ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Only Pepper Potts could make correcting his grammar hot. He makes a tiny, embarrassing sound as their lips connect at last, his eyes immediately closing too completely out of his control. His leg slides off the couch so that their thighs touch as he leans into her and opens his mouth in invitation. He's already breathing harshly through his nose, feeling tingly all over in a way that has nothing to do with the booze. His hand comes up, also without his permission, cupping her jaw as he softly deepens the kiss, tongue stroking hers tentatively.