Massage no Stress

Pepper opened the door expecting the usual small squad of girls on bikini tops and short shorts displaying as masseuse and was very surprised when she found two well dressing woman with the equipment necessary for their job. They wore soothing blue scrubs, their hair was pulled in ponytails and had not made up on, and they smiled as Pepper greeted them.

"Pepper Potts I assume, Mr. Stark said you'll be greeting us." One of them said warmly, voice soothingly calm.

"Yes, actually I am."

"May we come in?"

"Of course, sorry, please come in." And they did. They carried a large bag and two massage tables. "I'll get Mr. Stark for you."

"Ah, you guys are here." Said Tony appearing from the stairs, he smiled at the two women and shook hands with them. "I've been expecting you guys for a while now."

"Really? The appointment was for 3:00 sharp, right?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little eager. Come in, Pepper would you care to join us?"

Pepper had stared at their conversation with surprise. Suddenly she realized she was been stared at and shook her head. "What? No, I'm fine, thanks."

"Are you sure? These two are miracle workers." Said Tony as the two women smiled at her. "I'm sure they can get you ..."

"I have lots of work to do, Mr. Stark. I can't afford a massage at this hour."

"Are you sure? You seem a little tense." Said one of the masseurs, frowning slightly.

"No, thanks I'm fine."

"Perhaps next time, come on, girls; the room's this way." And so Tony led them through the house and out of Pepper's view. Funny, she had seen Tony's full body massages (actually stumbled onto one once), and this wasn't the kind of girl to grant such bliss. But Pepper wouldn't know; she was usually too busy working to go get massages. She settled down to work and heard a little laughter wafting through the air and towards her, the sound of something unlocking and soft voices that Pepper was sure were carrying on a conversation she couldn't quite make out.

Tony had been expecting for these masseurs with lots of anticipation; after all Rhodey had recommended them. Pepper had been surprised at Tony's approach to the whole Holistic medicine treatments and stuff, even rubbing mint oil to his aching muscles claiming they working wonders and soothed the pain... Finally silence fell on the house, and Pepper lowered the volume of the TV, only to listen to white noise; soft waves, flutes and something that resembled the call of whales.

Suddenly her phone vibrated loudly and Pepper jumped with the noise. Checking the small screen she quickly answered. It was from the lab, they needed to talk to Tony about one of the many equations he had send barely this morning, just a little hiccup. It was quite urgent too, they were in the middle of the experiment and if he didn't answer they might loose control of the arc reactor and have it melt down, or something like that. Pepper bit her lip and got up, she would only go in, and get out, Tony would probably answer automatically it was how his mind worked. So taking off her shoes, not to make much noise and bother the session (more than she already was), Pepper hurried to the room Tony had called the 'rub room'.

She slid the door slightly open and peek inside searching around and only found the two ladies; the women signaled Tony was on the bathroom and Pepper hurried there. Tony opened the odor and she sight in relief; she'd gotten Tony only with his shirt off. Then relief turning into panic, she wasn't suppose to be enjoying the view, right?

"Hey, Potts, decided to join me after all?"

"No, you have an important call from the arc reactor team." And she handed the blackberry and turned to the general direction of the windows, where the two masseurs were sitting and smiling. Tony started to speak in mumbo jumbo terms, as Pepper looked at the massage table, amazingly well decorated in such short time, the towels were wrapped with silk strands, a bottle of oil sitting beside them, and rose petals dropped on the cotton covered surface.

"Would you like to smell the oil?" Said one of the masseurs, smiling at her, Pepper turned to look at her, surprised.

"Is it ok?"

"Please, feel free." And Pepper lifted the bottle of oil and opened the bottle to smell it quickly. It was a sweet smell, soothing and refreshing, and very manly. "We made this for Mr. Stark, he selected the oils himself."

"You can do that?"

"Of course, we just mix the oils for the benefit of the client."

"Wow."

"Forgive my asking; have you ever had a massage?"

"No, I'm usually too busy..." The woman nodded, as Tony appeared from the bathroom, Blackberry in hand and towel around his waist, nothing else.

"Alright, I'm done." He handed Pepper the phone and turned to the table; "Nice."

"Mss. Potts, sometimes you have to take time to pamper yourself."

"Yeah, Potts, pamper yourself and relax, a massage is great for that." Pepper took a deep breath and considered it. It would be nice to have that little kink on her neck released, and to take a nap while someone took care of her. But been naked in the same room as Tony Stark was more powerful than her own need to relax.

"I'll have to decline again. There's a lot I still have to do.."

"Potts, if you don't accept the offer I'll fire you." Said Tony climbing on top of the massage table, his voice was serious, and Pepper knew that if she ever came with another excuse up he would use his I'm The Boss and It's Final Card. "Well?"

