ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Pepper's body is fighting against consciousness at every step, way too comfortable to rouse completely just yet. She burrows further into the bedding and Tony's octopus-like embrace, nuzzling her face like a sleepy cat against his throat. His shifting starts to bring her out of deepest sleep despite her reluctance to wake, though, letting out a quiet noise that's almost a whine and a deep sigh that fans against his skin. Not every part of her is asleep, however, her nipple firming up under his palm and pushing against his hand through the few layers separating them, very interested in that sort of attention.