous couches, intricately-carved coffee tables, and Renaissance-style paintings. It was like a miniature Versailles, all packaged into one living room. She shook her head before following the sounds of voices.
She almost walked into the room before stopping herself just in time, jamming herself into a shoe closet adjacent to the living room the two were sitting in. Keeping her breathing low, she listened in on their conversation. Just for work, just for work.
"Tony, this is beautiful. Why didn't you ever tell me about it?"
"Sort of a man cave type thing. You know, for secret weapons and technology." A feminine laugh came from the other room. "Pepper, I've been thinking a lot about you, and I can't get you out of my head."
"Tony-"
"I know, I know I was wrong to see someone else, but I've learned my lesson." Cue sound of cushions moving. "Just one more chance. Please. I love you." Sabrina stiffened before sinking down to sit on the floor.
"I don't want to deal with this again, Tony. How am I supposed to believe you?"
"I love you." Sounds of kissing came from the other room as Sabrina rested her head on her forearms.
"Aren't you seeing someone?" came Pepper's voice as all other noise stopped.
"Who?"
"That brunette. The model."
"Her? She's just Bruce's lab assistant. Nothing to me."
"Uh huh?"
"Promise." As they moved upstairs, Sabrina crept out from the closet, face emotionless. Leaving through the front door, she stood outside and called for a cab, which took her back to her hotel.
Back in her room, she lay on the bed, eyes locked on the ceiling. What do I do now? After a few moments and still no tears, she decided guilt would be the best option. She shot him a text.
Heard you were in Paris. I'm Le Meurice. Meet me after dinner? A few minutes later, he responded.
Busy.
JARVIS says he cancelled all your events tonight. I need you. Presidential Suite, code is 5832. 9?
K
Grinning, Sabrina closed her eyes and slept.
At 8:55, her alarm went off, and she woke up with a start. Remembering her situation, she hurriedly began showering. Ten minutes later, the door to her room opened, and someone could be heard reclining on her bed. After a few moments, she turned the water off, dried herself a bit, and wrapped a towel around herself before opening the bathroom door. Tony lay on top of the comforter, hand behind his head as he stared at his phone and rested against the headboard.
"What are you doing in Paris, love?" she asked innocently, "Thought your meeting was in New York?"
"Ah, I had to meet with some important people," he replied smoothly, not looking up, "Too important to miss. Important enough for me."
"Mmm," she pouted, "You look grumpy."
"Rough day." She dropped her towel and climbed onto his lap, massaging his shoulders and rocking back and forth. "Not now-" Kissing him hard, she peeled off his suit top and shirt, then thrust a hand into his pants. He stiffened before pulling her towards him and groping her breasts. Sliding his pants off, she stroked his length, feeling him harden. Immediately, he flipped her over, him on top of her as he massaged her clit and nipple.
Moaning in spite of herself, she pressed into him, biting his neck. However, she blinked, clearing her mind as she focused. Rolling over, she knelt on all fours as he gripped her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. He entered her slowly, pace quickening as she tightened around him. She purred, moving in time with him. His muscles began to quiver as she cried out, faking orgasm. Thrusting faster, he pushed her onto the mattress and clawed at her breasts, relishing the feeling of himself inside of her before his own orgasm came. The moment Sabrina was waiting for.
"Pepper," he groaned, releasing his seed, "Pep." Perfect. The recording would have gotten that.
Rolling over, she wrapped her legs around him.
"I love you," she murmured into his ear, pressing against him as she waited to hear what he would say. He smiled awkwardly.
"I love you, too."
