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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[letmetakeaselfie]

He almost misses it -- almost. A lot of people don't think Tony even knows the difference between fantasy and reality. The truth is, he feels it acutely, probably more than most people. His hand glides back up and cups her cheek tenderly, his gaze heavy and sure as it meets hers. A moment ago he didn't think there was a stopping point, but the second he'd seen the vulnerability on her face he put the brakes on automatically. He doesn't want this if she isn't sure, and once again he's caught up thinking this is all going far too fast; getting away from them both.

"Hey. Sure you do." It's weird as far as reassurances go, but people expect a certain amount of eccentricity from him by now, especially Pepper who has now seen every reach of a very peculiar man by now. "I don't want her anyway. I want you." That's all he's ever wanted, he realizes in that moment. This means so much to him, he couldn't dream of botching it. He presses a kiss to her lips, firm and constant and unlike the rollercoaster they've been on for the past few hours.

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She didn't mean to dampen the spirit, feeling a little pinch in her chest when he slows things down. She never meant to imply she didn't want this or him, the fault lying fully in her. The odd reassurance fazes her only for a tiny moment, used to his quirks by now, opening her mouth to retort only to snap it shut again when he goes on. Her expression softens, the hesitancy replaced with some tender emotion. Pepper kisses him back, firm but soft, gently pushing on his shoulder to get him to lay back and following him, all the while kissing him until he's on his back with her on top of him.

"I want you, too," she whispers truthfully against his lips once the kiss breaks, catching her breath. There's no point denying it, nor dallying; they're both consenting adults who want one another, so why wait? Still, she feels like she has to be honest about the source of her initial hesitation, confessing the root of her concerns quietly, "I just don't want to disappoint you."

[letmetakeaselfie]

His pulse quickens and his brain short circuits when she pushes him down, but he goes without a single hesitation. Yes, he thinks, this is his proper place. Under her, for real, at long last. A shiver traces up his spine at her utterance, ready to brush off her single moment of insecurity for what it was -- until she speaks up again.

Tony freezes, his hand had somehow settled at her waist in the move. His eyes are wide for a second, but then they draw in as understanding dawns. "Nothing about you could ever be disappointing," he says, such an instant reaction it couldn't have ever been rehearsed. Not that anything he says to her ever is. "If anything..." He's the disappointing one, but he can't get the words out, looking up at her in silent awe. She's so gorgeous from this position he can barely stand it.

"I want you to get everything you want," he says after a long pause, as if amending his aborted statement. If she wants him, then she has him, no holds barred. He can only hope she knows what she's getting into there.

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Pepper settles her weight on him carefully but completely, flush against him, one of his thighs sandwiched lightly between hers; his erection pushing into her hip as if in reminder. Not that she'd forgotten it, oh no. She strokes his hair gently with one hand as she watches him under her lashes, listening closely to what he's trying to convey. The look on his face is stealing her breath all over again, feeling a lump in the back of her throat; he's looking at her like she's something unique and exquisite, and she knows for certain nobody else has ever given her such a look of complete adoration before.

His pledge burrows under her skin and digs deep, drawing a quiet, shuddering breath from her as she leans down to press her lips to his, kissing him deeply and tenderly as she tries to pour all of her appreciation and gratitude into the contact. She disengages slowly, dropping one final peck to his lips before pulling away entirely, soft and short. Still watching him closely, Pepper sits up so she's straddling him, her hands going down to the hem of her shirt and slowly starting to lift it up. Pale, freckle-dusted skin of her torso is revealed inch by inch until she can pull the fabric over her head entirely, tossing it away and leaving her in her simple black bra and yoga pants on top of him, ruffled copper hair falling and spreading around her shoulders like a mane.

[letmetakeaselfie]

He lets out a shuddering breath of his own as she covers him and in that moment he feels complete. Sighing as she cards her fingers through his hair, he opens his mouth beneath hers and immediately closes his eyes in surrender. As before, he gives back as much as he gets, but without ever trying to usurp her, allowing the kiss to end when she deems it should.

