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People Who Know My Sins by atrata (PG-13)
Fandom: MARVEL UNIVERSE: IRON MAN MOVIEVERSE
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Length: 1,981
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: multifandom fic & recs by atrata
Why this must be read:
Because one of the most beautiful yet heartbreaking parts of Tony and Pepper's relationship is that she's always there to pick up the pieces when he falls apart. [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] does an excellent job showing their partnership in this piece, along with the banter that makes me love these two so much.
Pepper doesn't work well with silence; she's not used to it. She's used to Tony's chatter or his too-loud music or CNN. She's used to being the eye of the storm that is Tony Stark's life, and in moments like this, when the storm has passed and all she can see is the unending, grueling aftermath, she doesn't like it. It feels like her skin is on backwards. Here, now, it's just the soft slosh of the water and Tony's quiet gasps of pain, and she can feel the tension building between her shoulderblades. Her touch grows less gentle, and finally he says, "It's not like I'm trying, you know. I don't do it on purpose."
She feels her lips thin. "You don't not try, either. You're reckless, Tony." His chest is mostly clean, now, and she's got gauze in one hand and Dermabond in the other, and when did this become her life? His thumb hasn't stopped moving, presses into the hollow of her hipbone.
"I'm not."
"Why isn't there stealth shielding on the suit?" She glues shut a small cut on his left pectoral, and then another below the arc reactor, a little to the right.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" His thumb crawls under the too-large t-shirt, finds skin, sends heat up her spine. "I know my sweats are comfy, but--"
"Don't distract me," she says, and regrets it immediately. He opens one eye and lifts his head just a little, just enough to make the tendons in his neck stand out.
"I'm distracting?"
"You're changing the subject," she says. "If you'd added stealth capabilities to the suit last time I asked you about it, you wouldn't have been hit by a missile. A missile. God, Tony."
"And then you wouldn't be in my lap. Seems like a fair trade to me."
"Don't. Don't do this. It's not funny."
"I'm not laughing," he says, and he's not, and this is bad. This is very, very bad.
Time passes, maybe, and then Pepper gives in and slowly lowers her head until her forehead meets his collarbone. She breathes in the scent of him, of antiseptic ointment and sweat and burnt metal and blood. Inhales once, twice. His hand tightens on her hip. She inhales again. Straightens. "Put your head back down," she says, and he does, and she returns to the work of putting him back together.
People Who Know My Sins
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Length: 1,981
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: multifandom fic & recs by atrata
Why this must be read:
Because one of the most beautiful yet heartbreaking parts of Tony and Pepper's relationship is that she's always there to pick up the pieces when he falls apart. [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] does an excellent job showing their partnership in this piece, along with the banter that makes me love these two so much.
Pepper doesn't work well with silence; she's not used to it. She's used to Tony's chatter or his too-loud music or CNN. She's used to being the eye of the storm that is Tony Stark's life, and in moments like this, when the storm has passed and all she can see is the unending, grueling aftermath, she doesn't like it. It feels like her skin is on backwards. Here, now, it's just the soft slosh of the water and Tony's quiet gasps of pain, and she can feel the tension building between her shoulderblades. Her touch grows less gentle, and finally he says, "It's not like I'm trying, you know. I don't do it on purpose."
She feels her lips thin. "You don't not try, either. You're reckless, Tony." His chest is mostly clean, now, and she's got gauze in one hand and Dermabond in the other, and when did this become her life? His thumb hasn't stopped moving, presses into the hollow of her hipbone.
"I'm not."
"Why isn't there stealth shielding on the suit?" She glues shut a small cut on his left pectoral, and then another below the arc reactor, a little to the right.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" His thumb crawls under the too-large t-shirt, finds skin, sends heat up her spine. "I know my sweats are comfy, but--"
"Don't distract me," she says, and regrets it immediately. He opens one eye and lifts his head just a little, just enough to make the tendons in his neck stand out.
"I'm distracting?"
"You're changing the subject," she says. "If you'd added stealth capabilities to the suit last time I asked you about it, you wouldn't have been hit by a missile. A missile. God, Tony."
"And then you wouldn't be in my lap. Seems like a fair trade to me."
"Don't. Don't do this. It's not funny."
"I'm not laughing," he says, and he's not, and this is bad. This is very, very bad.
Time passes, maybe, and then Pepper gives in and slowly lowers her head until her forehead meets his collarbone. She breathes in the scent of him, of antiseptic ointment and sweat and burnt metal and blood. Inhales once, twice. His hand tightens on her hip. She inhales again. Straightens. "Put your head back down," she says, and he does, and she returns to the work of putting him back together.
People Who Know My Sins