"Pepper, it wasn't my fault." Tony tried to tell her as they walked from the elevator to their bedroom, in the penthouse of Stark tower. His tie was loose around his neck, and his black blazer was unbuttoned, showing his dark red dress shirt.
"I don't care, Tony," she responded quite sternly, while walking through the threshold of their bedroom.
"No," he said in frustration. "At least let me explain—"
She turned around and angrily said, "Explain how your jealousy and ego go in the way of the most important contract we've had all year?" He could see the sharp blue coloring in her eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if she ripped him a new one at that very second.
"The guy was a total asshole," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're lucky I didn't punch him in the face."
"You did punch him in the face," she yelled.
He pressed his lips together. "Oh..."
"I can't believe you," She shook her head at him, and turned away. "His company would've been the ticket to expanding our green house initiative internationally, but you had to insult him, and to make matters worse, he's pressing charges against you. And all of this happened because...?" She glared at him, waiting for an answer.
"He was flirting with you."
She gave him a flat, yet raging, expression. "Because he was flirting with me," she repeated, before shaking her head again. "You are so full of yourself." She threw her change of clothes on the bed.
"I was only looking out for you." He stood at the door way.
"No," She turned around. "You were jealous and stupid, and he wasn't flirting with me."
"We have different standards of flirting, Pepper. And by my standards, he was flirting," he said sternly.
"And by my standards, he was being polite and kind. He's lucky he did have you arrested on the spot." Her tone was still full of anger and hatred. He only hoped that she didn't kick him out of their bedroom, or worse, decide to leave.
"He had his arm around you!" Tony shouted.
"He was reaching behind me to grab the drink off the waiter's platter!" She shouted back.
Tony shook his head and continued their argument. "I'm telling you, Pepper. My actions were to protect you."
"No, your actions were because you keep thinking that I'm yours. Every single little thing someone does around me, you immediately think they're trying to steal me away from you."
"Well, yeah!" He yelled. He walked towards her with passion and anger in his eyes. "When you live long enough to know that there's only one person you can't live without, this is how you get." He paused; his eyes burned holes in hers. "You get angry, protective, and jealous, because you're afraid the one person you love the most will leave you."
Pepper paused from the side of the bed and slowly looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. She didn't expect that kind of response, especially from him. They weren't around hundreds of people they only see twice a week; they were alone with each other. There was no where to hide and no chance to change the subject.
He didn't realize what he was saying until after he said it. He stood there and unknowingly let his fingers nervously fiddle with the hems of his blazer. He turned away and clenched his jaw. He usually wasn't this emotional.
"Forget it," he suddenly spoke up, feeling like he said too much. "I'll call what's-his-name tomorrow and straighten things out." He began to shrug off his blazer, preparing to hang it up in their closet. She watched him walk from the door way to their closet. She watched him loosen the buttons of his dress shirt and drag the tie, that was the same color as her dress, off his neck.
She slowly walked up to him, feeling horrible and pensive. She watched him fiddle with the rest of the buttons of his dress shirt, until her hand on his stopped him completely. He didn't turn to look at her. She wasn't sure if it was because he was ashamed of what he just said, or if it was because he was nervous.
"Tony," she murmured.
He looked down at her soft warm hand on top of his, before turning to look at her in the eyes. He looked exhausted, and filled with an apologetic sorrow that would rarely escape his lips.
She shook her head at him and reached up to caress his cheek. She brought his head down, closed her eyes, and kissed him softly on the lips. He closed his eyes and kissed back slowly. He need this. He needed this so badly. His hands fiddled with the middle of her dress, scrunching it up at her waistline. He kissed harder and moved to press her against the drawers. Her low moan from the back of her throat prompted him to work on hiking up her dress. He reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it up past her butt. He pressed his groin against hers, and both of them moaned from the sudden pleasure. He started to relentlessly grind against her, as if sex was the only thing on his mind.
He wasn't sure if sex was the only thing he was after. He wanted to show her how much he loved her and how much he cared for her. He didn't want to make it seem like sex was the only thing they had between them. So, he slowed down, and pulled his lips away. He focused more on her neck. He nipped at her skin and kissed her collar, which resulted in various squeaking and moaning from her end.
"Tony," she moaned lowly. Her eyes were closed, and her arms were around his neck. He hummed against her neck, tickling the soft flesh beneath his lips. He let one arm wrap around her body, to keep her dress up and her panties exposed, while he used his other hand to work on his pants.
Pepper didn't notice he took his pants off until she felt his less-clothed bulge grinding against her upper thigh. She gasped at how hard he felt against her and gasped again when she felt his hand working it's way towards the sides of her panties. His hands were rough against her skin. She could feel the years and years of working in his workshop on his palms. His hands were always comforting to her.
His fingers hooked into her panties and slowly, but intimately, slid them down. He rubbed his bulge against the folds of her vagina and felt her writhe in his arms, aching for more pleasure and more friction. Her hand worked fast in getting his boxers down, and when his erection was finally free of it's imprisonment, he groaned loudly. His cock bobbed from the elastic band that tugged at his hard member.
Without warning, he pressed his hard shaft against her wet folds, coating the underside with her juices. She moaned into his ear when she felt him rub against her clit. He pulled away from her and pushed her dress against the drawers behind her. Before she realized it, he was kneeling in front of her, and pressing his face against her folds. Her body jolted with pleasure when she felt his tongue dart in and out of her. He lapped her juices and sucked on her clit. She was on the brink of screaming from the force of his tongue.
