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Canon point default to after/during Homecoming but feel free to request others.

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Pepper is hardly any help, her back hitting the cushions again as she flings her arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she holds him like she's unwilling to let him go, one long leg slipping instinctively about his hip; that definitely doesn't help. She kisses him like she's drowning and he's air, a loosing low noise somewhere between a moan and a whine into the heady kiss at the way their chests press and rub together, her nipples aching and the need within her ramping up.

"Tony-- Tony," she chants raggedly against his mouth, flicking her tongue teasingly against his lip before sinking into another hot kiss, squirming restlessly beneath him.

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He wriggles out of his jeans little by little, hardly efficient, but he's losing the ability to think altogether as she clings to him. Tony moans deeply into the kiss, feeling her arousal and a desperation that matches his in the contact. Eventually, his pants and underwear hit the ground, getting tangled in each other somewhere along the way with Tony having zero patience to separate the articles. It's fully an act on instinct when he settles down over her, the thin cotton of her panties the only barrier now as his aching cock presses between her thighs.

"Pepper," he responds moments later, a wanton grumble in the back of his throat as he squirms against her just as restlessly, trying to regain enough brain function to hatch a plan. Though honestly, he's enjoying the messy tilt to the whole affair as their desire keeps them from getting anywhere fast.

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The squirming and wriggling only makes the hunger worse, rubbing and shifting against one another with no real friction or satisfaction, but they both seem too desperate and worked up to focus properly. Pepper helps him be rid of his jeans clumsily, not with her hands that are still gripping his body where she can but with one leg, toes pushed against the waistband at his hip in effort to shove them down. An aching throb centers hotly between her thighs, intensifying at the sight of his bare body-- breath whooshes from her lungs on a shuddering, sighing exhale, biting her lip on a whine when he finally covers her again.

She can't stop her legs from wrapping around his hips on similar instinct, nor her own from rolling up, grinding her cotton-covered mound against that beautifully hard cock. The soft cotton gives in easily, but is just enough of a barrier that it keeps the stimulation level down to a mere suggestion; but oh, she tries her best to press that cock between the lips of her labia, to rub her aching clit against its length while short, impatient little noises escape the back of her throat, accompanied by panting breaths.

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He feels his body heating up the more they go on like this, beads of sweat running down his forehead and reminding him of the acute ache there. At this rate, he's afraid the moment their truly bare together he'll lose all control, but maybe there's no shame in that. All of this unresolved tension is finally coming to a head and no matter what it would look like to anyone else, this is their moment, and for that it's perfect to Tony already.

"Hold on-" he pleads with her nonsensically, another shudder rippling up his spine at her continued rutting. Somehow, he manages to hold himself up on his elbow to make the space to pull her underwear out of the way, letting out a wanton little gasp at how wet the fabric is. Getting them past her knees is as far as he gets, already pushing two fingers against dripping wet flesh to spread her folds, knowing she doesn't need any excess preparation.

Tony catches her eyes before sliding inside her, not stopping until he's fully seated and their pelvic bones brush against each other. Only then does he reach back to strip her panties from her ankles and let them mingle with the rest of the clothing on the floor. His completion threatens him already, abdominal muscles contracting almost violently with the effort to stay still.

"Fuck," he breathes, blinking a few times though it doesn't help him see at all, leaning in close to press his lips to hers and bask in their connectedness before he dare try to move.

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She whines a little desperately at the plead to hold on, truly not thinking she's capable of it; gone from zero to hundred in mere moments and yearning only for one thing. Somehow she manages to hit the breaks long enough to help Tony slip her wet panties down and off of her though she's absolutely, (almost) embarrassingly needy already, moaning at the slip of his rough fingers against her heated flesh and shuddering from head to toe. Her eyelids are heavy and she manages to just about catch his gaze beneath her lashes before her head goes back, digging the back of her skull into the couch cushions on a sharp, noisy cry when he pushes inside of her, gripping his sides and hugging him to her with her legs around around him-- to keep him going despite the small edge of discomfort clinging to her vocalization.

