Author's Note: Hello! :waves: This is the missing chapter 7 from the otherwise T Rated fic. There may be a missing chapter 8 as well, before I resume your regularly scheduled (and yet significantly delayed, yes, I know) T Rated story. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do I would love to hear about it.
To say that Tony Stark could multitask was perhaps not quite accurate. More accurate would be to say that there was always one part of his mind occupied with planning, plotting, crafting, designing, redesigning, modifying, crunching numbers, creating algorithms, and seeing his carefully laid plans through to fruition. This was the part of his brain that plotted – whether it was the latest upgrade to an engineering project, or how best to get laid – this was the most basic part of Tony's mind and it was the lens through which he saw the rest of the world. That other people might not function like this would have been a shock to Mr. Stark.
There was another, admittedly smaller, part of his mind that was occasionally allotted the space to do other things – communicating with others, maintaining social ties, dealing with the smaller details of every day living. Largely, Tony preferred to delegate these sorts of things to Pepper, but he was capable of them. At least, he was capable in theory.
That Tony had never quite figured out how to shut his mind down and just be might explain his need to be intoxicated in order to relax, though habit and addiction undoubtedly played their part as well. Still, of the whole range of new awareness of which Tony Stark was newly capable, the knowledge that his drinking might be an issue was still not quite on his radar screen.
But this was simply how Tony's mind worked. And if it was generally known how Tony's mind worked, then his present behavior might not have surprised Pepper at all.
It was the middle of one of the afternoon conference calls – he'd already pitched his proposal to the Senator and it looked like funding for his new project might make it into the proposed legislation. The Senator's voice filled Tony's spacious office in the strange and disembodied way that happens when someone has been put on the speakerphone.
Tony looked up as the door opened, knowing that the only person it could be was the one and only person he actually wanted to see that day. In fact, the call was almost over when Pepper very quietly walked into his otherwise empty office with a cup of espresso with the requisite 3 teaspoons of sugar stirred in. He tossed her an easy smile and responded briefly to the Senator's query.
Before she could lay the cup down within arms reach and retreat away again, he reached out and without betraying anything in the tone of his response in the phone call, he took her hand. She looked at him, the question in her eyes, but he just smiled.
With his other hand he picked up the cup of coffee and tossed it back, replacing the cup on his desk. Pushing slightly away from his desk and ever-so-slightly angled toward the lovely Miss Potts, Tony pressed his lips to the back of her hand, and the ring he'd only recently placed on her finger. And then he pulled her into his lap.
To her credit, only her face showed her surprise. She made not one sound that might have betrayed him to the woman on the other end of the line.
As the Senator continued to speak, Tony took the opportunity to place delicate kisses on the inside of hand he still held, gentle, tiny kisses on her palm. Eventually he graduated to sucking on the tips of her fingers. By this point, Pepper's arm had come around his neck, a move that neatly anchored her as she shifted and wiggled in his lap in what he considered a highly satisfying manner.
When the phone call ended, it was followed by a long, low laugh that just felt like an excellent expression of his soul. He leaned up and kissed her full on the lips. Sadly, the kiss ended a bit before it ought to have, in his opinion.
"Tony Stark, you are incorrigible," Pepper reprimanded him in quite a prim fashion.
"And this comes as a surprise to you, why?"
"I told you, I have every intention of being good at work. Completely proper. No questionable behavior."
"You know where they say good intentions get you."
"You're missing the point, Tony."
"Which is that you're against a quickie on my desk?"
Her lack of a quick response, hard swallow and momentarily wandering eyes told him exactly what she thought of a quickie on his desk – maybe not such a bad idea. He put on hand gently on her thigh and let his thumb rub small circles there.
"Be honest, now." He knew he was grinning, and he knew she thought he was adorable when he grinned. He did it on purpose. He kissed just under her chin, then nibbled down her neck, then back up again to her ear. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me, Pep?" he whispered, his hand on her thigh going a little higher. He placed her free hand on his chest, just to the left of the reactor, and pressed his own hand over hers, continuing to whisper. "How priceless? How grateful I am that you're willing to hang out with me for the rest of our lives? Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
She shifted and kissed him, her tongue sweeping in and tasting like the dark chocolate she must have just eaten. Her fingers curled in, clutching at his chest and he could feel the delicious pressure of her nails over his dress shirt.
"Lock the door, Tony," she breathed against his lips.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, hardening even more so with her words than he was before. With a free hand he reached over and activated the lock from the discrete control panel underneath the surface of his desk.
"Ever done this before?" he asked as he slid his hand farther up her skirt to skim at the lace underwear he'd chosen for her this morning. Tony definitely got a kick out of knowing precisely what she was wearing underneath her clothes.
She murmured her negative reply. "I'm not sure I'll be able to come anything like quickly."
