Another angst-y one-shot for you. (:
Don't own Ironman, of course.
Mistakes are mine.
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"You reek of sex." she practically spit in his face, while her blue eyes iced over in suspicion and accusation.
Tony stood in front of the front door, stumbling a bit when he tries to shut it with the back of his foot. A burp escaped, making him chuckle a bit as Pepper's face scrunched up and wafted the smell away with her hand.
"I just went out for drinks with Rhodes. Relax."
He wasn't drunk, at least not as much as he wished he was. Just slightly buzzed. Enough so, that he didn't want to deal with Pepper's insecurities right then.
Shrugging off his leather jacket and laying his keys on the small wooden counter to his right, he kicked of his shoes and slumped over to the couch.
"Mmm." he mumbled, putting his hands on his face. It was a failed attempt to get the throbbing headache to stop.
"Was she good?" Pepper asked menacingly as her heels tapped loudly against the hardwood floor of his Malibu mansion. It creaked with each step she took closer to him and the couch.
"Pepper, can we not do this right now?" He was exhausted with the same 'talking to' he received after coming home from a bar. She asked him the same questions whenever he came back with a slur. It was cute the first time, sure. But now it was annoying and slightly hurtful, even though this time was quite different.
"Because you're Tony." she said softly, almost as if she was afraid of what he would reply with.
"Because I'm Tony." he repeated humorously in his hands. "Well that's not saying much, huh?"
What she said hurt, but the alcohol took most of the blow, leaving just a slight trail to add to the many others she had left burning. Guilt mixed itself into the ball forming at the bottom of his gut.
"That's not what I meant." she whispered when she had successfully settled down beside him in the cushions.
It wasn't what she meant and he knew that, but he also knew that what she DID mean was much more harsh. And true.
"I'm hungry." was all he stated before heading to the kitchen, his socks making a 'swish' sound with each step. Or wobble.
He wasn't hungry. She knew this. He always needed something to do with his hands, which is why a pot clattered onto the tiled floor, followed by a loud "shit!"
He was avoiding.
"I- - I can't do this." he stammered, slamming his hands on the kitchen island.
"What? Cook?" Pepper let a grimace, which was supposed to be some sort of smile, appear whilst slinking into the kitchen. She pulled her robe tighter around her slim figure while leaning back against the wall.
She wasn't getting it.
"No. I mean, this 'us' thing." he breathed. It didn't come out quite right because Pepper's face contorted.
"You're breaking up with me?" her hand flew to her mouth in incredulity as she avoided looking at him. Her body went limp, so she used the wall for support.
Seeing this, he flew to her side.
"No. That's not what I mean either." He affirmed it by slipping his arm around her waist, holding her up. He struggled a bit, at first, for he was still quite intoxicated.
"I want you to be honest with me, Tony." she meekly said through sniffs, leaning into his warmth.
He didn't want to be honest. Being honest always caused more problems rather than solving any.
So instead, he kissed her.
Pepper moaned when his knee forced her legs apart and reached between them to lift her body further up on the wall. His kisses along her collarbone were sloppy, but earned him another groan regardless. He let his chin ease back and forth in a relentless time-pattern, leaving little red and pink splotches across her chest.
She felt good, tasted good. Better than 'her'. Maybe he could forget about what he'd done.
"Tony. . . " she cried helplessly.
That little puff of air and angelic sound that left her lips made tears spring to his eyes.
He couldn't do it.
"Peps." he whispered as he took her earlobe between his teeth.
"Mhhhm?" she groaned lazily, almost purring.
"You were right."
A pair of hands shoved him hard in the chest, causing him to trip.
"About what?" she harshly whispered.
"I slept with someone else."
And just like that, Tony found himself on the kitchen floor, sobbing.
All by himself.
Time for a happier one next?
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