Pepperony Week Day Two- Sharing A Bed
A/N: This is set pre-IM3.
While Pepper brushed her teeth, Tony turned down the bedspread and sheets. He’d actually made his bed this morning right after getting up, and if his lovely lady didn’t appreciate it, well, he’d just have to pout and give her puppy dog eyes until she did.
Tony was mad skilled at puppy dog eyes.
“Are you doing your hair in there?” Tony watched her shadow on the bathroom door. “I never knew brushing could take so long.”
“I’m flossing,” she said.
“Is flossing even a real thing? What if it’s a conspiracy by dentists to make more money?”
“You mean like how Ironman is a secret government project funded by the Illuminati and you’re just a figurehead to throw off the media?”
Tony snorted. “Please. The Illuminati wishes they were cool enough for me.”
She turned off the faucet and finished her nightly routine before stepping into the bedroom. Her bare feet plodded across the carpet, her hair in messy waves over her face. The white silk teddies and lacy underwear she typically wore on her nights over were stored in the closet for another day. Her long flannel pants and oversized blue t-shirt made her look just as beautiful. Tony couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
“Our first night together,” he said as she crawled into bed with him. “This is a momentous occasion, you know.”
“Tony, I’ve stayed over a hundred times before,” Pepper said, her face half-buried in his neck.
“Yeah, but you were visiting those times. We live together now. It’s different.” Tony rubbed his hands together. “We have to celebrate. How does a Back to the Future marathon sound?”
Pepper hummed. “Maybe. Haven’t seen the third one in a while.”
“We can watch something else, too,” Tony said, grabbing the remote. “JARVIS, what’s on tonight?”
“There’s a new episode of Iron Chef America airing in six minutes, sir.”
“Hm, not bad,” Tony said, “but we already ate. I don’t want to get hungry again. What else?”
“The BBC is running the first season of Sherlock.”
“Pft- yeah right. I could play a better Sherlock Holmes than that guy. What else?”
“A new unofficial documentary on the creation of Ironman will be on E! at eleven.”
Tony gasped and turned to Pepper.
“Come on, they’re fun,” he whined. “Don’t you want to see how much they got wrong this time?”
“I’ll wait until the lawyer calls.” Pepper plucked the remote out of Tony’s hand and dropped it on the nightstand. “I’m not in the mood for TV. Let’s do something else.”
The way she clung to his arm and pressed her legs against him had not been lost on Tony. His eyebrows vanished into his hairline as he walked two fingers up her arm. “Are you thinking we should slowly and sensually look into each other’s eyes all night until we fall asleep?”
She grinned. “We can talk, too.”
“Sounds great.” Tony kissed her forehead. “Then in the morning, we’ll have sex.”
Her laughter filled the air and Tony savored the sound. For the next few hours as the moon made its journey through the sky, they talked about anything and everything. From Pepper’s new projects to Tony’s suit upgrades. From the annoying woman at the gym who constantly bragged about her kids to what gift they should do for Happy’s birthday next month.
Tony fell asleep that night with no trouble, and for the first time in months, he didn’t dream about New York. He didn’t wake up drenched in sweat at three in the morning, gasping for air like his lungs forgot how to inflate. For the moment, life was good.
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