She pressed her palms against the back of his head and held him there. Her knees bucked and her head was thrown back. Her throat was filled with moaning and groaning. While his tongue was busy pleasuring her, he used his free hand to stroke himself. He stroked himself, switching between fast and punishingly slow. He spread her juices that ran along the underside of his shaft, and used this thumb to spread the pre-come that oozed at the tip. He moaned while he thrust his tongue in, and the vibrations alone made her groan.
"Oh god, Tony," she moaned loudly. His name lingered for a few seconds, pushing him to keep going. Her hands pawed at the back of his head, wanting more. He stroked himself twice before rubbing his thumb across the slit. The pleasure alone was going to make him come, so he stopped, and focused on her. He moved his hand to the inside of her thighs, and thrust two digits inside her. She jolted on the spot and yelped in pleasure as her hands worked through his hair.
"Mm," he hummed, finally pulling away from her vagina. He stood up and let his eyes lingered in front of hers. He pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her softly on the lips. "You taste so good."
She grinned wildly and wrapped her arms around his neck. In one smooth motion, he entered her. She squeaked from the sudden pain, and moaned from the sudden pleasure. He helped her slip out of her panties before he picked her up from behind her knees and let her wrap her legs around him. She was so tight around him, and the sheer pleasure alone made him groan loudly.
"Pepper," he drew out. Using the drawers behind him, he began to set a fast pace. He rut against her, and with each thrust came a whimper from his lips. She moaned from the hard fast thrusts, and buried her head between his neck and collar bone. She let out a pleasurable loud moan when she felt him hit her sweet spot. He groaned from the tightness and kept going, hearing the drawers behind them rattle from his thrusts.
In the back of his mind, he saw an unknown figure taking Pepper away from him. The figure coaxed her with words and before he knew it, he was chasing after her, but never being able to reach her. After every few seconds, he would thrust harder, and harder. She yelped from the roughness and hung onto him. From his pace, she knew that she was going to be sore in the morning.
It wasn't just sex for him. He didn't know what to call it. It was definitely not 'making love', since he was roughly fucking her against the drawers in their closet. It was something else; something more meaningful.
Her walls squeezed him every single time he pulled back, coaxing him into coming. After a few rough thrusts and a couple shallow ones, he came hard inside her. His vision blurred as he spurt hot shots of come inside her. He whimpered as he felt her walls milk him expertly.
She came with a shout, not too long after he had finished. His name left her lips more than once while he rocked and grinded against her, trying to help her ride out her orgasm. She pressed her lips against his neck while he shallowly thrust inside her.
They both stilled a few seconds after she came. They were both breathing heavily, as they were both desperately trying to catch their breaths. His knees gave out on him from the exhaustion and pleasure, making him fall to the floor with her on top of him. He held onto her and shielded her with his arms, making sure she didn't get hurt in the process. She fell on top of him with a contented sigh and a small laugh. They both thanked the
As he tried to catch his breath, he asked, with a wide grin, "What's so funny?".
She moved to tuck herself against his side, and simply smiled. "You really think I'd leave you?"
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, that laid against his chest, and shrugged. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Why would I?" she asked, looking up at him. He looked back down at her and gave her a lopsided frown.
"Because I'm an asshole."
"That's it?" She chuckled, raising her eyebrow at him.
"I'm a jerk. I get jealous and I don't know my boundaries. I'm volatile, self-obsessed, and don't play well with others. I don't know when to shut up, and I think everything's a laughing matter. I don't take things seriously until they get out of hand—please, feel free to stop me." He looked up at the ceiling, ashamed and afraid.
"Tony," She sat up. His hand lingered at her clothed waist while he was still laying down. She turned her head to face him. "I've known you for over ten years. Don't you think I did my research before we began our relationship?"
He shrugged. "There are plenty of other guys out there, Pepper. I wouldn't be surprised if you ran off with a perfect man, with perfect hair, and a perfect personality, who could be the perfect father."
She looked at him lovingly and turned around to kneel in front of him. His hand lazily drew circles into the side of her thigh. "Who said I haven't already found what I'm looking for?"
"Because it's me." He pressed his lips together and apologetically looked up at her. "I'm not the perfect man every woman dreams about."
"Nobody is perfect, Tony."
He sat up and let his arm land in her lap, before wrapping it around her. He looked down at her soft lips before he returned to her gaze. "You are."
"I'm not."
"I don't care what anyone else says. You're the perfect woman, and I'm incredibly lucky to have you." He paused and let his eyes drift away. "I just feel like my luck is eventually going to run out."
"Hey," She moved her head to lock onto his gaze. Her smile was contagious. "I'm not going to leave you, Tony." His eyes locked onto hers. "I know how much of a jerk you can be, and it doesn't scare me. None of it scares me."
His lips slowly formed a smile. He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She grinned, but that grin soon turned into a stern look. "But if you ever punch one of our highly regarded contractors in the face like that again, you're sleeping on the couch."
He smirked and nodded. "Duly noted." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She rest her head on his shoulder and kissed the bare skin. "I like this," he said. "Aside from the last few weeks of just back and forth dominating. This... this is a nice break."
She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked up at him. "What you just did wasn't dominating?"
He looked at her blankly. "I didn't think so."
"The noise the drawers were making say otherwise." Her head returned to its spot on his shoulder.
He winced. "Okay, maybe a tiny bit—"
"A tiny bit?" She exclaimed, looking up at him, again.
He gestured with his fingers. "Just a tiny bit."
She rolled her eyes at him, before noticing their surroundings. She looked behind her and then behind him. "I've never noticed our closet was this big."
He smirked. "I thought the same thing about the couch after we had sex on it."
She turned to look at him, and once his gaze met hers, they both smiled happily and endearingly. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. When they pulled away, he drew her closer to him and kissed her on top of the head.