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The tiny smile on her slightly swollen lips gives way to a more attentive expression when he puts a stop to the proceedings, her thumb stroking along his jawline gently. When he seems to have such trouble saying what's on his mind, a little frown wrinkles her brow, a prickle of concern nipping at her.

"Don't be sorry," she murmurs softly, carding her fingers through his hair soothingly. "Is something wrong? You can tell me anything."

That feels way too nice, there's no way he can think while she does that, so instead he lets his head fall to her shoulder.

"Apparently not," he commentates, frustrated with himself and with this situation, but being close to her is balm enough to make it worth it. "Just ignore me being a spaz, your thing was better."

Tony picks his face back up and moves in for another kiss, this one more vulnerable than any of the lead-ins.

She hugs him close when he rests his head on her shoulder, still stroking his hair with one hand. She's getting more and more concerned about him now, but before she can say anything to convey that worry, he lifts his head and kisses her again.

It's a soft and gentle kiss with something terribly hesitant and vulnerable to it, his lips trembling against hers. It makes her heart squeeze in her chest.

"Tony, please," she whispers when they pull apart for breath, cradling his face tenderly in her hands so she can look him in the eyes. "Tell me what's wrong. How can I help?"

He's never felt so cared for in his life and it only makes it harder to say what he needs to say. Tony clings to her waist as if hearing this might make her flee and he wants to stop her preemptively.

"This thing... I thought about this all day, how I was gonna tell you. But now that you're here, and I'm here, and we..." Tony rubs his nose against hers and stays close, the noise of the TV filtering back in as he steadily gains speed. "You've already done so much for me. I just don't want to hold you back." Or put her in even more danger when she could escape scot-free.

Her knees dig into the couch cushions more firmly and her weight presses more solidly against him when he holds her middle. Her thumbs stroke his cheeks in tiny back-and-forth motions, her lips quirking a little when he rubs his nose against hers.

"Hold me back?" She frowns. "Tony, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be. And I'm not here because I feel obligated, or something. I'm here because I choose to be, because..."

It's her turn now, something vulnerable entering her gaze as she hesitates over the correct term. Can she be the first one to say it? Should she? Questions collide in her brain, but just as soon as strange sense of calm and acceptance come over her, holding his eyes steadily now even as she gives a tiny exhale. Whispering oh-so-quietly, she finally says, "Because I love you."

He knows she doesn't feel obligated, exactly, but it's with palpable relief that he hears her proclaim it's fully her choice. Of course, Pepper doesn't do things she doesn't want to and he knows it, but it's good to have the reminder. When she trails off, wide brown eyes search her face, not fully expecting her to finish the sentence. And when she does, they only widen further, unable to believe what he just heard. His gaze fills up with water, hand cupping the side of her face tenderly while the other still clings at her waist.

"I... Really?" he has to ask, an unmistakably goofy expression beginning to spread over his face.

Pepper leans her face into the gentle touch, huffing a breathy little chuckle at his response (so predictable). She shrugs her shoulders as if to say what can ya do, even if the look in his watery eyes has her own misting over just a tiny bit.

"Yes. Really," she murmurs fondly, a little smirk spreading to her lips. "Now, what were you going to tell me?"

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"Well, uh, this is embarrassing, but... you kinda stole my thunder a little bit? Just a tiny bit, I'm not gonna- hold it against you or... anything."

His ramble has him getting distracted by her lips all over again, and he surges forward into her suddenly to snap the remote off the table and shut the TV off before casting it aside carelessly. Then he twists so he can look at her properly, now grinning like an idiot.

"I really... wow. You just said that, to me. What a rush." He doesn't even realize he hasn't said it back yet.

"Well, it seemed like you were getting nowhere fast, so someone around here had to get to the point," she pokes fun mercilessly but with fondness edging every syllable. She yelps a little when he suddenly surges up and into her, grabbing onto him tightly out of worry he'll tip her or both of them off balance and onto the floor. She harrumphs into the silence left behind the now mute TV, throwing him a quick glare.

But that stupid grin and his marvel over her initiative have her laughing in earnest a moment later, a grin of her own lingering on her lips long after her chuckles have died down. He might not have realized it, but she certainly has.

"Yes, I'm sure it must feel very nice. I wouldn't know, I'm still waiting," she teases.

He laughs, a little nervous and a little giddy, holding her tightly and trying to finally summon the words he's kept inside for so long.

"Oh, did I forget to...?" Tony teases, leaning in until their noses brush and his eyes cross a little trying to focus on hers. "I love you, Pepper Potts. Always have."

Pepper purses her lips in effort to stave off a smirk, tipping her head a little expectantly as Tony teases her. But then he's telling her what she's eager to hear, the words sinking under her skin and causing warmth to well in her chest. Yeah, that sounds pretty damn good. Breathing a faintest laugh, a sound of pure happiness, she leans in and kisses him softly in lieu of a verbal answer, with all the love in her heart.

"Always?" she questions a bit teasingly when they break apart.

He's breathing harder than he needs to be, clinging to her in the hopes he never has to let go now after that heartfelt exchange.

"Are you already doubting me, Ms. Potts?" Tony challenges lightly, chasing their kiss with a tiny peck to her lips and then just staying close to catch his breath.

"Of course not. I'm just... keeping you honest," she teases back, leaning her forehead against his. As honest as a sorta-conman could be, anyway. Details.

"I'm always honest," he protests, smile growing too big for his face though she's too close to get the full effect. Tony kisses the rise of her cheek sweetly, allowing himself to linger this time as they continue to orbit around one another. "With you." A much-needed qualifier, considering.

