Title: Don't Stand So Close
Theme: #86 – Engine Grease
Word Count: 330
It's not often that a song like this comes from the speakers of his stereo. Usually it's some rough or whiny voice screaming intelligible words of hate, with drums so loud that the whole house shakes. But this evening it's soft and catchy, carefully inviting and he's got her swept in his arms before she can properly drop the files on the desk.
"What are you doing? You have work-" Pepper says, trying to squirm from his grasp, her feet not cooperating as he tries to lead her across the garage.
"I never made up for that night," Tony says, doing his best to dance with the reluctant Miss Potts.
"What night? Let go-"
"You know what night. That night when we danced and you turned a lovely shade of pink," he reminds her.
"And everyone stared and you left me," she fills in, finally able to pull away but not letting go of his hand.
"No one's watching now," he points out, gesturing to the room filled with cars and a suit of iron.
"He's watching!" Pepper exclaims, pointing to Dummy. "And Jarvis!"
"Who are they going to tell, each other?" Tony asks with a grin.
"I'm not going to tell anyone without the password," Jarvis offers helpfully.
"What's the password?" Pepper asks.
"Can't tell you," Tony says, pulling her back to him and continuing the dance. "Can't have anyone knowing about this."
"You're all sweaty," Pepper complains, her hand slipping from his shoulder. "And you're covered in grease."
"My dear, you've touched worse things on me before."
"You mean that pus?" Pepper tries pulling back again.
"It wasn't- Fine, it was pus. See? We've crossed every line possible-"
"Not every line," she corrects.
"-so really, dancing while I'm covered in sweat and engine grease with no one watching isn't such a big deal, hm?"
It takes a moment to sink in, and she squeals, "Ew, it was pus!"
He draws her close and takes delight in her squirming.