As she sits up, his eyes follow her, chest still heaving as he catches his breath. When it becomes clear what she's doing however, he only loses it all over again. His gaze scores hungrily down and then up as each inch of pale, perfect flesh is revealed. The way her hair lands too, wild and unlike he's ever seen it, only lends to the sexiness of the moment. "Can I..." Tony bites into his lip, words sounding loud and almost out of place to his ears after her silence. His hands come up, hovering over her stomach, but still wanting her to tell him it's okay. It still doesn't quite feel real, and though he's sure she wouldn't have started this if she didn't intend to finish it with him, it probably won't be the last time he asks for confirmation.

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It's electrifying, feeling his gaze upon her body like a physical caress, her own breath coming just a hint heavily at the sultriness of the moment. Despite her position on top, it feels a little vulnerable to reveal herself like this to him, to have all the focus on her; and yet, unbearably sexy.

Her lips curve into a small smile at the aborted question, gently grasping his wrists in her hands and directing his onto her stomach, pressing his palms to her bare skin. "Yes," she says simply, quietly, with a tiny intake of breath at the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her tummy, her abdomen jumping gently under his touch. Licking her lips, she assures softly, "It's okay. Touch."

[letmetakeaselfie]

Glad the question didn't put her off, he nods, exhaling sharply when she takes his hands in hers. He gently kneads her flesh, ensuring that he's mapping every inch as he works from her sides up to the base of her bra then around and down her back to her hips. His cock is throbbing hotly where it's trapped between their bodies and Tony too thinks it's hot to ignore his own needs to instead focus on hers, and her gorgeous body. "You are... out of control gorgeous," he tells her, voice raspy and soft. Gaining a bit of boldness, his hands run along the waistband of her pants and up again to touch the closure of her bra, but as in the story he doesn't make a move to undress her until she says to.

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Pepper bites her lip lightly as his hands begin mapping her flesh, loving the way they slide across every curve, humming low in her throat in approval as her own hands trail lightly over his forearms, fingertips grazing lightly and not hindering his explorations. His husky compliment garners a shy smile and a hint of a blush, dipping her chin slightly. She's not used to such pretty praises, especially from him. She shifts a little restlessly on her perch, ever mindful of Tony's hard erection sandwiched between them. Stifling the urge to rock her hips against it, Pepper wets her lips and urges breathlessly on a sudden surge of boldness when Tony's fingers skip up to touch her bra, "Take it off."

[letmetakeaselfie]

He makes a mental note to compliment her as often as he can, especially when it garners such a satisfying response. But then her words make it through to him and he's nodding his obedience, clever fingers unhooking the metal clasps with practiced ease and pulling the straps forward until her breasts bounce free from the restricting device. Tossing the bra aside carelessly, his hands move back to her front, starting again at her stomach and sliding their way up until one calloused hand covers each breast, loving the way they feel in his palms. He drags his rough skin against her nipples in hopes of getting them to perk up even more, his eyes flitting to once more catch on hers and try to assess how he's doing.

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Her nipples harden slightly at being exposed to the room temperature; she doesn't have time to be self-conscious before his hands are already cupping her breasts. She exhales heavily at the sensation, breathing a soft little noise of pleasure as her head unwittingly tips back a little, eyelids fluttering but not shutting. Another quiet sound of approval escapes her when he stimulates her nipples which tighten obediently under his ministration, arching her back slightly and pushing her chest into his hands more firmly. Pepper's hands come up to grasp his arms lightly, stroking up to his wrists and back down to his elbows as her hips finally begin to undulate gently against his, unable to hold back the urge any longer -- and not even realizing she's doing it, at first.

[letmetakeaselfie]

He loves the way she leans into his touch, only encouraging him to be even more bold, kneading her flesh and pinching her nipples appreciatively. But when she starts to move her hips it's his turn to come undone, letting out a low sound of pleasure as his neck cranes back against the pillows. His hips twitch up into hers automatically and he's let go of her chest without realizing his own preoccupation, blunt nails raking down her ribcage as sensation takes him over.

