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✵ the conversation stopped and i looked down at the ring ✵

This has the makings of every Tony Stark party to date, plus a few. It's loud, dark; and so totally nineties. It's his era, he can't help himself. Big yellow sunglasses accompany his light-colored suit, hair slicked back and a smile glued on his face. He's ready to make this an affair no one will ever forget.

Before making his way out, he stops to see her, hanging in the doorway as she pulls on her dress. "Did I get you that?" he asks, slowly slipping into the room to help her zip. It's been a few days since he's seen her -- they've barely spoken. Sometimes he gets up long before her and is in the lab long after she gets home. Though they sleep in the same bed, it's as if they lead entirely separate lives at times. He owes her so much more, this week especially, and this is his grand occasion to make up all his misgivings.

He smiles softly, thinking of their night under the stars. Eating diner burgers and garlic fries and looking over their life together. It was impossible to look forward so they had looked back, enjoyed the past for what it was. Though he had never accepted there wouldn't be a future for them, he had had to entertain the possibility that his father would let him down one last time. Fortunately for everyone, Howard had come through, and just in the nick of time.

Tony's forty today and it feels ancient. He's known Pepper for well over half his life and here they are. Once her dress is secure, he pulls her into his arms from behind, hands winding possessively around her waist. "I can tell everyone to go home." Maybe he really should have listened -- made this an intimate affair. But the wedding would be small -- quaint and New England in every way. The engagement had to be big. West Coast big. He sighs against the side of her face, unable to keep from grinning.

He is very, very drunk when he gets up on stage, but no one here expects anything less. He has a glass of champagne and he calls Pepper out of the crowd. This is it; their moment. The one his family's been pushing him for since the moment they'd met. "Damn," he says into the mic as she stands, whistling lowly and shaking his head. "What took me so long?"

It gets laughter, of course, but then it's quiet like a library. The New Haven library where they first met, even. No music, no nothing. When Pepper joins him , a walk that seems to take forever, he doesn't hesitate to get down on one knee, his glass left on the podium as he pulls a box out of his pocket.

"I know you wanted to keep this small, so naturally I did the exact opposite." He drops the microphone so he can pry open the box, a giant but tasteful vintage stone shining up at her. Tony swallows back his nerves, playing up the cheese for the crowd, tipping his head with a lopsided smile. "Now that I'm not dying, what do you say?"

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"Well, you know, there's a saying. If something's well planned, it's already halfway done." And they'd certainly taken their time thinking about it.

"...Are you seriously kissing my feet?" she says on a small giggle, perhaps breaking the sexy mood a little, but she's unable to help her endeared amusement.

He smiles up at her, pushing his nose over the top of her foot. "Problem?" Tony drags his lips along her sole, enjoying the imagery he must be creating for her in the mirror. She can laugh if she wants, it won't deter him in the least.

"It's not a problem, just..." her words cut off on another light laugh, leg twitching. It's not that her feet are ticklish, per se, but that does admittedly tickle a little.

He bites the inside of his lip to keep from laughing too, remaining focused on his singular task. Tony gives her foot a break, running his tongue along the strap of her shoe. And then he's moving back up before she can react, gently pressing his fingers into her hip while his face goes between her legs. He doesn't pause, mouthing the lace gently with a deep moan meant to reverberate.

Her lingering chuckle turns into an inarticulate shout as he suddenly rears up and buries his face between her thighs, her stomach hollowing as it contracts sharply -- one hand flies out to clutch Tony's shoulder tightly and the other at his hair, trembling and moaning at his hot breath against her sensitive flesh, the press of his mouth and the lace, the vibrations of his voice. It's a miracle she stays standing up instead of tipping right over. "Oh, Tony," she sighs as she cracks her eyes open enough to see the picture they make in the mirror, blatantly sexy and sensual.

