Pepper could be mean, evil even, but to be fair, up to that point, she hadn't cared all that much to prove a point to Tony because nothing held any importance back then, when they were just employer and employee, but as of now, everything was much more complicated and different.
She couldn't lie to herself and say that things were easy. They weren't. She wasn't supposed to care that much about anything he said or did, but she did, and that was one of her worst flaws. Pepper was aware that a relationship with him would imply a lot of work and nerves, but she would have preferred that he'd kept the sly comments regarding sex to himself. Yes, sex, she thought with a bitter taste in her mouth. That's all it means, anyway. Don't make a fool of yourself to think otherwise.
As those thoughts lingered in the back of her mind, Pepper knocked swiftly against Tony's apartment door and waited for him to open it. When he did, she stepped inside without looking at him and sighed to herself, trying to calm down her nerves.
"Um… hi. I'm kinda sorry about earlier today." She heard him apologize softly behind her and she turned around, licking her lower lip to moisten it up. She caught Tony staring and she cleared her throat before smiling lightly.
"It's fine. I know how you are, Tony, and honestly, I should have seen that coming." She paused for a moment and pursed her lips. "But I'll be more careful the next time."
Tony was taken aback.
"Careful about what? I was the one who screwed up." He passed a hand through his hair, making it more disheveled and utterly delicious. "Look, I'm a rookie. I'm going to screw things up, but not willingly."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She inquired, sitting down on one of the armchairs to take off her high heels that had been bugging her all day long. When they were finally off, Pepper let out a delighted sigh and stretched her back.
Tony shrugged. "I don't know. But I really need you to trust me on this one."
"Like you trusted me enough to tell me that you were dying?"
That stabbed Tony right into his back and he sighed heavily, frustrated that she was bringing up this subject again.
"I said I was sorry about that, Potts. Obviously, you're not over it. I'm trying to apologize for this morning, but I can't if you keep on shoving dirt into my face!"
Pepper narrowed her eyes and huffed, standing up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.
"I'm not shoving dirt into your face. I'm just stating a fact. If we're going to build this relationship on lies, then so be it!" She bit back, getting more frustrated by the minute. She downed the whole glass in seconds and placed it back on the counter when she felt him behind her, crowding her into the firm piece of furniture. In that moment, she felt her anger turn into something more primal, driven by lust. His moist lips encased her right ear and she felt his teeth scrape her lobe gently.
"If this is fighting, Potts, I can't wait to make up." His words stirred her senses and when his arms encircled her waist and pulled her tightly against his body, she felt her muscles contract in the most delicious way. She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes, rolling her head back against his shoulder, breath hitching in her throat when his calloused hand slid her skirt up, fingernails scraping against her inner-thigh.
Somehow, through her lust-filled haze, Pepper placed her hand on top of his and squeezed lightly, gasping when his lips began kissing her neck.
"Please." She pleaded, knowing that she sounded desperate, but she couldn't care any less. He'd already pointed that out in the morning, so this time around, Pepper didn't mind hiding it. She craved him, craved his touch and his whole being more than air, even if it sounded ridiculous. She'd been craving it for years and years and she wasn't going to deny her need for him anymore.
"Please what?" Tony inquired with a low growl into her ear, nuzzling his goatee along her neck.
Please bury yourself inside of me, she wanted to say, but even though they'd already slept together once, she knew it wouldn't sound appropriate. She would say it, though, but later on, after their relationship would actually be strong enough.
"God, Potts, you're like a fucking drug." He admitted with a heavy shudder and kissed her jaw, cupping her firmly in his palm. Her low moan made his hardened member twitch and complain and he pressed her even more into the counter, words slurring out unstoppably. "I know we kind of hurried last night, but fuck, you know I loved it, baby. You have no idea how much I want you."
Pepper's legs would soon give up if he uttered one more word about how much he wanted her. Her whole body was going to give up if he wouldn't soon start doing something to relieve the tension she felt.
"Stop talking and fuck me already." She hissed in a quick breath, hand sliding up into his hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss. When his moist lips covered hers, they both moaned and clutched each other tighter, momentarily forgetting about their earlier fight as they both started to rip off clothes from each other's bodies, murmuring soft promises and exchanging lust driven kisses.
The counter would need a good scrubbing after they were done with it, but honestly, neither of them really cared about that. When he set her down on the counter, he leaned down and brought her mile-long legs on his shoulders, making eye-contact with her before burying his face between her legs, ravishing her like a rabid animal. When she began shaking, he pulled away from her, watching her face as she convulsed and tugged at his hair, almost ripping some of it off.
Licking his lips which held her scent, he leaned in and kissed her as he penetrated her deeply, his groan filling up the apartment. He didn't protest when she dug her fingers into his ass and pulled him in deeper, only driving into her wilder. Sweat began dripping down his skin, eyes rolling in the back of his head when he numbly registered her gasping out his name each time he filled her up. His thumb against her clit drove her over the edge with a piercing scream, and he soon followed, hips jerking against hers unevenly as he emptied himself inside of her with a shuddering growl.
When the sweat cooled off their skin, Tony released her legs from his shoulders and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. He closed his eyes tightly when her hair brushed his cheek and stroked her spine, both groaning when the aftershocks of her orgasm made her inner-muscles contract around him in a sweet clench. His breath hitched and he pulled back from her, eyes searching for her face. When her eyes found his, Tony smiled and kissed her bruised lips delicately, rocking inside of her slowly.
"Tony…" She croaked, hands grasping the well-built muscles of his back.
"Shh… I've got you." He promised and kissed her languidly, tongue stroking against hers slowly, miming the movements of his body. "You're mine."
Pepper whimpered and slid her hands into his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She allowed him to kiss her, realizing that he wasn't going to give up until he would make her come again.
"Oh, Tony…" She cried out softly, muscles contracting around him spasmodically. She closed her eyes tightly, heat rising up to her cheeks out of embarrassment. She couldn't stop the wave of self-consciousness that overcame her at the thought of Tony bursting with pride at having made her come three times in less than fifteen minutes.
"Better?" Tony asked her and lifted up her head by her chin. He felt his heart skip a beat in his chest at her ecstasy filled eyes. He simply smiled when she didn't reply, realizing that he had worn her out, so he nuzzled her nose and pulled out of her slowly, eyes closing at the slick sound. "Fuck."
Her arms enclosed around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, emotions running wild inside her head. When the kiss came to an end, Pepper pulled back and smiled at him, hand smoothing down his sweaty hair. Her heart suddenly ached when she noticed the way he was looking at her: mouth open and wide eyes. What if there was more to it than sex? When that thought occurred to her, Jarvis spoke up, interrupting the haze between them.
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you and Miss Potts, but Natasha Romanoff wishes to speak to you on the phone."
Tony groaned and looked at Pepper, regretting that the moment they were just having had to be interrupted so abruptly.
"Gimme a minute, Jarvis." He mumbled and pressed another kiss to Pepper's lips, a soothing one, before pulling away from her entirely. "I'll explain this in a minute."
Pepper watched him disappear into the living room, confused at why the name seemed familiar to her. She jumped off the counter after a few minutes and headed for the bathroom to clean herself up, mind still reeling from the intense sex they'd just had. Or was it lovemaking? She couldn't put her finger on it, but she realized that they had to sort out their feelings before continuing, or else there would be a big mess in the end.
A/N: I hope this was worth it. You might want to take a cold shower afterwards, just in case. Lemme know what you thought of it below!