A/N: Wow you guys I was truly floored with the response the first chapter got, it was really needed. Because it got such a large response and I've been playing with the idea of an interruption fic, I figured I'd add this. If you guys want a Rhodey chapter let me know!

Set after Iron Man 2, so Pepper is not moved in with Tony, just staying the night.

When the Walls Talk

"Tony," Pepper pants, raking her nails down his arm, catching his hand in hers. Sliding his hand up her body she gasps loudly when she curls his fingers around her breast, squeezing sharply.

"I love it when you take control," Tony chuckles burring his face in her neck while he takes over kneading her breast when her hand slides off of his.

Pepper laughs, raking one hand through his hair while the other trails down his back "sometimes you need a little direction." She teases, shirking when he nips her playfully.

"Oh really," he challenges rolling his hips hard against hers.

Pepper shutters beneath him, crying out as her hand reflexively tightens in his hair, her other digging into his shoulder. "Yeah," She pants shakily, relaxing as he starts to set a rhythm. "You clearly don't know what you're doing."

"Yeah clearly I'm lost," Tony chuckles at the joking jab, shifting against her to pull another moan.

"Might I suggest lifting Miss Potts' left leg a little higher?"

The playful banter comes to an abrupt stop as both freeze with the additional voice, both panting heavily in the now deathly silent room. Pepper is the first to break the silence, her face washing over in a panic as she shoves at his chest, "Get off me."

"No, no, no," Tony tries to reason with her, "It's fine."

"Get off, get off, get off," Pepper instructs over and over, pushing at his chest until he's forced to concede. He pulls out completely with a moan, watching helplessly as she stumbles to shaky legs, pulling the sheet with her to cover herself completely.

"Pepper it's fine."

"Miss Potts—"

"Why is he still talking?!" Pepper shouts, clutching the sheet tighter as she frantically searches the room for her clothes before moving to hide in the bathroom.

"Jarvis, shut up!" Tony yells, moving to follow after Pepper with the comforter wrapped around him to fight against the cold. "Pepper, honey," he calls, slightly worried, "It's fine."

"Jarvis is watching us have sex!" She shrikes while Tony struggles not to laugh when he catches sight of her trying to get dressed and remain covered.

"He's not watching us-."

"He just tried to give you pointers!" Pepper hisses out.

"Okay, yeah," Tony cringes. "That was bad." He stops, watching her for a moment, as she struggles with the sheet. "Can you, please stop trying to get dressed" he asks, changing subject as he swoops in to pick up her shirt from the floor.

"You can't honestly think I'm still having sex with you!" Pepper snaps, taking the shirt from him.

"You thought it was hilarious when DUM-E was watching us."

"That is not the same thing!" Pepper growls, finally dropping the sheet and fully dressed she begins to move back to the bedroom.

"How is this any different?" Tony calls in confusion, following after her, struggling not to trip over the baggy comforter.

"Because it is!" she calls, clearly flustered as she begins to search frantically through the room.

"What are you doing," Tony questions while watching her, tilting his head slightly in confusion his stomach drops when she throws her overnight bag on the end of the bed.

"I can't sleep here," Pepper explains as she begins to shove her stuff in the bag.

"Pepper, it's 3 in the morning-"

"The current time is 2-"

"Mute!" Tony shouts, while Pepper bites her lip and visibly cringes when Jarvis interrupts. "Pepper," he calls noticing her reaction and reaches out to grab her.

"No, don't," Pepper recoils, stepping back from him, still hyper aware of Jarvis's presence. She knows a visual feed is still running even if he's not aloud to talk until directed. "I need some space right now."

"Pepper-"

"Please Tony—Just, I'll just—I'll see you in the morning." She talks in a rush, refusing to make eye contact and bolts from the room.

"Pep—" he calls in vain when the door slams shut leaving him alone in the room. Huffing in irritation he glares up at the ceiling, "Thanks a lot Jarvis."

"My apologies-" Jarvis starts to reply as Tony sits on the edge of the bed.

"Mute."

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