Day 23

Rating: R (blame his overactive imagination)

Still we're not together. She's still figuring this out, apparently.

I try to catch up with her as she speaks. Speaks about the messages she'd received from the Russian spy. This time we're sitting comfortably on the couch in my living room, the fire creating strange shadows on the floor.

"I wanted to." She whispers. "When I saw you at the party…"

"I wanted to ask you why you came, after all." I say.

I remember what happened last year at my birthday party. It's not a pleasant memory, though.

Heavy-scented air, mind-blowing music, interesting guests, and a slow, sensual dance with the new – and very hot assistant I hired. I remember the last one all too well, because I won't ever forget the look on Pepper's face when she opened that door and saw us, together, making love on the small couch in my own private room at the club.

Yeah, well, steamy details, you know.

It all started from a simple glance over through the crowd, hoping to find the woman I was looking for since the party had begun. She was hard to find through all those people. I must admit that I liked the way Natasha had touched me then. She startled me when her slender and cool fingers touched the back of my neck, in a glorious attempt to drag me onto the dance floor, even though I was reluctant to dance with her.

Yeah, you can blame me.

It kind of reminded me of the time I asked Pepper to dance with me at the Firefighter's Benefit. But this time the roles were reversed and I found myself being dragged to the center of the dance floor by the sexiest woman breathing in that whole club.

Oh my god. The way she whispered to me to hold still while she turned and brushed her damn perfect ass over my manhood. God… I tried to remain still but with every and each movement of her hips she drove me nuts and I remember all too vividly now as I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw only to remain calm and not to do anything stupid.

And any hard I tried it would do no good, because her mischievous movements only had me quivering with anticipation.

You can blame me twice.

Natasha was damn talented in the seduction department, I thought then, dizzily. The way she gripped my hands and wrapped them around her waist – and the slow quirk of her round, red lips as she whispered a thing… just a thing, because I didn't understand what she was saying.

She giggled devilishly as her body fit the curve made by my body - as she felt what she was doing to me. In an instant I was ashamed and my eyes quickly adverted from hers as we continued swaying to the rhythm of the song by R. Kelly – Ignition.

The damned dance and the suggestive lyrics almost made me ignite, as the song went.

And the rest, uh… I'm kind of embarrassed of saying this to you.

She brought her hand and took off my sunglasses (yea, I'm such a narcissist) and smirked up at me while rolling her hips into mine. I couldn't recognize the soft moan deep down in my throat when she did that.

Guilty and aroused I searched once again through the crowd that glimpse of red hair, as it happened many months ago at the benefit. Seeing as there were no results I quickly backed off and grabbed her waist to pull her into my embrace.

She rushed me through the empty hall and through the nearest door, which happened to be my private room. I silently gasped when I realized that someone must have entered in and do all of this, because the room was no longer dark as I left it not an hour ago. I looked around and felt a sudden pang of fear deep within my throat as I saw countless red candles and rose petals thrown all over the floor and the couch.

I hesitated for a mere second and then I looked at her. The fear I felt just a couple seconds ago disappeared and it was replaced by heavy lust.

Her deep purr reverberated through my molars as she kissed and tasted me, her lips covering mine in a slow rhythm. Clothes were removed quickly and soon I found myself on top of Natasha, plunging deeply into her wet heat.

The whole thing was kind of foggy, I remember now.

Only that this happened.

On the edge of coming we were clutching at each other, moaning and groaning deeply. I could've sworn then that nothing compared to that extraordinaire lovemaking session, oh heck, sex session between us. I had her screaming my name so passionate it broke my concentration as her inner muscles contracted around me. I stopped then and looked over her shoulder, in the mirror. Huge mistake number one.

Pepper Potts was standing with one hand on the door knob and one on her mouth.

I froze, shocked, unable to move a single muscle for a few long seconds. I held her gaze through the mirror for a couple of seconds and frowned. That was completely and utterly horrific, caught between the pressure in my groin and the urge to kill myself for letting this happen.

The way her eyes turned liquid had me shuddering then. How could I let this one happen?

I remember how it felt then.

I couldn't move. I remember how I sounded when I gasped her name.

Huge mistake number two.

"Pepper…" I gasped and fell down in Natasha's embrace, my cock softening inside of her.

Then the Hurricane Romanova hit me with all its force. She pushed me off her with incredible force and then she was throwing her stilettos at me, hoping that she'll stab me with them. Luckily I was able to duck down beneath a coffee table while she grabbed her clothes and moved into the bathroom while muttering 'idiot' and 'asshole' under her breath.

Somehow I managed to return to the party but it was later that I found out that Pepper left home in a rush.

The best b-day party I ever had.

"Tony… Are you even listening?" She asks me, slightly irritated.

I quickly look at her and nod absently. I can't swallow the large lump in my throat, though.

"Good. I'm going home."

I nod again, this time unconvincingly. She leaves then without giving me a kiss goodbye but I'm happy that things are just the way they should be.