pepper potts

Innovator in clean energy and technology; CEO of Stark Industries; Associate to Tony Stark. 

[pottsceo]

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His nose crinkles and he’s left with a look on his face like he’s entirely pleased with himself as he nods in response to her question. His eyes slowly close as she slips her tongue into his mouth, his teeth nip and suck at the muscle as he guides her back onto the bed, making sure she’s comfortable, helping her swing her legs onto the covers. He has to break the kiss as he pulls away her pants, tossing them aside as he kneels down and begins to massage her foot and ankle. “Are you happy?”

She hums quite satisfied when his rough digits take hold of her foot, working out the knots within her muscles, it feels exceptionally good. “I am ecstatic,” and it shows, through each indication tugging scarlet lips into a loving smile, her giddiness doesn’t attempt to hide nor will she conceal from him how she truly feels. “--and will be more so, when you take care of the ache between my legs.”

[pottsceo]

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His own hands settle at either side of her stomach, he can’t help it. He’s grown rather fond of it, and if he’s being honest he’s going to miss his early morning chats under the covers with it. Still, soon they’d have two little babies to take care of, and that was far better. He can’t help but smile as she nips his lip with her teeth, welcoming it with a hum. “Well I said we’d need a couple of days to recover from the long flight and… unpack and.. dust off the cobwebs on the villa.” He leaned in to kiss her again, quicker this time, more chaste, “Why? You want me to take care of you? Help you relax after your flight?”  

Corners of her lips outstretch into a mischievous grin while the tip of her nose nuzzles against his own, accompanied by the huff of laughter, “You know exactly what to say, don’t you?” Pepper gives yet another kiss, full of desire and pure sexual drive; dipping the edge of her tongue back into his mouth for a second round of flavorful venture, leaving her with a spinning headache worth enduring. “I think we both could help each other relax....”

[pottsceo]

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“I faxed it over. She doesn’t do computers.” He says in jest, planting a few more kisses to her shoulders, moving up to her neck. “It’s how we show our love. We feed our family and friends, make them grow, keep them healthy and fed. She’s going out to buy stuff, I told her she needn’t make such a fuss but she does love cooking. I got it from her.” Tony sighs in content, breathing her in as her lips capture his and he returns the kiss quite willingly. “Well I’m sure we can do something about that,” he smiles, shifting himself until he’s standing in front of her, and he presses his lips to hers and gives her a long, loving and passionate kiss, allowing his tongue to graze her lips 

Both palms cup either side of his neck when another sensual kiss is placed upon her lips. His tongue tempting her to do the same, enticing Pepper closer, as close as her stomach will allow. “You tease,” she leans forward, teeth gently clamp down upon his bottom lip with light pressure as to not break the surface, but enough to let him know the kiss needn’t be so polite. “How long until we go and visit your Nonna?” --because her mind is already hooked on the idea of ravaging him where they stand.

[pottsceo]

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Their Italian villa had already been prepped for their arrival, an impromptu nursery set up in one of the five bedrooms in preparation for the twins‘ arrival. They had a few weeks to relax, take in the sights and tranquillity of the historic town. Rustic buildings and cobbled streets, Saluzzo was a sleepy little town, far from the bustle of tourists one might expect from Pisa or Rome.       Tony allowed them a day or two to recover from the long flight, unpack, get settled before they would visit his grandmother, and he was most excited about that.      “Ci vediamo presto la nonna. Ti amo.“ The words spoken into the phone just before he hung up, then his attention turns to his bella donna, sneaking in behind her and wrapping his arms around her to rest his hands on her stomach and pressed kisses against the base of her neck, “Nonna is so excited we’re here. I think we’ll have to starve ourselves for the welcome buffet she’s planning. She wanted to know all your dietary requirements.”

