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

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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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His look turns mildly incredulous, though the affection never leaves his features. "What, I can't kiss my new fiancée? Am I not attractive to you anymore? Are we going to be one of those married couples?" A little zing goes through his middle at the thought, lips twitching up. They're going to be a married couple. It's surreal and awesome all at the same time.

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Pepper laughs, eyes sparkling with mirth and happiness as she wraps both arms tightly around his neck.

"Well, you know what they say-- when the spark is gone, it's gone," she teases on through a grin, battling more giggles as the word settles in warmly. Married. The ring's been on her finger all night, but it's not until now that they're alone that the meaning of it really sinks in.

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He leans into her, radiating just as much happiness and love. "Not in trouble then?" he asks, kissing her cheek gently as his hands catch at her waist.

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She hums, playfully pensive, before finally declaring, "I might need another kiss to be one hundred percent sure."

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"Another kiss, huh." He works his jaw as if he's mulling it over, but then suddenly uses his hold to dip her like a black and white movie and kiss her deeply at the low point.

Edited Date: 2015-02-14 03:31 am (UTC)

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Pepper's grip on him tightens, her surprised squeak smothered by his mouth. Blood rushes to her head, but all she can do is smile into the kiss, returning every slide of lips and tongue. "Forgiven," she hums happily, tugging gently at his bottom lip with her teeth.

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His own grin is triumphant as he smoothly pulls her back upright without breaking the kiss, tongue running covetously over her lip as if in gratitude for the tug. "If only I could win every argument this way," he manages, breathing thready though he doesn't let it stop him from kissing her all over again, nudging her deeper into the room.

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Pepper snorts a slight laugh at that. "Yeah, I wouldn't advise you to try," she retorts against his mouth, slightly muffled, before taking it up a notch and kissing back hungrily, backing up and pulling him along as he nudges her. They might hit something other than the bed but that'll probably work too tbh.

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"When have you ever known me to do what's advised?" he challenges, hissing as his hips bump hers, the unyielding vanity catching her just in time.

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"Never, but you can occasionally work out what's good for you," she snarks back, breathing out a ragged little exhalation as her butt hits the edge of the vanity, one hand flying back to brace against the top of it as she bucks brazenly back into him; hooking a leg behind his knee, her hips rub against his in a kind of swiveling shimmy that leaves little room for ambiguity.

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He lets out a cry against her ear, which quickly turns into a whimper at the way she writhes against him. Tony couldn't be more grateful that she seems as wound up as he is, hand running down over her thigh in an obvious rejoinder. The truth was they were never going to be one of 'those' married couples. They were always going to be disgusting to anyone who encountered them because if the spark is still this fresh after 20 some odd years, it's not going out.

"I'll give you that," he lets out breathlessly, moving in and hand closing over hers for support. Which brings him to another cause. "What about the ring? Do you hate it? Is it too much?" Before he can go on forever he kisses her, hard, eyelashes fluttering against her skin for how close they are now.

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She shivers when he palms her thigh, heat already blooming at the juncture of them, but this isn't just about sex. It never is, of course, but they haven't really done much by way of physical intimacy since Tony came back home. He was in recovery and Pepper had concerns about the arc reactor -- then along came the palladium poisoning, all in a fairly short span of time. But now they're finally here, engaged to be married. It's still a little unbelievable.

"Of cou--" Her response is cut off by his kiss, moaning into it as she tastes his mouth with relish, the hand on his shoulder fisting the collar of his shirt. Breathing hard when they break apart again, she goes on, "Of course I don't hate it, it's beautiful. Maybe slightly flashier than I'd normally go for, but I can forgive that."

As if in emphasis, she pushes her mouth back to his, wasting no time licking inside.

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"Okay," he gets out, moans drowned out by her mouth as his thumb gently strokes over the back of her hand in sharp contrast to the obscene way he kisses her back. When he gets to thinking about how long it's really been -- since they've been intimate -- it makes him feel lacking; and like he has something to prove. He knows Pepper doesn't feel that way, but with how mixed up he's been that part (arguably the most important part) never really entered the equation. "Because if you want a different one..."

Tony's hand moves right up the inside of her thigh, gently stroking between her legs through her panties. God how he's missed this. Missed her, this way.