He rumbles in response, raking his nails lightly over her hip bone, moving the lace aside and replacing it with each little movement. Tony begins to add his tongue, tasting her through the fabric and humming his approval. He enjoys the way she clings to him, pressing his other hand into the back of her thigh to encourage it even more blatantly, shaking his head gently to wind her up even further. He likes the tease of it, and that these items were purchased with him in mind. Why would he want them off so soon? His other hand squeezes the back of her thigh firmly in farewell before creeping higher, arching up a little so he can reach her breast, dragging his palm along the lace and kneading her through it.

He knows too that she's still watching and that makes his cock jump against the closure of his pants. He's enjoying that too, being trapped and shut away while he enjoys her and makes her feel good. His fiancee. Wow.

Pepper cries out softly when his tongue enters the play, hips twitching in reaction and bumping her against his mouth. "Oh god, oh!" A trembling moan escapes her lips as Tony shakes his head, her entire body quaking a little as more wetness pools between her thighs and dampens the fine lace even further, fingers tightening their grip on him. When she'd gotten this set with tonight in mind, she'd never pictured it prompting anything like this, the sheer eroticism of what they're doing heating her blood.

She loves everything about the slow tease of Tony caressing her through the lace to the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her bare skin, she really does -- but she's also starting to feel the frustration of not being able to do much to reciprocate other than rake her fingers through his hair; at the fact that as exquisite as his mouth feels, the lace runs just enough interference for it to not be quite enough.

"Tony, please..." she pleads on a little whine just as his palm finds her breast, gasping as her pebbled nipple rubs against the garment and his hand, her stomach clenching in response.

At her words, his face leans up, catching her eyes against his -- dark with arousal and the need to please her; to give her exactly what she wants. His tongue runs against his bottom lip, fingers still rubbing against her nipple through the bralet while he waits.

"Yeah? What is it, honey? What do you want?" He rubs his cheek against her hip, his other hand gently easing her panties down at a snail's pace. "Tell me, let me make it happen for you."

She groans a little when he pulls his mouth away, her breathing coming a little faster and shallower now. Her head spins a bit at the combination of his words and rubbing fingers, having trouble finding words for a moment.

"I-- yes, take them off," she sighs in agreement as he begins inching the panties down, fingers curling tightly into his hair. "I need more, please, I need you."

His hand runs down over her ribs before settling at her stomach, pressing gently to give her something to lean against. "You have me, Pepper. Keep talking to me." Tony pulls the garment down and away, though he doesn't let them fall yet, holding them at her knees as he leans in to repeat the kiss from earlier, flicking out his tongue at the last moment.

Pepper sucks in a sharp breath at the contact, unhindered by the lace, body bowing forward slightly and leaning against his hand, her own grasping onto his shoulders tightly on an exhaled cry of pleasure, a shudder working its way up her spine. Her eyes squeeze shut as heat spreads through her, belatedly remembering Tony's request to keep talking.

"God, ah, yes-- oh Tony, that feels so good... god, I love you," she whimpers, panting breaths escaping between parted lips. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He wouldn't stop now even if he wanted to for some reason, effectively egged on by her voice -- he loves her voice. Already ragged from his attentions, which only serves as further motivation for him. Though he's nervous; afraid he's somehow forgotten how to do this. He'll remember, he convinces himself, though all his movements are edged in uncertainty and uncharacteristic insecurity.

Slowly; and most carefully he licks inside, hand continuing its track down until his thumb can serve the duel purpose of holding her open for his mouth and provided added stimulation to her clit. The panties finally drop from his grip, pooling around her ankles as his other hand braces gently against her knee. Despite his nerves, it's obvious he's fully committed to this; as in it as the ring on her finger would suggest.

A low moan leaves her lips as his thumb pushes downward, the pressure combined with the slide of his tongue exquisite; the lace brushes lightly against her legs as they slip down to her ankles. She's not so lost in the pleasure as to not notice how careful he's being, having a hard time mistaking it as anything but hesitancy after their dry spell. One hand lifts from his shoulder to delve into his hair, stroking through the strands in effort to reassure further.

"Oh, yess, just like that..." she breathes on a tail-end of another moan. "God, that's so good. I've missed this, the way you touch me-- how amazing you always make me feel."

