So…it's been a while. Thought I'd give these a crack again. Enjoy!
Hot
It had been fluttering between ninety-nine and one hundred degrees since noon broke three hours ago, and Tony was suffering for it. He was flaked out on the couch, topless and in shorts, and was now regretting ever buying the fancy leather one over a plush squishy fabric one. Stupid expensive couches. He was trying to look casual about it because a year ago when he bought the couch, she'd described this exact situation and he'd laughed it off, and he knew that if she spotted him, becoming one with the leather, he'd never live it down.
"Jarvis, can we crack a window open?" he mumbled weakly, reaching blindly for the cooler at the side of the couch but groaning when he came up empty.
"Once again, sir," Jarvis said. "Your windows don't open-"
Tony sighed heavily and sat up slowly, peeling himself off the leather. "Who's dumb idea was that?!" he asked.
"Yours, sir." Jarvis replied, practically sighing. "I've turned up the air conditioning as far as I can without overheating-"
"Overheating?" Tony asked, standing up and grabbing the cooler – which was now just a box of melting ice. "Can cold air overheat?"
"I'm going to assume that a master engineer of your calibre is asking that pedantically." The AI responded. Tony rolled his eyes and dumped the cooler on the counter in the kitchen, smiling at Pepper who was sitting at the counter with some paperwork.
"Do you really need to wear so many clothes on a day like today?" He asked her as he pulled the fridge door open, sighing as a cool breeze hit his chest. "I mean really, throw on a bikini. Or follow my lead and go as God made you." He turned his head to smirk at her.
Pepper rolled her eyes but couldn't help but respond with a smile. "I don't mind the heat. Connecticut is way more humid way more often. Sissy." She mumbled the last part and looked up at him. "You could pass me a Coke or something though."
Tony obliged and slid a can across the counter to her, loading up his cooler with ice again and placing more beers inside. "I'm gonna go hang by the pool, and by that I mean go and sit in the blistering sun next to the massive rectangle that once was water but now has turned into lava." He grinned at Pepper and saluted before heading out to do just that.
He'd just sat down on his reclining chair when he realised he'd left his cooler back in the kitchen. Sighing heavily at the unfairness of it all, he got back up and trudged back through the French doors that led into the house, only to stop dead in the doorway of the kitchen. Pepper was utilising her Coke can – not for drinking out of, but using it as an ice pack. She had it held to her neck, head thrown back as the ice cold droplets ran down her skin, down, down under her clothes to places Tony could only dream of. She brought the can around, under her chin and slid it to where her blouse was unbuttoned, sighing in relief. Tony simply stared, wide eyed the entire time, watching each droplet as it disappeared into her cleavage. And then she spotted him and the can went clattering to the ground. Tony jumped a foot into the air, eyes flicking back up to Pepper's as she frantically wiped at the droplets.
"I thought you went out to the pool!" she gasped, straightening her clothes.
Tony averted his eyes and practically ran past her, mumbling about a cold shower being a better idea.