Hello World.
MrsDowney, here.
I would just like to introduce you to my new book of Pepperony One Shots. Yes, yes, I have written one before and it is in my library, poor thing. The difference is that, this one will be:
1) Better.
2) Better.
3) Better.
I'm joking. But, honestly, I am a far more advanced writer now than I was when I wrote the other one. What a difference a year makes.
So please, enjoy!
Thank you.
Love you,
~ MrsDowney. :)
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Two Sparrows
As the man snores like a baby alpaca beside her, Pepper smiles at a little sparrow perched outside of their window.
Tracing languid shapes and patterns into her partner's tanned skin, Pepper feels the muscles twitch beneath her finger tips. It is early morning and some light has escaped past the curtains and has spilled upon his bare skin.
He doesn't stir at the touch ghosting over his back, shoulder, and bicep. He is deep within the waves of sleep, back rising and falling evenly. The Arc Reactor shifts blue patterns across his peaceful face and he moved minutely, legs shifting so that one foot is intertwined with one of hers.
The bird tweets, sings a soothing tune from the depths of it's diaphragm and Pepper hugs her lover closer.
Tony is entirely different when he is held and comforted in the world of sleep. His facade fades away and the boyish innocence is freed. Freed from beneath the sarcasm, egotistical manner and charming smiles.
The tower is quiet and Pepper appreciates the silence for a moment. Everybody in the Tower (The Avengers) have seen Tony in the morning. In need of caffeine, slow and still attempting to figure out why there are five superheroes in the middle of his kitchen at half ten in the morning with a confused, and yes, adorable, pout.
Well, the team all think it's adorable anyway. Bruce and Natasha smile at him and Thor and Clint just hug him a hell of a lot because it is the only time they will ever be able to do so without being refused or glared at (and most times, they will get a hug in return.)
And then Clint will rub it in Steve's face.
Tony hugs are the best.
Pepper especially knows that.
Bruce and Steve moan because of how many Tony Hugs she gets.
She found the genius late at night in the cinema room with Steve and Bruce when she arrived home last night, after a Girls Night Out, curled up on the couch with his head in Steve's lap and his legs across Bruce's thighs.
The heroes sent her winning smiles and she rolled her eyes.
She hates having to be the one to get him up to go to meetings and talk to board members, but he would live in bed if he could and that just wouldn't be good.
In the mornings, everybody seems to know that Tony is a moody person. But, Pepper finds it actually... adorable. Cute, even. All of the pouting and tired murmuring and pleas to 'Just let me stay in bed for another five minutes' and Pepper has to be the villain here and tell him no because those five minutes will turn into five hours and after that is said, he turns into a little burrito and tangles himself in the covers to try and stay in bed for as long as he can before Pepper has to get Steve up here and then get Natasha instead because all of the men in this place are softies.
Even Natasha, on occasion, will pretend to not hear Pepper because Tony is 'too comfortable and cute.'
His five o'clock shadow has appeared now, she notices as she glances down at his sprawled out position and Pepper finds it god darn sexy.
Great, now she's turning into Steve.
The faint stubble has spread over his jaw, cheeks, underneath his chin and his neck and it really should not be that attractive on somebody.
One of her favourite times is at the weekend when they don't have work and she doesn't have to interrupt him in the land of sleep and they just cuddle and when Tony wakes up, they talk and share kisses and he bites and nibbles marks into her skin and tells her that he loves her meanwhile she is lost in all of the passion because this man is too much.
For some odd reason, Pepper loves lovemaking in the morning - Tony is tired but completely full of lust and sometimes he is just utterly limp. When she can have time to just admire his body and ride him slowly, watching as he arches his back and tips his head. The low, throaty sound of his moans send her climaxing within minutes.
Sleepy sex means that they can go at it for hours and she can enjoy him that way. Compliant and needy and absolutely amazing. His lazy and agonizingly slow thrusts as he holds her close, eating at her lips.
Then, she sometimes decorates his face in kisses until he doses off again and-
"We don' have to ge' up, do we?" Pepper pauses, blinking to come out of her daze. He senses her thinking and one brown eye opens to gaze up at her, heavy and falling closed every couple of seconds, his tone begging her to say no, and tell him that he can stay in bed for as long as he wants. She smiles.
She strokes his back and he tucks his face underneath her chin, the shampoo radiating off of his hair in strong waves. Pepper kisses his head. "No, baby," she reassures, closing her eyes. "Just sleep. I can make break fast later."
"C'n I h'v pancakes?" He mumbles against her skin, like a child.
"As long as you don't put syrup on them. You can't handle a lot of sugar in the morning."
"But, they arn't the same w'out it."
She sighs, "maybe a little bit, then," Pepper gives in, running her fingers through his thick hair, planting a kiss in the mess of waves. Almost immediately, he is lulled to sleep, cuddling to her like a little baby monkey again.
God help them; their lives are hectic messes, they argue over everything, her boyfriend is an incorrigible giant child who drives her round the bend most times...
And Pepper wouldn't change any of it.
There are two sparrows now, nestled outside their window, asleep together.
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~ MrsDowney. :)