The muscles low in his abdomen contract, affected by her words in a way that drives him towards urgency. He still wants to take his time, but his body wants more; needs her just as much. While his tongue moves in lazy strokes designed to wind her up, his hand smooths down over her calf again, lingering over her foot and tracing the straps of her shoes before moving to the closure of his pants to try and haphazardly free himself. His head moves back into her hand, silently begging for more while he not-so-silently groans at her taste coating his tongue. It's like riding a bike, he thinks, feeling foolish for the comparison even while he gains confidence in his movements, though he hesitates short of touching himself, hand parking in the waistband of his boxer briefs as the buttons on his slacks come open.

"How do we look?" he pulls back enough to ask, voice husky and desperate even as he delves back in.

She bites down on her lip, a short whine tearing from her at the way he groans against her flesh, feeling the vibrations of it more clearly then hearing his voice in her ears. The pleasure coils slowly and hotly, tighter and tighter, somewhere low in her abdomen. She can't keep her hips from rolling slightly, nudging herself gently against his mouth in accordance with his caresses, obligingly fisting his hair more firmly. His touch is electrifying, warm fingers skating along her skin and the stubble of his cheeks brushing against her inner thighs.

"Lovely," she breathes in response after a beat, watching the picture they make in the mirror. "I've never seen anything so beautiful than us, like this; your face between my thighs, my fingers in your hair." With a quivering sigh, she warns him softly as the muscles in her tummy tighten as if in agreement, "You're going to make me come..."

His eyes roll back at her assessment, lightening up just a little to draw out her orgasm, fingers slipping into his underwear and stroking the damp head of his insistent erection. Another grunt leaves him at the combined sensation, her nails scratching against his scalp as she rocks her hips against his mouth.

"Do you want to?" he asks stiltedly, mouthing much slower now, his hand sliding up and brushing wetness over her stomach to keep from overstimulating her. His hand pumps a few times as he waits for her answer, nudging his nose against her clit since his thumb had just abandoned the post. "Tell me."

She watches him under heavy lids through the mirror, unable to keep a small moan from rising when his hand slips under the waistband of his boxers to stroke himself, aroused twice as much at seeing him affected so by what he's doing to her. Though she's tempted to have Tony bring her to an orgasm using his mouth, there's something she's missed more.

"I want..." she trails off with a whimper at the nudge, pausing to catch her breath. "I want to come with you inside me."

He can't stifle another groan at the askance, lapping at her greedily even as he processes the words. He's missed it too, so much, being connected to her this way. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, shimmying out of his pants as he rises up along the length of her body, stepping out of them once he reaches his full height.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he admits, grabbing at her hip roughly as he forces his lips over hers in a crash of their mouths, tongue sliding in the second he's able to allow her to taste herself.

Pepper struggles for breath, watching him closely, anticipation thrumming in her veins. She wastes little time grabbing him as she straightens up, pulling even as he pushes closer, their mouths smashing together hungrily. Her tongue strokes his, issuing her own groan at the taste of herself in his mouth, her head spinning at the sexiness of it all. Her hands roam eagerly over his warm skin, touching wherever she can and moaning into his mouth as her hips slot snugly against his, his hard erection trapped between them.

He's already breathing heavy, making it almost impossible to sustain the kiss. Tony's fingers close over her wrist, pushing her hand down to rest over the front of his shorts, rocking his hips forward in an anything but subtle way. He wants her to feel how much he wants this; and how hard he got from servicing her. "I want to watch now," he huffs against her mouth, turning away for just a second to look into the vanity mirror. His attentions are back on what's in front of him soon enough, both hands leaving hers to reach around her back to unhook her bra, licking at the corner of her lips.