Pepper laughs softly; more a chuckle, really, sliding her hands up his neck and into his hair, nails scratching his scalp ever so lightly even as she smiles sweetly at the kiss to her cheek. She pulls back just a little, meeting his eyes for a moment before leaning back in to kiss him again. This time, it's far from sweet and soft-- it's deep and hungry, sliding her tongue to meet his and humming low from her throat.

His lips part the moment her hands move into his hair, breath quickening at those gentle scratches. When she pulls back to meet his eyes, they're tellingly dark, and he doesn't hesitate to lean into her kiss with his entire body, meeting her satisfied noise with a low rumble from his chest. Words are apparently beyond them now and he can't find it in himself to complain. Tony's fingers dig into her waist and he abandons any and all restraint, putting every thought he's ever had about her and the two of them together into action instead. By the time he has to breathe, he's forgotten where he is or even what his name is, breast heaving as he kisses her in shorter and shorter bursts, unable to completely pull himself away even as his lungs burn in protest.

Pepper's fingers curl into his hair, grabbing the short strands how she can and none too gently, meeting his fervor step by step. She moans lowly into the heated kiss that grows more and more desperate, maybe even a little sloppy. Her hips pick up grinding against his unambiguously, heat coursing through her and centering between her thighs. She drops one dainty hand from his hair when they take a moment to breathe, working to slip it under his shirt at the waist even as they come together in another hard kiss and another after that, short and heated, her teeth nipping at his lip-- and a powerful desire to touch bare skin urging her on.

He moans loudly against her mouth as they grind, already feeling impatient though he'd pledged to draw this out. Maybe they can't, he surmises, breath only quickening that much more as Pepper's fleet fingers dip under his shirt to touch at his chest. His gaze is full to the brim with awe for her, his own rough hands untucking her blouse so they can skate up over her bare spine. The kiss catches him in another scramble to keep up, though he knows it's a race he'll be happy to lose, pressing himself back into the couch cushions so he can feel her over and all around him. It's more intoxicating than it really has any right to be.

Pepper returns his moan with one of her own as his hands slide under her blouse to stroke her bare back, shuddering at the feel of his rough fingers traversing her skin-- it feels amazing, little frissons of pure sensation zinging down her spine and through the rest of her even as she eagerly rests her weight on him, wrists pushing up his own shirt as she slides her hands further up his chest.

"...Does your head hurt still?" she suddenly asks through panting breaths after tearing her swollen lips from his, trying to focus from the maddening heat of desire coursing through her. She doesn't want to risk hurting him, but god, does she just plainly want him.

Tony looks startled by the question at first, eyes widening as she pins him and continues to touch him like it's all she's wanted for some time now. He really wishes he had known before now this was how she felt, but of course, he'd been too dumb to admit his feelings either.

"No," he says too quick, met immediately with sharp throbbing in his temples. It does little to impact his interest, but he had just told her to trust him, so he amends breathlessly, "Maybe a little. Don't worry about it."

But he doesn't want to think about his stupid visions right now, instead working on unbuttoning her shirt, though he can't completely mask the way his fingers minutely tremble.

"Are you sure?" she asks, voice shuddering as she breathes a sigh with a faintest hint of a moan clinging to it at the way his fingers begin unbuttoning her blouse, revealing pale, freckled flesh and a simple white cotton bra underneath with each button that gets undone.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, and that isn't helping the situation any. "I don't want you to get hurt more," she stammers, but neither does she want to stop, her own hands slipping a little on his chest and brushing her fingertips against his flat nipples, unintentionally teasing.

He nods, murmuring "I'm fine," before kissing her briefly though he's not wholly sure if that's even true. It doesn't really matter when they're this close though, breathing turning into sharp pants at her teasing touch, however unintentional. His nibbles pebble up instantly under the onslaught and he starts moving a bit faster, pushing her shirt off and rolling his hips up into hers again so she can feel his unmistakable arousal through his pants. His head bows into her chest as he palms her breasts through the thin fabric, kissing his way down her sternum.

She throws her head back and moans once, short but loud and heartfelt, when he bucks up in between her thighs and gives her another taste of how much this is turning him on, her whole body juddering. Slender fingers brush down his front when she pulls them out from under his shirt, reluctantly; but she has to help shrug off her blouse, leaning up a little and rolling her shoulders back to accomplish this. She bites her lip on a groan when he palms her chest through her bra, nipples hardening into tight peaks from this alone and pushing against the fabric. Her hands delve into his hair as if to hold him to her chest, a soft sigh of pleasure on her lips. "Tony... oh, god."

The way she sighs out his name shouldn't be allowed, his breath coming in pants as she helps him undress her.

"Pepper..." he murmurs back mostly just to hear her name as he continues to work his way down until his lips rest on her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Tony realizes he needs to either get serious about taking their clothes off or continue touching and he doesn't think he can choose, even if logically he knows touching will only be better the less layers they have between them.

His fingers fumble with her pants, attempting to start pulling them down though she's still straddling him. He's usually much smoother at this, or he once was anyway.

She bites her lip on a whimper when his warm lips find her pebbled nipple, torn between the urge to shuck her bra and rid Tony of his own shirt. Equally in agreement that they need to start losing some clothes, she makes her choice, using one hand to unsnap the clasp of her bra while the other grasps the hem of his shirt and start tugging it up at the same time Tony inches her loose-fitting yoga pants past her hipbones. Which is as far as he gets them, for obvious reason.

Pepper can't help but laugh breathlessly in fond amusement at his logic, her bra still clinging loosely to her as she employs both hands now to pull Tony's shirt up and over his head.

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