"Leave that to me," he replied in a low rumble that made her close her eyes and squirm. He brushed a hand over a peaked nipple and smiled, warming to his task.
"Have you had fantasies about me, Pepper?" he asked in that same, low voice. He kissed along her neck, in between his words. "Have you ever imagined us doing… unspeakably tasty things, right here, right on my desk?" He licked the base of her throat and sucked on it lightly, gently pinching a hardened nipple. "You may not be surprised to learn," he said softly, now coming back to her ear so he could whisper directly his response. "I have."
Her exhale was harsh as she twisted in for another kiss, this more searing than the last.
Previously he had just been lightly stroking at that loveliest of lace hidden by her skirt, but now he began to rub gently over the top of where he knew the little bundle of nerves to be.
"What happens?" Pepper gasped softly as she broke the kiss and loosened his tie, unbuttoning the second and third buttons before kissing the base of his neck, then latching on and sucking for all she was worth. Tony's mind drew a complete blank just briefly as his cock throbbed on a seemingly direct line to his neck. It was all he could do to breathe.
"In your fantasy. Tell me what happens, Tony," she replied softly, breathing and blowing over the spot. He shuddered, then brought himself back to the task at hand.
She shifted slightly, rubbing her legs together. He took the opportunity to push the lace aside and seek out the slick, full flesh beyond. She gasped as he did so.
"It starts with you walking in," he starts, back to kissing her neck up and down in between his words. "Professionally dressed, you're still sexy as hell. Gorgeous legs done up with those high heels you wear. Your eyes have got this flash to them, like they do when we you're teasing me, or when we argue. Due to any number of reasons, and believe me my dearest Virginia, there are a multitude of possible scenarios in my head, you find yourself bending over my desk."
Tony was circling a finger in between the slick folds, delving deep, then coming back to circle shallowly, and between his actions and his words, her breathing had become shallow and harsh.
"Then what?" she panted.
"I can just see the line of a garter belt through your skirt. You moan as I run my hand over the back of your thigh, up over your perfect ass, to push down a bit on your lower back. I'm usually rock hard by this point, and when I push up your skirt to your waist and push my fingers beyond the pale blue underwear that you've got on under the garter belt, I find that you're sopping wet."
Pepper shuddered again. "Then what?" she prompted, a hand at the back of his neck holding him close to her.
"Then I unzip my pants and take out Mr. Happy."
Pepper giggled. "Oh, Tony, you can do better than that."
"How about my cock?"
"Better," she whispered, almost losing her breath on a particularly deep thrust of his fingers.
"And I'm thick and hard with wanting you. So thick, Pepper," he breathed into her ear. "So hard, because I want you so badly."
Tony watched as she moistened her lips.
"Just for a moment, just to draw it out, I leave the head of my cock at your weeping entrance, and we both can barely breathe in that moment. Then you push back, and oh God, I'm inside and you're hot and tight and wet, and I think that heaven on earth is possible. With one hand on your hip and one finger on your clit, I push inside of you over and over again.
"You can almost feel it, can't you?" he asked her and was gratified to hear a whimper in response.
"Then what?" she prompted, again, and nearly inaudible this time.
"Then, Pepper… then we fuck. And it's really, really good."
"I think I might be ready for that now," she replied, all in a rush of one breath. She crawled off his lap and stood just off to the side of his computer, bending at the waist and arching her back.
He couldn't keep his hands away from her. "Spread your legs a little," he said. "A little more," he added with a smile, his hands running up her thigh, moving the skirt with it. "That's it."
She moaned softly as he took his hands from her to unzip his fly and release the uncomfortable tightness it restrained. Cock in hand, he ran the head over the slickness of her folds before pushing in and sinking into her heat fully and completely.
"Oh, God, Pepper."
Holding it here, he massaged her lower back for a moment before taking her hips in hand and thrusting in and out, over and over. Their breathing was harsh, but neither made any other sound. After a short while, Tony moved one hand around to her front, bending over her slightly to do so. He found her clit with ease and rubbed it directly with the delicious circular motion he knew she favored.
"Oh, God, Tony. Just like that," she whispered. "Oh, yes, just a little more. Just a little…"
And just like that, he could feel her orgasm clenching so tightly around him it set off him off almost instantly after. His own release felt amazing – the heat and the grip of her causing his own balls to tighten then release. The feeling of those final thrusts taking a little bit from every part of his body, a little bit of all that was good, and in Pepper's case, a little bit of his soul, thrusting it inside of her and leaving it there in her safe keeping.
It was several long moments before either of them moved, and as usual, that moment when they lost contact, when their bodies were no longer intimately connected as they had been just a heartbeat before, that was always a moment for a sigh.
Tony helped her to stand up straight, to tug her skirt down, and then kissed her softly. Holding her hand, he stepped away from the desk and led her to his private bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up, what do you say?"
...to be continued...