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She moans appreciatively at his firmer touches, nipples pebbling into rock-hard peaks at the pinches that leave her trembling and wanting more. To her dismay, his hands drop down to her ribs, but she can't be particularly mad about it when he looks so sexy caught up in his enjoyment, baring his throat like that. She bites her lip on another little moan when he bucks up into her, nails scratching down her sides. With effort, she stills the rocking of her hips though all she really wants to do is to keep going. But that would mean a swift end to things, and she's far from being done with him yet.

"Take this off," she commands raggedly, tugging on the hem of his shirt now. "I want to see you." Fair is only fair.

[letmetakeaselfie]

There's no room for self-consciousness here and he nods, instantly stilling his hips after her lead. "Yes," he says aloud, reluctantly taking his hands off her altogether to unbutton his shirt with recordbreaking speed. He shrugs out of the sleeves and looks back up at her, pale features nearly ethereal now bathed in LED blue.

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Pleased with his instant obedience, she smiles gently, touching his cheek with her fingertips when he sits up a little to shrug off the unnecessary garment. The moment he gets the buttons undone and the pieces of fabric fall away from his chest, Pepper returns the favor and palms his pectorals tenderly on either side of the arc reactor embedded in the middle of his sternum, encouraging him with her light touch to keep upright for a while for her. She lets her touch wander indulgently, stroking slowly down to his belly, fingertips following the shape of his abs before detouring to his sides. She feels along his ribs to circle back up to his chest, lightly ghosting her thumbs against his flat nipples and giving a tiny smirk, glancing at him through her lashes.

[letmetakeaselfie]

He plants his hands on the bed to keep himself upright and within reach for her, breath coming in soft pants as she begins to touch. That smile nearly undoes him, looking dazed in return as he meets her eyes. His muscles tense up under her roaming fingers, cock twitching against her thigh despite the slow nature of everything. "You're so sexy," he sighs without thinking about it, merely stating how he feels.

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She quite likes that dazed look of his, feeling empowered by having such an effect on him. "And you," she murmurs softly and earnestly, fingers ghosting up along his flesh until they gently cup the sides of his neck; she leans in for a soft, affectionate kiss, her breasts brushing and pressing teasingly against his chest. The casing of the reactor feels cool and warm all at once, the faintest vibrations of it reverberating behind her breastbone. She doesn't linger overlong, pulling back enough to catch his eyes and smiling again, small and warm. Her hands drop to his shoulders as her mouth finds his jaw, trailing light kisses down his neck as her hands also take a downward journey, returning to tease his nipples.

[letmetakeaselfie]

Tony leans into her kiss, basking in all the attention and holding his breath when she rubs her chest against his. He wonders if the reactor feels weird or off-putting in any way, but she doesn't seem to think so and he puts it out of his mind. What she does next is far more distracting anyway, and he stretches out his neck for her, releasing tiny whimpers of appreciation; and a gasp at the teasing touch over his nipples. His hand reaches out suddenly for her hip, catching his balance and stroking his thumb idly over the bone jutting out just above the waistband of her leggings. "Thank you," he hums close to her ear, arching his throat even more into her mouth in an unmistakable display of complete submission.

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She hums her own appreciation into the crook of his neck, the tip of her tongue tracing over to the hollow and circling there indulgently, tasting the salt on his skin. Feeling his hand on her hip, she begins to rock gently once more, rubbing against his trapped cock. She wonders how it would be like, fucking him like this; riding his cock sitting in his lap, staring into his eyes as they come... the thought draws a soft moan from her, licking a wet stripe up along his throat. "I want to see you..." she begins again, stilling her hips and pulling away to dip his chin down with her fingers so she can look him in the eye. "Completely."

She quirks a tiny smirk and arches a brow, lifting up on her knees properly to shuffle back so she's straddling his thighs, her hands climbing up to the closure of his pants.

[letmetakeaselfie]

He lets out a strangled cry when she rocks her hips against his again, body becoming mighty impatient though he's content to drag this out all day if that's her intention. As with everything she's said thus far, Tony nods even before she's through with the command, a hot jolt going through his tummy when she touches the front of his trousers. Laying back down, but keeping his chin up to maintain eye contact as per her unspoken wishes, Tony threads his hands neatly through hers and unbuttons his pants, beginning to shimmy out of them without displacing her perch on his legs.

