Pepper utters a soft, helpless sound of enjoyment into the kiss when Tony's hand slips under her shirt and tickles up her spine, her back arching gently and skin trembling at the sensation. Facing similar trouble with running out of air, Pepper gasps softly against the corner of his mouth when they're forced apart by the fact. She touches his throat lightly as she catches her breath, huffing out a faint laugh -- a happy sound -- and leaning her face against his. "I..." she begins, but doesn't really know how to continue, trailing off with a slight shake of her head as her fingertips draw errant circles against his skin. She can't deny how good this feels, all of this; and she can't deny the longing for more, but what exactly are they doing? How are they supposed to move onward from this? Trailing her fingers along his throat, she pulls her head back enough to meet Tony's eyes. "What are we doing? Where is this going?" she asks softly, tone calm. It's not that she knows much better, she just wants to hear his thoughts on the matter.