I'm prepared for this ✫ I never shoot to miss

[letmetakeaselfie]

I've been here before
But always hit the floor
I've spent a lifetime running
And I always get away
But with you I'm feeling something
That makes me want to stay

Tony's heart is still beating fast, though it's been nearly an hour since his house was destroyed (yet again) by supervillains. Why his house? Why is it always him? He's not really feeling sorry for himself though, because for as much as he criticizes Fury, his plan really worked this time. His face-plate flips up as he pries off the left arm of his suit, indented dangerously close by one of those feisty Doom-bots. He flashes a wan smile over at Pepper, similarly battleworn. They really do work extraordinarily well together, he can't believe how he'd ever dismissed being partners before.

"Thanks for saving me - again." She really was good at that, and without her he'd most certainly not be standing right now. Though, yes, he is still lamenting his poor house. Oh well, easier repaired than he would be, probably.

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[efficacy]

"Mm... no ketchup. Sorry," she says with an apologetic little wince, taking a bite out of a strip of bacon and chewing thoughtfully. "Are you one of those people who puts ketchup everywhere?" she asks after a moment, her tone playful and a smile on her lips.

[letmetakeaselfie]

"...Not everywhere." This said as he dumps syrup all over his plate instead. He shrugs, nibbling on some pancake before going for a piece of bacon himself.

[efficacy]

"Ketchup or cheese," she points out with a small smile, scraping up the last of her eggs. "It's one or the other. Or both."

[letmetakeaselfie]

"Now you're onto something," he admits with a smile, for once eating much slower than her, picking through a little of everything without truly making progress on any of it except the fruit and bacon. It doesn't take him long to give up either, handing his plate back over to her and sinking back into the pillow to enjoy his coffee instead.

[efficacy]

"Not hungry anymore?" she queries even as she takes him plate from him with her free hand, setting it back on the cart and finishing up her pancakes before moving on to the fruit salad. Casually, she mentions with a crooked smirk, "Sex always makes me hungry."

[letmetakeaselfie]

A quiver of interest goes through his belly at her bald statement, even as he nearly chokes on his coffee as a result. He throws her a glance that couldn't spell out his longing any better, carefully swallowing before trying to respond. "You did do most of the work."

[efficacy]

She hums in amusement, though the look in his eyes is nothing to laugh about. Forking up a chunk of cantaloupe, she bites off a piece of it with relish, wiping a bit of juice off her lip with a finger and smirking slightly. "I seem to recall you were no slouch, either."

[letmetakeaselfie]

It gets his heartrate up all over again. "I try to always give my all," he proclaims softly, setting his coffee on his sidetable before he accidentally spills it everywhere.

[efficacy]

"Oh, I'll say," Pepper agrees, nearly purring, eyelids drooping a little at the memory of him coming all over himself. He definitely gave his all, there. Empty salad cup set aside, Pepper favors her coffee now, giving him an almost sly look over the rim as she takes a delicate sip.

[letmetakeaselfie]

A shudder ripples down his spine at her apparent recall of previous activities. He can practically see the scene playing out behind her eyes as they lid. "You know how to incentivize," he tells her, cheeks pinking slightly without his permission.

[efficacy]

She laughs lowly at that, quirking a smile that's equal parts knowing and sly behind her cup of coffee. That blush is so becoming on him. "Maybe next time it's your turn to do most of the work." It's a bold tease, very blatantly underlining the fact she wouldn't indeed mind if there were a next time...

[letmetakeaselfie]

He swallows past a very sudden dry patch in his throat, pupils blowing out slightly at her suggestion. "Did you have... something in mind?" he quests softly, wondering if there's a way to bring her fantasy to life the same as she'd done for him. Tony pitches forward a bit so he can enter her space, angling his ear towards her so she can speak into it if she wants.

[efficacy]

Pepper's smirk widens a fraction at that, a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes as he cozies up to her. Lowering her nearly empty cup, she tips her head a little toward him, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue and asking in a low murmur, "Are you asking for a story of your own?"

[letmetakeaselfie]

A soft flush climbs up his throat, biting into his lip as he nods, once. "If you have one to tell, I'm listening." It's soft, only just loud enough for her to hear.