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Smiling in satisfaction at the way he continues to obey her so smoothly, Pepper helps inch the fabric carefully down his hips, taking care to hook the waistband of his boxers along for the ride with her forefingers. She's nothing if not efficient! She bites her lip on a cooing little moan of appreciation once the fabrics lower inch by inch, revealing in all its glory the impressive erection she'd only felt up until now.

"Oh," she breathes softly in delight, lips curling teasingly as she runs her gaze along his length and flicks an almost coy (if only for show) look up at him through her lashes, "My, what a big boy you are."

[letmetakeaselfie]

Heat spreads up his throat and over his face when she looks at him that way, the words sealing in the type of embarrassment that only gets him hotter. He knows objectively that he's larger than average, something not all women had liked when he was in the height of his playboy phase. He's relieved again to not be found lacking in some way by her, a feeling he's never truly had in the past, with others. If someone didn't like what he was before, it was only for one night and he could make it work. Tony doesn't want this to be like that, and he feels fear climbing up the back of his throat, making his voice quiver just a little when he responds.

"All the better to please you with, my dear." It's breathy too, but it confirms his narrative, feeling as though the sum of his parts were specifically engineered to please her in this moment. His hands fall to the sheets, yet another surrender to her as he opens himself up to whatever she has in store next.

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"Mmhmm," Pepper purrs in agreement, hardly anything but appreciative of his generous size, slowly moving off him to slip his pants off his legs all the way and tossing them carelessly aside. "I know you will. Bet it will feel so good, nice and thick inside me..."

She wets her lips in anticipation, letting her gaze linger all over his naked body he's putting on display so sweetly. God, he's gorgeous; toned and chiseled in all the right places without being overly bulky. "I think you should help me with these," she goes on languidly after a moment, on her knees on the bed, her fingers dipping under the waistband of her leggings. Again, fair is only fair.

[letmetakeaselfie]

He shudders visibly at her bald words, unable to see past the images she's conjuring up for him for long seconds. Tony feels like he's being consumed by her gaze; and that when she looks away there will be nothing left of him. It makes his heart beat even faster.

"Yes," he agrees easily to her suggestion, sitting up too fast so that all the blood pooling elsewhere rushes to his head and makes him dizzy for a second. He reaches out for her, hands on each hip as he repeats what had been done for him, hooking his fingers into her simple panties and pulling down in one smooth step. His eyes run hungrily over her skin before flicking back up to her face, feeling so perfectly at her mercy from this vantage point especially. He waits for her to lift each leg for him so he can drag the stretchy fabric off the rest of the way, flicking the articles just as carelessly off the bed to join his somewhere on the floor.

His heart leaps up into his throat then, the surface of his skin buzzing with nerves in the most pleasant way. He enjoys not knowing what'll happen, perhaps in this context only; and with this partner only. Surprise never seemed so sweet, but he allows his hands to drag over her legs, skimming up her thighs and squeezing her buttocks on their path back to her hips, unable to contain himself entirely.

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A shudder courses through her as the last piece of fabric between them is discarded, both of them finally naked as the day they were born. His gaze licks along her body like a caress, and she loves the way it feels; it's already more intense in every possible way than anything else she's ever done with anybody else. Though, she can't even remember anyone else exists at this very moment.

Her lips quirk at the corner when he gropes her ass, loving that too. She lifts a hand to stroke his cheek fondly, softly; before grasping his shoulder with her free hand for balance, throwing a knee over his hips and straddling his lap again, biting her lip at the way his cock nudges against her lower belly. "I rather like it right here," she comments huskily, smiling as she takes her perch.

[letmetakeaselfie]

He gasps sharply when she straddles him, leaning his face into her hand which must be hot to the touch. "Y-yeah?" he stammers, taking a breath to steady himself though his brain seems closer to short circuiting every minute that ticks by. "Maybe you should stay then."

His fingers roam up her sides, cupping her breasts appreciatively though they don't linger long. His hands trace back down and over her tummy as his gaze leaps back up to catch hers. All of the awe he feels for her is spelled cleanly over his face, but he's still waiting for her to tell him what comes next.