A low groan of want tinged with desperation spills from her lips when Tony guides her hand down to his crotch, palming the hard bulge eagerly through the fabric, rubbing and squeezing gently along the length of him as he rocks against her hand. "Tony... yes," she sighs in heated delight, shivering a little at the feel of him; so hard because of her, because of what they're doing-- she can't wait to have him inside of her. The fingers of her free hand slip beneath the waistband and start pulling downward, impatient to divest him of the article of clothing separating them even as her skimpy bra loosens around her thanks to Tony's talented hands. She's loath to take her hands off him long enough to shrug it off though, hindering also her own attempt to pull his underwear down one-handed. Tipping her head, Pepper parts her lips wider to give him a brief, sloppy kiss even as her hand slides down his length to fondle his balls through the shorts.

His breath hitches sharply at her touches, wetting his lips a second before her mouth descends on his again. He's enjoying the haphazardness to it, though he'd initially intended to draw out the encounter. It isn't going too fast, it's just fueled by pent-up passion and hopefully, love. The everlasting kind.

"You like the way I feel?" He licks his lips again after the kiss, if it could really be called that, nudging his nose up against her ear before speaking lowly into it. "You like that you did this to me. You're practically begging for it, my cock inside you." Tony knocks her hand away though he's loathe to do it, carefully stripping off the last of her lingerie. He doesn't let it fall right away, rubbing one lacey cup against his cheek.

"I really like your outfit," he says around a swallow, gaze briefly following her bra as it tracks to the ground to join her little yellow dress and little yellow panties. "But, yes, it does look better on the floor. Sorry." He brings her hands back to his front to help him strip off the last thing keeping them apart, biting his lip at the heels she's still wearing. Those will be the hardest ones to convince himself to remove, but he clumsily strips off his socks before sinking down in front of her again.

It's Pepper's turn to catch her breath on a small, needy moan at the incendiary words rumbled into her ear, feeling the effects of his dirty talk go straight between her legs and causing more wetness to gather there, fighting the urge to squeeze her thighs together to relieve the pulsing ache. "Yes," she breathes raggedly as Tony pulls off her bra, watching under heavy lids. "God, yes, I need you so badly."

Her lips quirk a little at his assessment on her outfit, but any response she could have made is forgotten in the face of eagerly assisting him in pulling down his underwear, unable to resist brushing her fingers against his bare cock. Her hands settle on Tony's shoulders when he lowers himself again, knowing what he wants; she'll allow it, aware that they'll throw off their alignment for what she has in mind. Slipping one foot free of the panties still around her ankles, she rubs the side of it against Tony's leg before lifting her heeled foot gently on top of his thigh to better accommodate the removal of her shoes.

He breathes in sharply at the touch, as grateful as he is disappointed that it can't linger. Then he's on his knees again before her and he has to just watch -- stare at her for long seconds as a feeling of belonging settles in his stomach, ridiculously strong. This is where he lives, by her side and at her feet. Anyone outside this room can believe what they want about their epic relationship that's lasted through drama unmatched, but here in a space that's only theirs Tony worships Pepper with all that he has.

His fingers are drawn to the straps, covetously sliding over them again before undoing them with his full concentration. It's inexplicably pleasant the way her rough heel scratches against his quadricep, indenting the skin as he works the buckles open and places a kiss to the top of her foot. She had questioned him before, and so his eyes flick briefly up as he removes her heel, nuzzling the leather against the side of his face before carefully setting it aside and reaching for her other foot.

Pepper feels it in his every touch, every look; tonight moreso than ever before, which is saying something. She takes one hand off his shoulder and strokes his hair gently, smiling lovingly down at him as her fingers delve through the strands before skipping down to his cheek, thumb brushing his lips lightly. Life with Tony hasn't always been easy and it's unlikely to change, but she loves this man so thoroughly and so deeply that sometimes her heart overflows with it. She can't picture ever not having him by her side.

She watches closely as he works the tiny buckles, mesmerized by the movements of his clever fingers. Her tummy tightens a little at the kiss on her foot, lips parting to breathe out a soft exhale at the seemingly innocent gesture as she meets his gaze. Setting her bare foot back on the cool floor, she switches slowly, lifting her still heeled foot on his thigh now with a knowing little smirk-- the lacy scrap of her underwear dangling around her ankle still.

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