We were interrupted by the door opening.
"If I a dollar for every time I've walked in on you doing that—" Rhodey joked.
"You'd be a billionaire, we know," Tony joked.
I stood up reluctantly, "Well I'll leave you too to talk," I said kissing Tony on the cheek and heading for the door.
Tony started sarcastically, "Thanks a lot Rhodey, all I got was kiss on the cheek and before you showed up I was pretty sure tha—"
"I can still hear you Tony," I laughed eyeing him.
"Oh I know you can," he joked.
I laughed leaving the boys to themselves and headed for the kitchen.
I went straight for the Hot Cocoa, almost giddily. I then sat down on the couch, Blackberry in hand, huge cup of Cocoa in the other. After a few minutes Tony came up the stairs while I was checking my email.
I looked at Tony who was standing at the top of the shop stairs staring out the windows, something wasn't right.
I sat down my Blackberry and mug beginning to get up, "You okay?" I asked.
Tony snapped out of his daze, his mood completely changing in seconds back to himself.
"Yeah," he said flashing that million-dollar smile.
"You sure? You didn't look to well a second ago…" I asked as he came over to the couch and stood next to me.
"Of course, I'm just tired. Didn't really sleep last night," he said blowing it off.
"Okay…" I said not really convinced.
"Where'd Rhodey go?" I asked looking at the stairs.
"He went out the garage," Tony said.
"What did Rhodey say?" I asked as he sat down on the couch, I followed.
His breathing wasn't even normal it was shallow, slow. He was calm…
"Nothing. He was just wondering how the mission went. I was talking to him when Fury showed up yesterday." Tony said playing it off. I let it go but knew I had to figure it out sooner or later.
I nodded and rested my head on his chest right above his reactor.
"You know we never went to Venice…" he smirked looking out the window.
"Hmm, you're right," I smiled thinking about it.
"Let's go," he said bluntly.
"When?" I asked looking up at him.
"Today, it's on the luxuries of being having a private jet, we can go whenever, wherever."
"But Tony we can't just get up and lea—" I began to protest.
"Yes, yes we can. And we are. Come on," he stood up taking me with him, "We're packing, going to the airport, and going to Venice rather you like it or not Potts," he smirked leading me up the stairs.
"I want to Tony, believe me, I rea—lly do but we can't."
He stopped on the stairs and turned around to look at me, "Why can't we?"
"Because you have you're job, rather you like it or not you are the C.E.O. and—"
"And blah, blah, blah. Pepper you're my P.A. an—"
"And my job is to remind you about yours," I laughed.
"No! Your job is to what I ask you do—"
"No, no, no. I believe it's more along the lines of—"
"As your boss I am telling you, Virginia Pepper Potts you are going to Venice with me."
"Oh don't pull the I'm your boss card! Nope I won't let you—"
Tony interrupted me by taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply.
We broke apart seconds later, my mind was erased. Oh he's good… I thought to myself.
"Now I'm only going to say this one more time—"
I interrupted him, "Jarvis?" I said catching a confused look from Tony.
"Can you please make sure the Jet is ready to go in thirty minutes?"
"Of course Ms. Potts," Jarvis answered.
"But I thought Ms. Potts that—" Tony started some snarky comment but I stopped him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Stark but I have some packing to do. My millionaire boyfriend and I are going to Venice for a week," I said brushing past him, stopping at the top of the stairs, and looking back at him over my shoulder.
He stood in the same spot, trying to compute what I'd said.
"A week?" he finally said, "… Cause I heard it was something more like two, three weeks. Heck I heard they were moving there and never coming back," he said playing along.
"Very funny Stark," I said rolling my eyes and heading down the hall.
"I'm not kidding, I'm dead serious," he said sarcastically, "But why don't you go with me instead, huh? I bet I'm ten times better than that billionaire schmuck."
"You're great Stark but my guy is mysterious, charming, amazingly good looking—"
"Who is this guy?" he played along.
I stopped at the doorway and turned over my shoulder and said nonchalantly, "Oh just Iron Man." I then continued into the bedroom.
"Wait, you think Ironman is sexy?" he said completely surprised.
"I never said 'sexy' bu—t…"
"You do!" he said coming up to me smiling like an idiot.
I tilted my head slightly, "A little," I said playing it off.
He then continued, "Why did I not know this? This should have been the first thing you told me, I mean seriously, this just opened a lot of doors—"
"You better stop flirting and start packing if won't to be gone in thirty minutes," I said going for the closet.
"Yes mam," he said raising his eyebrow and beginning to pack.
Two chapters in one day! I'll try to update as soon as possible :)