It got to me. . . the Christmas Spirit I suppose. Therefore, I wrote this just to make myself feel accomplished. It's a fluffy one. "Finally!" you say. (:

Love you too.

Mistakes are mine. Ironman is mi- - oh wait. No, it isn't.

Tony laughed whole-heartedly and spun Pepper around with his finger extended and connected with her own. The Christmas jazz kept his hips moving to the continuing bass as she followed suit, nuzzling his cheek when she had the chance between spins and dips.
"I love this." she whispered into his ear after settling into his body. Hand in his, other on his flexed shoulder. He began to tap her swiveling waist in a loving caress.
"I thought you would." he lazily responded, sniffing her scent on that favorite spot, the one located just between her earlobe and where her jaw ended. It smelled like peppermint and spice. Sweet and sharp. Like his Pepper.
Pepper, in return, pressed her hips more tightly into his, making him grunt. She moved her chin to his chest and closed her eyes in contentment.
There they swayed, in the middle of his living room, while Jarvis monitored the sound echoing throughout his dark mansion. Just the two of them, with red and green lights hung sloppily on the door frames leading to the kitchen and hallway. A few, white colored candles threw thin trails of smoke into the air, flame throwing the loving couples embrace onto the wall. A lopsided tree stood by its lonely self in the corner, a few scattered ornaments seemed to be hanging onto the scraggly branches for dear life.
"I can't believe you did this all by yourself." she mumbled comfortably, adjusting when the cold metal of his arc-reactor grazed her nose.
Tony shook his head and chuckled. "Me either." In truth, he did have a little help from Rhodes. They'd spent at least two hours trying to make their first Christmas Eve a special one.
She looked absolutely beautiful, the short red silky dress showing her natural curves like water and glass. He, on the other hand, chose to wear a black button-up dress shirt, collared, with of course, two button unclasped near his chest, exposing a few unruly chest hairs. He'd slicked his curly mess with gel before she'd gotten here, a piece of bang falling into his eye. His long eyelashes brushed together profusely to try and get it to move aside. A few dabs of aftershave masked almost all of his musty, grease smelling self. A red stripped tie was hastily tied on as well as the laces of his black "shiny shoes" The crease going down the middle of his tux pants got along well with the crinkles of joy surrounding his lips.
"I have something to tell you." he spoke suddenly. "Well, ask really."
Pepper stopped their movement and backed away from him, giving him
room to pace as she scrutinized him. His hands were shaking, and a few drop of sweat escaped the lines of concentration on his forehead.
"I have something to tell you first."
"Yeah. No. Yeah, yeah. You go first." he rambled nervously.
She smiled wearily and took his hand, pulling his unfocused melting
gaze toward her own.
She pulled him sharply forward when he ambled a little too slowly and
laid his palm on her stomach.
"Merry Christmas, Tony."

He stared at her, unblinking in lack of comprehension at first, then in disbelieve; the only movement coming from his hand clasping the little diamond ring in his left pocket.

It truly would be the best Christmas Eve.

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Merry Christmas, you guys. So, was it a little too fluffy for me? Or you? Review, please.