Her body instantaneously relaxes when engulfed by the pair of strong arms now cradling her waist, the warmth from his palms radiating onto her stomach, and she smiles all the while. “Your Nonna is so sweet. Shall I email her my nutrition list or have it faxed over?” jokingly she snickers out a reply. “I may end up ten pounds heavier by the end of the day with her cooking, and who knows, perhaps the babies will come out with an immense appetite for pasta and cannolis... more mouths to feed, I bet nothing would make her happier.” Gently, Pepper teases, shifting her position just a fraction to allow her head to turn enough and capture his lips, kissing lovingly, one hand lifts to cup his cheek. “--but, you know what I crave more than a home cooked Italian meal? These lips~”

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Tony shifts his weight from one foot to the other, for the first time in two hours he puts his phone down on his desk and walks over to her. “I’m gonna be honest, I really would love to spend as much time with her as possible. I just worry every day that I’m gonna get a phone call. Since Peggy died she’s the only family I have left, so… Having her around soon after they’re born,” he places one hand on her stomach, “so she can meet them. It’d mean the world to me, Aurelia.”  With his free hand he wiped his thumb over the corner of her lips, catching a small crumb of chocolate there and licking it off the pad. “I suppose it’d really give us time to just have a minute with them while they’re still fresh before they meet the whole gang..” 

The topic hardly needs a moment more to consider their options, Pepper knows how much this means to him, and she doesn’t see any reason to object; Italy has the same medical serves that are provided here. The children’s health and safety is her number one concern. “I don’t see why not.” Her hand moves to be placed upon his own while leaning forward to peck his lips. “We’ll leave at the end of this week, after you’ve handled the little fiasco of shipment.”

[pottsceo]

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     She was right. He wasn’t getting any younger, his heart probably couldn’t cope with the stress of it all but he can’t help but crack a smile at her words. Had he been in half a mind, and not in the doghouse with her, he might’ve cracked a joke about her working under him.  He’ll save it for another time.  “Maybe when all this is done we should take a break. I’m sure I’m entitle to a leave as well. I dunno who’s gonna run the company. Friday, maybe. Or Vision. Oh… god no not Vision.” He shakes his head at the thought. As competent as he might be, it was hard for Tony to not see him as a newborn, learning the world around him still.  “Italy is always a nice choice. I’d kill for a slice of proper Italian pizza right now.”

The thought of uncertainty does leave a bit of uneasiness within the pit of her stomach, choosing someone with the proper credentials to run a company won’t occur over night, already Pepper is turning over a few worthy candidates. “Italy?” head slightly cants toward the side, a quizzical brow rising, the redhead does allow herself to entertain the idea. “--and so close to the due date? Tony, I don’t think we would be able to make a return flight.” Despite her worries, a part of her is considering the trip. Fingertips rip open the wrapper of her chocolate bar and she bites into the swirl of deliciousness melting within her mouth while she ponders. “If we do leave, the possibility of having the twins in Italy is quite probable. Your Nonna will be there no doubt....” a pause to finish chewing. “Is this something we want? The children will have dual citizenship.”

[pottsceo]

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“No.” He says a little too quickly, holding his hand up with a his pointer finger extended in protest, “No you said. You said I could handle this, and I’m handling it. You need to rest, you’re busy enough making people happen, let me do this and you do that.” Maybe he was mollycoddling her just a bit, but heaven knew he had his enemies and he wanted nothing more than to keep her safe for the sake of the babies until it was his turn to take care of them. They were so vulnerable.  Before he could say anything else the phone rang, and he let it for a beat or two before picking it up and answering with his name.       “–Well did you find it? – So you’re literally just calling me to tell me nothing has changed in twenty minutes? – No, let me stop you right there because details of your incompetence are of no real importance to me right now, next time you call my office it better be to tell me you fixed your boo-boo, okay? Stop stalling, and find it, it can’t have travelled all that far, you better hope it hasn’t because if the customer winds up with faulty technology they won’t be happy, and I certainly won’t be happy. Does that give you enough incentive? – Good, thank you for your time.” he hung up, muttering “Che cavolo!” under his breath.

Her weight shits onto one hip, a hand coming to settle upon the baby bump that had formed across her stomach over the course of these seven months, and despite the aches and pains, the shortness of breath and never ending urge to use the restroom whenever seated comfortably(a necessary nuisance any expectant mother willingly embarks on) - Pepper can still drive her stubbornness straight on through, eyes narrowing, gazing at him quite pointedly when he dares to raise a single finger in her direction as to cease her from continuing. He’s got another thing coming, that is, until the phone rings and her mouth clamps shut before an utterance of a word can be flushed out. She plucks up a candy bar while eavesdropping.         “Perhaps it is not only I who needs the rest.” azure orbs drift upward to land upon his brown ones, a familiar warmth now resides, her mood alternating altogether, and it truly is a fickle thing. “I almost forgot how attractive it is to hear you argue over the phone when it pertains to business, it’s been so long since I’ve worked under you.”

