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A Small and 100% Innocent Token of Gratitude by svilleficrecs (NC-17)
Fandom: MARVEL UNIVERSE: IRON MAN MOVIEVERSE
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Length: ~7,500
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: my fic at del.icio.us
Why this must be read:
Because who doesn't like some smutty goodness every once in a while? I love the slow build-up of this piece and Tony's accidental seduction, the sex is hot, the banter is perfect. It's everything a Tony/Pepper story should be.
Then the door gets flung open and Tony Stark, eyes glowing, hair suspiciously askew, flops onto the seat opposite her. "Where do you think *you're* going, Potts?"
She sits up straight. "What are you doing here?"
"This is my limo, right?" He shuts the door and strokes the polished wood armrest, then the temperature control above his head, beeping the air conditioning up to full blast. "What are you doing in here? You can't go. The night is young."
Her feet have left her feeling testy and that's probably why she says, "Speaking of *young*, where are your new friends?"
"Friends? Oh, you mean Misty and," he snaps his fingers a few times, then gives up. "The other one?" He waves a hand dismissively, then raps his knuckles on the glass between them and the front. "Home," he says. As Happy pulls smoothly out into traffic, Tony settles in, knees splaying. He notices Pepper's foot on the seat beside him at about the same time Pepper realizes it's still there and before she can set it on the floor, Tony has trapped her ankle, gripping it like the scruff of an escaping cat's neck.
She tries pulling it away. "Stop that."
He holds onto her ankle until she stops moving, then sets her foot on his knee and gets to work on the delicate ankle strap. "Have I told you these are stunning? Did I buy them for you?"
"No." She pulls again. "Now give me my foot back."
He ignores her and when he finally gets the strap open, a pink strip of raw skin is revealed, along with very thin scrape of red, where her skin has been broken. Near the end of the scrape, one small drop of blood wells. Tony's brows draw together and he whistles softly. "Ouch. That's gotta hurt. You've been injured in the line of duty. I may owe you a medal."
"It's fine," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm fine. I'm just tired."
He rubs his thumb right below the scrape. When he looks up, his expression has gone serious. "I never pegged you as a masochist, Miss Potts."
She says sharply, "I work for you, don't I?"
He smiles, but his eyes are suddenly sad. Slowly, very gently, he slides her shoe off her heel, then her toes, then he's cradling her foot, examining it. "You know, the last thing in the world I would ever want to do is cause you pain, Miss Potts. That's the very last thing." He strokes his thumb over her instep. "May I?"
"May you what?" she asks warily.
He gives her foot the strangest look as he slides the pad of his thumb up her sole. The sensation edges perilously close to a tickle before it shifts and melts into a warm, pleasurable release of tension and involuntarily, her toes curl. He curls them over a little further, then back, stretching them. He works his blunt fingertips between them as far as the nylon web of her stockings will allow.
"Mr. Stark, I really don't think--"
He holds up a hand and looks mildly offended. "Please, Miss Potts. With all that you do for me, all that you have done..." His thumbs work their way up around the ball of her foot and it almost hurts, but then it just feels sinfully good. He continues, looking her dead in the eye, "Would you please allow me this small and one hundred percent innocent token of gratitude."
A Small and 100% Innocent Token of Gratitude
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Length: ~7,500
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: my fic at del.icio.us
Why this must be read:
Because who doesn't like some smutty goodness every once in a while? I love the slow build-up of this piece and Tony's accidental seduction, the sex is hot, the banter is perfect. It's everything a Tony/Pepper story should be.
Then the door gets flung open and Tony Stark, eyes glowing, hair suspiciously askew, flops onto the seat opposite her. "Where do you think *you're* going, Potts?"
She sits up straight. "What are you doing here?"
"This is my limo, right?" He shuts the door and strokes the polished wood armrest, then the temperature control above his head, beeping the air conditioning up to full blast. "What are you doing in here? You can't go. The night is young."
Her feet have left her feeling testy and that's probably why she says, "Speaking of *young*, where are your new friends?"
"Friends? Oh, you mean Misty and," he snaps his fingers a few times, then gives up. "The other one?" He waves a hand dismissively, then raps his knuckles on the glass between them and the front. "Home," he says. As Happy pulls smoothly out into traffic, Tony settles in, knees splaying. He notices Pepper's foot on the seat beside him at about the same time Pepper realizes it's still there and before she can set it on the floor, Tony has trapped her ankle, gripping it like the scruff of an escaping cat's neck.
She tries pulling it away. "Stop that."
He holds onto her ankle until she stops moving, then sets her foot on his knee and gets to work on the delicate ankle strap. "Have I told you these are stunning? Did I buy them for you?"
"No." She pulls again. "Now give me my foot back."
He ignores her and when he finally gets the strap open, a pink strip of raw skin is revealed, along with very thin scrape of red, where her skin has been broken. Near the end of the scrape, one small drop of blood wells. Tony's brows draw together and he whistles softly. "Ouch. That's gotta hurt. You've been injured in the line of duty. I may owe you a medal."
"It's fine," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm fine. I'm just tired."
He rubs his thumb right below the scrape. When he looks up, his expression has gone serious. "I never pegged you as a masochist, Miss Potts."
She says sharply, "I work for you, don't I?"
He smiles, but his eyes are suddenly sad. Slowly, very gently, he slides her shoe off her heel, then her toes, then he's cradling her foot, examining it. "You know, the last thing in the world I would ever want to do is cause you pain, Miss Potts. That's the very last thing." He strokes his thumb over her instep. "May I?"
"May you what?" she asks warily.
He gives her foot the strangest look as he slides the pad of his thumb up her sole. The sensation edges perilously close to a tickle before it shifts and melts into a warm, pleasurable release of tension and involuntarily, her toes curl. He curls them over a little further, then back, stretching them. He works his blunt fingertips between them as far as the nylon web of her stockings will allow.
"Mr. Stark, I really don't think--"
He holds up a hand and looks mildly offended. "Please, Miss Potts. With all that you do for me, all that you have done..." His thumbs work their way up around the ball of her foot and it almost hurts, but then it just feels sinfully good. He continues, looking her dead in the eye, "Would you please allow me this small and one hundred percent innocent token of gratitude."
A Small and 100% Innocent Token of Gratitude