"Alright, just because I want to keep my job." And the two masseurs smiled.

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When Pepper appeared from the bathroom, Tony was lying on his back over the table, eyes open and talking to the two women softly. Pepper had a towel around her, a big white towel that covered every single important bit. She was nervous.

The other table had been set beside's Tony and was nicely decorated, probably even more beautiful than Tony's, and she was guided to it.

"Hey Potts." He said, climbing on the table.

"How long will this take?" Asked Pepper, ever the personal assistant.

"An hour, probably a few minutes more. Don't worry." Said one of the women, helping her to the table. "You'll be working soon enough." Tony snorted.

"I doubt she'll be going back to work. I was having a four hand massage, Potts. Be glad I'm sharing this with you." And Pepper lay down on the table, amazed they were more comfortable than they looked. Both masseurs got to work quickly and while one fixed the towel around Tony's waist, the other fixed a smaller towel over Pepper's breast, and then fixed her waist. Soon the big huge towel she had taken from the bathroom was discarded, and she was on the table with nothing but two small towels and her blush.

"I hope you enjoy this, Pep." Said Tony, closing his eyes. "Jarvis, white noise."

Very well sir.

And the massage started.

The two women moved in complete synchronization, the same movements, at the same time, probably not the same pressure, but very alike. Pepper's eyes closed, the smell of mint and lavender mixing and calming her nerves. Small gasps and moans escaped her lips and the knots in places she didn't know she had were treated with tenderness. Oh, she'd had massages before, in her hands and feet but never a full body one; she was skyrocketed to heaven, as the woman moved down her body easing away tensions and pains. How had she gotten that knot on her hip, was it supposed to hurt when they rubbed one's ribs? Why in hell it hurt so much down her thighs? She was aware of the movements been slow and that time had come to a standstill when her feet were graced with a little amount of oil and a huge amount of pressure. Reflexology it was called, and it was heavenly.

"Alright, Mss. Potts I'm going curtain you with a towel and you will turn slowly onto your stomach, alright?" And it was done, and to her surprise Pepper didn't care if she was naked beside Tony Stark, she just wanted this to continue.

"Take good care of those legs; she's usually wearing chopsticks for shoes." He murmured as he too turned, dropping the towel from around his waist, resting quite content, naked on the table. Pepper was far too gone to care about his lack of shame; instead she took the small towel from her breast and handed it to the woman over her, humming.

Her legs were picked and massaged, one by one, pressure soothing pains at her well toned calves. Oh my, that pain was so delicious... She moaned softly, as pressure was applied to the very muscles she had to rub home with Ben Gay, the back of her lower leg, this was so delicious she was soon going away to lalaland. But Tony suddenly cried out in pain, and her instincts kicked in; she opened her eyes and turned her head to see Tony gripping tightly onto the sides of the table, eyes screwed shut.

"Deep breaths, Mr. Stark, it will be over soon." Forgetting about her own pain, Pepper slid her hand to hold Tony's, and was surprised to feel his hold release on the table and hold onto her hand. He squeezed her and opened his brown eyes to look at her blue ones; he was in pain, but managed a small smile. The suit was making this so painful for him. Pepper took several deep breaths with Tony and soon the pain was subsiding for him.

He never released her hand.

Still in lalaland, pepper closed her eyes and continued to hold onto Tony's hand. Happy to be of service, even in this little break. Neither of the masseurs said anything about them holding hands, and when they massaged and separated their hands, they were sure to put them together again, watching in silence and their fingers laced.

The best part of the massage was the last; her back. She moaned, and so did he, as painful knots that she had not idea she possessed were treated.

By the time the two masseurs were done, Tony was halfway to his mid afternoon nap and Pepper was fixing his side of their dream nest.

And they were still holding hands.

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Suddenly waking up, Pepper felt her hand been kissed. Looking at Tony, and wondering when she went to bed, Pepper couldn't think quite straight.

"Was it good for you too?" They were still on the massage tables, completely naked, but covered with huge blue towels. Tony smiled at her, apparently having woken up before she did, and looking at her, as her mind woke up her dictionary kicked in; admiring her was more accurate term at the moment. Pepper hummed, closing her eyes.

"Yeah."

"Can we do it again?"

"Definitely."

"Good, because they are visiting every week from now on."

Sometimes it paid having him been Iron Man.

"Would you like to get up?" Asked the masseurs to both of them, and Pepper turned to look at her. "Or would you like to stay in a little longer?"

"I'm staying." Said Tony closing his eyes again.

"I want to, but I have work to do."

"Stay put, lady, or I'll fire you." Said Tony, still holding her hand.

Massage no Stress: The End