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His hand slowly and reluctantly moves back to his side, attempting to extract his limbs from her as gently as possible. His fingers still brush along her tummy though, and his foot over her calf. "How was your nap?" Tony asks softly, flopping over to lay on his back, features bathed in blue LED as he stares up at the ceiling. All he wants is to roll back over; to kiss her again, and to... Down, boy. He needs to try and calm down, Pepper must think he's every bit the lewd playboy he was once made out to be. Or at least really, tragically lonely. How embarrassing.