<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.media.squarespace.com/production/465215/5421188/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/hr_Movie_Stills_14.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Iron Man<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong> Tony's Personal Lab<br/>  <strong>Time:</strong> 7:08pm Thursday<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Pepper Potts</strong></span></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">     Even though he'd only left Pepper moments ago, Tony was already hard at work. He'd buttoned the satellite component back up after he'd unhooked the diagnostics cables and moved the large piece of equipment off to the far wall by pushing it - it was on a cart with wheels, but that didn't make it feel much lighter. He'd already gone over a couple of refinements to one of the Exo-suits, the floating hologram spinning slowly just to the right of the transparent monitor on his desk. His elbows were on the edges of the desk, with one hand on his chin and the index finger of his other pointed up an gyrating to spin the projected model.<br/><br/>     The sound of the door lock clicking open drew Tony out of his contemplation and he glanced back briefly before starting to turn back towards his work. His eyebrows lifted and a small grin spread across his face before he turned back to Pepper for a double-take. His eyes traced a path up her bare legs to the bottom edge of his partially-buttoned shirt - which she was wearing <em>quite</em> well. They continued up the center seam, past her cleavage to meet a pair of eyes that were locked determinedly on his own.<br/><br/>     He hadn't even noticed she was carrying a cup of coffee in her hand until he heard the glass clink on his polished desktop when she set it down. Even that was almost missed as she leaned in against him to do so - the warmth of her body and smell of her perfume filling his senses. <br/><br/>     <em>"Maybe you could take a little break and gain a new perspective."</em><br/><br/>     Since he had been sitting, she'd leaned her chest in just a few inches from his face. <strong>"New perspective gained."</strong> Always one to play on words he replied to her offer, a hunger dancing beneath the surface of his tone, <strong>"And <em>little</em> break? I hope you don't have anything planned for the rest of the night."</strong> Stark hadn't truly taken offense to her words, and he knew she didn't think he had; but every opportunity he was given to speak - he would do so, even when it wasn't his turn. Tony picked up the tiny cappuccino cup and tipped it back, drinking it down. Then he leaned back into her, tilting his head to the side and pressing a strong kiss into her neck just below her left ear.<br/><br/>     He lifted his lips from her neck just long enough to speak out loud, <strong>"Jarvis. Lights."</strong> Instantly the overhead florescents clicked off and the two were left with a soft glow provided by a few of the different holograms Tony had been currently working on. It was a mixture of soft blue, and warm orange. His hands traced down her back to the back edge of the shirt and grasped her bottom, pulling her closer in to him as he pressed in another kiss. </span></span></div>