<div class="floatleft">(http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/1830uw9882ygbjpg/original.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> 7:12pm 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;">     Every subtle sensation had an effect that rippled with magnitude back through time - through memories. So much history between these two, the majority of which had been screened off from one another. Tony being the egotistical, arrogant, and selfish man before the Iron Man technology changed his life forever. Pepper had been so business minded and so worried about getting hurt by Tony or what other people would think. They had been the closest person in each other's lives for years - but that really wasn't saying much. They were both so independent and driven - they hadn't put so much focus on each other as they now enjoyed.<br/><br/>     With every brush of skin and every tender kiss emotions stirred, deep emotions that had been locked away for years. There was an almost supernatural bond between Tony and Pepper, though the truth was that is had been hard earned, and long-in-the-making. It wasn't easy then - and surely it wasn't easy now. Life had only become more chaotic ever since Loki's devastation in New York and both of them were scrambling to fix things. Pepper was trying to fix the image of Stark Industries and Tony was trying to fix the image of the Avengers - both were literally fixing the physical damage done to the city by donations from their own pockets. They had so much passion to put into it, but even more passion reserved for each other on these ever-more-rare occasions.<br/><br/>     Part of the tender calm was both of them actually believing it was really happening, and that moment only lasted a moment before the truth set in. The truth of how they felt about each other, the truth that this was real, it was happening. The acknowledgement of each other's feelings, bodies... touch...<br/><br/>      As Stark began to realize her reactions to his kisses, his hands, a fire began to burn inside him - an inferno of passion that he had to constantly redirect to his work and research - which never fully satisfied him. He needed to <em>feel</em>, to experience the sensuality of life - and there was no one else he'd rather share that with. His grip on her tightened, his kiss deepened. He could feel the warmth of her body against his own and it only further inflamed his own. With surprising ease he stood up, lifting her with him as his lips fiercely continued to play against her own. He blindly swept aside the objects on the desk, the monitor swiveling roughly to the side while everything else clattered unceremoniously to the hard floor. <br/><br/>     He set Pepper's bottom on the cool desk and leaned in over her, one arm still partially holding her against him while the other was pressed hard against the desktop for support. The intensity was quickly rising as Tony's passions began to take over, putting his thoughts on the back-burner for the time being. It was something that didn't happen often. Tony was smart, sophisticated, and always aware. On the uncommon occasions that he let loose his mental hold on his surroundings he was more unpredictable and extreme than when he did it on purpose. <strong>"Pepper."</strong> He barely managed between the intense kissing - as if he was about to share a thought, or ask a question or something... anything. But it was lost as quickly as it came. Just saying her name excited him. Finally, he felt whole; in mind and in body. And he felt like it was all thanks to Pepper.<br/><br/>     In saying her name he had said 'Thank you'. He had said 'I appreciate you', 'I love you'... and a million other things he didn't even really need to say because she already knew. And so he had left it at that, letting his body continue to do the talking as his passionate kisses moved again to her neck - his teeth biting just hard enough to almost leave a mark. <br/></span></span></div>