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"I don't want a different one," she barely gets out, breathless, shaking her head before anything else she may have been about to say gets cut off by a sharp breath, a whimper escaping her lips when his hand slips between her legs to stroke her. "Oh, Tony-- oh, yes..." she sighs, her dropping back a little, tightening her grip on the edge of the vanity.

It's only a light touch, but the gentle care he takes combined with the fact that it's been so long since they've been able to enjoy each other like this are already inflaming her, color rising to her cheeks as heat courses through her.

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Her words crash into him, relief settling in the pit of his stomach with something else; something much more primal. Judging the distance between their feet so he doesn't get a stiletto through his toe in the process, Tony gently turns her with his other hand, pushing at her hip until her backside is flush against his rapidly forming interest. Satisfied with their arrangement, the hand that never left her center lightly moves over her underwear, catching on sensitive parts and rubbing the tips of his fingers over them through the fabric - his blunt nails providing added friction.

Tony's eyes dart up from his task, wide and wanting, to catch hers in the mirror; to watch her come apart. He wants this to be all about her, his birthday or not. There are much more important milestones taking place this night, and he's all too ready to give up his crown. "Look at yourself," he murmurs into her ear. "Look at how sexy you are. How perfect." How could he not want to spend the rest of his life with her, being the ultimate implication.

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"Tony..." she breathes out, cheeks blushing, torn between abashment and arousal at his words. But the vision in the mirror makes her breathing stutter, heat licking along every nerve in her body. One of her hands braces against the counter top to hold herself upright, bending over just a little; Tony at her back, lips at her ear and one hand slipped between her thighs, stroking her under the hem of her pretty yellow dress.

She's always thought they're beautiful together, aesthetically, but the contrast between her pale hair and skin next to his darker coloring strikes her as particularly appealing in the low lighting of the room. With a low moan, her hips roll lightly to rub herself against those wonderful fingers, her bottom pushing into his pelvis in the process. "Unzip me," she murmurs between shallow breaths, chest heaving.

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He's making the same connections, tracing her features in the mirror before his eyes slide over his own. He doesn't look forty, right? A little gray or not. And she certainly doesn't look like she's marrying a forty-year old guy, as beautiful as ever perfect Pepper Potts.

Tony gently shakes his head as he pushes his nose into her throat, deft and callous-roughed fingers moving under the garment and pushing them down out of the sight of the reflective surface. He's a man, he always wants to get her naked -- so what gives? There are a few factors here, his free hand taking hers, and placing it over her stomach almost like a posable doll. Here they are, him in his smart suit and her in her pretty dress, big diamond displayed prominantly over her middle as his fingers work her over under their party clothes, gasping into her ear at how wet he finds her.

"Not yet. I like the way we look," he confirms his motives aloud, gently trailing his lips over her neck, letting her feel how hard he is through his trousers as she leans back against him. He needs to take a mental picture of this moment before it's gone forever.

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Pepper gives a soft cry when his fingers slip under her panties and stroke over her mound to gently delve deeper, rough fingers petting and stroking soft, sensitive flesh made slick by her desire for him. Attempting to widen her stance a little for him, she digs her own fingers at her belly in a little, tensing into the silky fabric, the stone of her ring catching the feeble light and winking at them through the mirror.

Pepper doesn't notice, though, tipping her head back to Tony's shoulder as his lips caress her throat, the hand on the vanity lifting up and moving to the back of Tony's neck instead.

"Oh, Tony. I've missed the way you touch me, just like this..." she croons, a nearly drowsy edge to her voice as the warmth pulsing between her thighs spreads and relaxes her, the heated passion from a moment ago calming into something more leisurely sensual. She can't even be upset about his denial when he's making her feel this amazing, breathing life back into their old connection; his hard erection pressed against her backside a reminder how much he's missed this, too.

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"Sorry," he huffs out, knowing she won't appreciate the apology. But it's been him keeping this from happening and they both know it. It was unacceptable and selfish -- he really hadn't anticipated the hit his ego would take in this moment, which is why he needs to take it in. Remind himself how damn lucky he is. "You'll never have to miss it again."

That's better. That's real. Slowly, his lips work her flesh in time with his fingertips, stroking a little firmer now. His hand goes to the zip of her dress and pulls it down with practiced ease, careful never to vacate her gaze in the mirror.

