Pepper gives a quick, small smile in return as Tony begins making his way toward the shower before sitting up, eyeing the menu in her hand cursorily before sitting up and picking up the phone on the bedside table, letting her legs dangle off the bed. It isn't until a moment after room service picks up that Pepper realizes the splash of water against tile comes through a little too clearly from the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder to see the door ajar-- not enough to give her a view to the shower, but definitely enough to hear the way the water hits the tile haphazardly as he moves about in the stall. She blinks at the door a few times, losing track of her thoughts for a couple of seconds before turning her head back quickly as if she'd been caught doing something naughty, picking up the conversation with room service.
She gets through most of their order when she catches a noise through the rainfall of water; a soft one, and she thinks she imagined it. But then it happens again, and this time she definitely recognizes it for what it is. Caught off guard, she glances back toward the bathroom, wide-eyed and lips shaped into a circle. Oh god. Is Tony...? No really, is he in there, doing...? Yes, yes he is. She realizes the poor room service person is practically yelling to get her attention again and she stammers an apology, snapping her head back forward as a fierce blush overtakes her face, blundering her way through the rest of the order. It's not that she minds or is uncomfortable or anything, it's a reasonable solution to his issue. It's just--
"Pepper." She sucks in a sharp breath and squeaks out a hasty thanks and goodbye to room service, clumsily throwing down the receiver. Her cheeks are flaming now as that cry echoes in her ears, a quiver rippling across her belly. The realization hits home in a hot wave of undeniable excitement; Tony was in the shower touching himself while thinking about her. Just as she thinks she's calmed down and the flush on her cheeks receded, Tony returns and she flushes all over again, spying an errant droplet dropping from his hair and sliding down his chest. Oh, no, this is too unreal. She swallows thickly, throat suddenly dry. God, he's gorgeous.
"H-hey," she squeezes out after a prolonged moment of staring, pitchy and strangely breathless, heart thudding furiously in her chest. That relief-drenched shout comes back to haunt her, her pulse fluttering wildly at her throat. "Good... shower?"
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Date: 2016-09-07 09:19 pm (UTC)She gets through most of their order when she catches a noise through the rainfall of water; a soft one, and she thinks she imagined it. But then it happens again, and this time she definitely recognizes it for what it is. Caught off guard, she glances back toward the bathroom, wide-eyed and lips shaped into a circle. Oh god. Is Tony...? No really, is he in there, doing...? Yes, yes he is. She realizes the poor room service person is practically yelling to get her attention again and she stammers an apology, snapping her head back forward as a fierce blush overtakes her face, blundering her way through the rest of the order. It's not that she minds or is uncomfortable or anything, it's a reasonable solution to his issue. It's just--
"Pepper." She sucks in a sharp breath and squeaks out a hasty thanks and goodbye to room service, clumsily throwing down the receiver. Her cheeks are flaming now as that cry echoes in her ears, a quiver rippling across her belly. The realization hits home in a hot wave of undeniable excitement; Tony was in the shower touching himself while thinking about her. Just as she thinks she's calmed down and the flush on her cheeks receded, Tony returns and she flushes all over again, spying an errant droplet dropping from his hair and sliding down his chest. Oh, no, this is too unreal. She swallows thickly, throat suddenly dry. God, he's gorgeous.
"H-hey," she squeezes out after a prolonged moment of staring, pitchy and strangely breathless, heart thudding furiously in her chest. That relief-drenched shout comes back to haunt her, her pulse fluttering wildly at her throat. "Good... shower?"