[pottsceo]

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“Well, aren’t you greedy…”

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[geraltcavills]

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tony: -listening to ozzy osbourne on full volume- me, because apparently pepperony is my main verse: “there’ll be none onf that when the twins are born anthony.”

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Lol!! And his playlist for the delivery room consists of nothing but all rock, only to receive the look of a very angry, in pain, clutching onto Tony’s hand, screaming pepper

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Pepperony kiss.

Her smile at the end 💓💖

[pottsceo]

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She was mad. He knew that, he didn’t need this  - more importantly she didn’t need this. He hadn’t actually taken all the cars, just strategically moved them and taken the keys to avoid her coming down here and causing herself unnecessary stress. The temper of a red head was phenomenal. The temper of a pregnant red head could’ve stopped wars. “It’s food.” He answers quickly, moving aside slightly, “It’s food. Lunch, I guess. You can have some if you want I’m… I need to deal with this before I eat.”

Pepper feigns a stilled expression(every fibre in her being battling against a smile threatening to appear), thoroughly inspecting the variety of snacks upon his desk, taking those few steps to bring her before the piece of furniture, and while investigating still, fingertips poke through and prod at each individually wrapped treat, she hardly has to spend one glance in his direction to get her point across. “Tony, I know the shipment isn’t your fault, I don’t blame you for this... minutiae error, however, given that I’m here now, perhaps you could hand over the reigns and allow me to take charge. Otherwise, I don’t believe I have any intentions of leaving.”

[pottsceo]

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[ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] You’re not marooned wow [ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] the tower is not moated, you’re not marooned. You’re free to leave, just don’t come to work. She doesn’t reply for a while and that worries him. He writes himself a note to remind himself to stop off at the store for pickles on the way home. He’s pacing up and down his office sending angry emails from his phone when he happens to glance out of the window and sees an angrier red-headed woman on her way through the parking lot. Hell hath no fury like a ginger woman scorned. In a panic to avoid getting his testicles ripped off, Tony ran faster than he had ever run in his life down to the canteen. He took anything he could carry, from sandwiches to potato chips and sweet confections and candy bars before taking it all back up to his office muttering to himself about how bad of an idea it was because now he ha d a stitch in his side and cramp in his knee.

The numbers light up one by one until reaching the desired floor, Pepper is quick to step out from the platform when the door slides open. “Tony, I can’t believe you’d do that. Was it really necessary to take all of the cars?” voice is raised an octave higher than usual upon entry. However, as she’s ranting on, eyes drift toward the small assortment of snacks sprawled about, and despite her vile temper forcing eyesight to only see red wherever it gazes, the redhead is fighting a smile, and a humorous one at that. Still she attempts to remain stern, although her demeanor is crumbling. “What on earth is that?”

[pottsceo]

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[ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] You don’t need to come by the office. You said yourself I GOT THIS. I got my Sergeant, we’re good.  [ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] I took the car this morning. [ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] I took all the cars this morning. [ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] Love you.

[ sms : tony ] how could you have possibly !! [ sms : tony ] this isn’t funny, stark. [ sms : tony ] you can’t maroon me here. [ sms : tony ] it’s entirely unfair.

all of the cars, he claims to have removed every vehicle stored away in the garage ?? Pepper is steaming, upset that Tony would be so drastic as to take away her only means of traveling. As though she would run the risk of venturing out if it were ever a danger. Fingertips harshly drum along the armrest in thought. She decides to call a cab. Azure orbs glance down once more upon the lighted screen, and within minutes she has acquired a ride, soon bringing her toward the front entrance of Stark Industries. Where she waltzes on in, heels clicking notoriously loud on their pathway to the elevator with firm, calculated movements.

[pottsceo]

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[ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] Because you have a history of panicing. [ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] Less misplaced and more some absolute genius sent out prototypes and faulty products. So I have to get them back somehow. It’s all fun. And Japan have leaked things to customers that aren’t actually solid things yet, just spitball ideas. It’s literally like everyone in the company had a collective brain fart and left the mess for me to clean up.  [ 📲 • sms : Moonbeam 💖 ] I’ll bring home pickles.

[ sms : tony ] perhaps i should come by the office. [ sms : tony ] i know i’m supposed to be resting, but what’s a few hours on my feet going to hurt? [ sms : tony ] ....... [ sms : tony ] honey, where did you put the keys ?