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She hadn't meant it as a reprimand, but she finds it hard to muster up the focus or interest to scold him for apologizing, not when he applies a little more pressure and pulls a low moan out of her, hips circling just slightly in time with his touches. The sound of the zipper sliding down seems unnaturally loud in the quiet of the room, the dress loosening around her and one of the straps slipping down her arm on its own. The bra underneath is a sheer lace concoction in white and same pale yellow as the dress, meant to be seen rather than to cover up or support; her own concession to Tony's birthday.

"Do you remember our first time?" she asks out of the blue with a lazy smile, her tone low and warm as she fondly recalls it herself -- it had been hard to tell which of them had been more nervous, at the time. They've had some practice, since then.

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His breathing goes even shallower as he realizes the lace wasn't part of the dress at all, groaning softly as his free hand moves over the fabric, appreciating it and the woman underneath. "Of course I do," he replies instantly, easily. There are just some things you never forget. Slowly, with reverence, his fingers pull away from her slickness, Tony bringing his hand up and popping them into his mouth to try out her taste. But also so he can start to pull the dress off without making a mess, tugging it down as he presses his face into her shoulder, calling up the memory.

"I really thought your mom was gonna kill me," he says around a chuckle, even as the dress pools to the floor and he has to take a breath in just to hold it.

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Pepper shivers at his exploration, pebbling nipples pushing up against the fine lace, even as the loss of his touch between her thighs garners him a small whine of protest.

It hadn't been amusing at the time, but now Pepper gives a small, breathless laugh at the memory of them getting caught by her mom in a compromising embrace. "Getting killed would have probably been less painful than the lecture about responsibility and safe sex she gave us after calming down."

Her fingers tighten against his skin at the nape of his neck as she silky dress slips off her frame, her panties matching the bra -- of course. "Do you like it? I got this set just for tonight."

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"Probably. Elaine Potts is a scary lady," he says in his defense, but it's all affection. He loves Pepper's mom like he had his own, they were all already a family. It was just a matter of finally making it official.

But then he has to take them in all over again, him still in his suit and her... "Do I... Pepper." He kisses the side of her face, hunger and love in his eyes in equal measure. "Is this my birthday present?" One hand comes up to squeeze a breast, covetously feeling her through the lace. It's a damn good birthday, maybe even the best.

"I love it. And you. God fuck you're gorgeous."

Edited Date: 2015-02-18 09:13 pm (UTC)

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Pepper gives a soft, amused hum, thinking of her mother just as fondly. Though Pepper's practical nature comes undoubtedly from her late father, the tendency to remain calm and steady under fire is pure Elaine -- until something really and truly shook their composure. Then it was just best to get out of the way.

She tips her head a little into the kiss, smiling. "Uh-huh," she replies to the question, trailing off into a quiet whimper as his hand covers her breast and squeezes gently through the fabric, the lace rubbing lightly against her nipple; a teasing hint of pink amid the fairly sheer white and yellow patterning. She lifts her free hand to cover his lightly on her breast, curving her back a little to bump her bottom against his erection, frustrated and aroused in equal measures by the fact that he's still wearing all of his clothes while she stands nearly naked. The picture they make in the mirror this way is so plainly erotic that it sends another jolt of heat down her abdomen, pulsing hotly between her thighs.

"Love you, too," she sighs, rubbing her cheek against his. "Happy birthday, husband-to-be."

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His eyes close briefly, nuzzling back against her as those words tug a string in his chest. Tony leans in to kiss her gently, though it's brief, drawing himself away from her as she leans back. His hand remains under hers though as he shifts around to her front, bowing his head so she never loses sight of herself in the mirror. If she got these beautiul panties for him he's absolutely going to enjoy them.

His cheek rubs against her other breast, sighing at the feeling of the scratchy fabric and her tightening nipple underneath. Though some men might prefer a little more to grab a hold of, Pepper's breasts were perfect in his eyes, just like everything else about her -- body and otherwise. He nudges his nose against her nipple, pushing the lace up against it and smiling softly.

"Are you looking? Look at the mirror, not at me," he reminds her gently, wanting her to see herself the way he sees her. Tony moves to stand on his knees, nose hitting her stomach just below the bra line, his tongue darting out to trace his mouth's downward track. One hand grips her wrist while he flips off his loafers impatiently, pressing his lips against her belly button then below, then over the band of lace holding up the tiny scrap of fabric. His other hand moves to squeeze her ass through them, looking all the way up at her through dark lashes. "Thank you."