She's slick and sopping wet, but he's big and it's been so long. His girth stretches her, and it burns a little as her body gets used to the intrusion-- and at the same time it feels amazing, her insides throbbing more insistently and her hot, slick flesh gripping him tighter still, pulsing around him. "God," she whimpers and slowly forced her eyes open, panting quick, heavy huffs and moaning anew when their hips bump, Tony's cock balls deep in her. She quivers at the sensation, thighs trembling where they cradle his hips. One of her hands fists in his hair and the other clings to his back, her pussy squeezing him convulsively and drawing a breathy whine from her that she smothers against his lips, struggling to return his kiss amidst heavy breaths.

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The way her inner muscles work him threatens to push him over the edge all too soon and he bites down on her lower lip, a little harder than he intends. The tight grip in his hair and her nails at his back only add to the sensation and he's frozen there, suspended as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure hits him hard.

"Sorry, I-" This is going to be embarrassing either way, so he gives in, knowing it will be truly unsatisfying if he just sits back and lets his orgasm envelop him now. Tony breaks their kiss with a wet smack after the smothered murmur, though he does press back in for the briefest second in apology for the unintended roughness. It's all for naught when he collapses on top of her, struggling to gain the leverage he needs to get them both there. "Fuck, sorry."

A flush of true mortification is crawling insistently up his throat and despite all his carefulness, this has completely spiraled out of his control. His hand bites into her hip while the other digs into the couch and all he can do is give in. Tony presses her down and thrusts hard, unable to bring much finesse to the situation. He has mere seconds to act and he's all too aware of it. Just barely, he manages to pull completely out and shove back in, again much rougher than he wanted for their first time. It's over quickly, but he makes it three turns before giving a hoarse cry and burying his face in her throat, emptying his seed deep inside her.

His arm coils around her in a final apology, nudging his pelvis against her clit in the hopes she'll come belatedly alongside him despite his premature arrival. Tony presses soft, loving kisses to the side of her face and throat as he's milked for everything he has, determined to remain inside her as long as he physically can.

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The way she's shuddering is an indication of her own lack of stamina, a low mewl of desperation pushed against his lips in lieu of proper response to his apologies. The roughness doesn't seem to deter her much, recognizing his distress and, on another loud cry at that first, hard thrust, rocks her hips into his to help her own arousal along-- this wouldn't last long, but with some luck... it's not the most comfortable ride, but the minute edge of pain actually serves to push her forward that final bit she needs to hurtle over the edge after him, hands gripping him hard as she pulses hotly around him.

That... was not the most involved, most elegant or most satisfying session ever, but an orgasm is an orgasm-- she has no complaints about that. In hindsight, they were clearly both way too wound up for anything more.

It just means they'll have to try again later, hopefully with better results.

Neither could she ever have any complaints about this gentle closeness, humming quietly in pleasure at the soft kisses he peppers against her skin as the shivery aftershocks course through her body, her flesh fluttering gently about his softening cock. Stroking his hair infinitely more tenderly now, she tips her chin up and turns his face with her other hand so she can press her lips to his in a soft kiss.

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He lets out a soft moan into the gentle kiss, his rapidly softening anatomy slipping free of hers as he squeezes in next to her on the narrow couch cushion. The way she strokes his hair he could be out in seconds, but he fights it to stay present, knowing there's more than a few things they should probably talk about.

"So," he starts lamely, staring up at the ceiling fan, his free hand falling across his chest. "That was..." Is there even an adjective for it? It wasn't picturesque by a long shot, but it was theirs.

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She gives a tiny noise when he slips out of her, shifting more onto her side when Tony crowds next to her on the couch that's only so wide. But they manage it, her hand brushing against his belly and settling there. Nice, and okay aren't really all that flattering as far as responses go, so she settles on:

"Yes. It was," she agrees with an edge of fond amusement to her tone, smiling and laying her head on his shoulder with a tiny sigh. It hadn't been amazing, but it was the start of them; that alone made it special. She closes her eyes for a moment, feeling pleasantly drowsy.

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This is nice, like really nice. Maybe even better than their rushed and sloppy coupling moments earlier. Tony pushes copper hair out of his way so he can kiss her forehead before his arm slips down her back to hold her close and keep her on the sofa.

"Is it nap time?" he asks, already sounding a bit far away, eyes shut tight. His head is still faintly pounding and he has to believe sleeping will fix it even if he knows it probably won't. At least it'll be a good sleep with Pepper this close. "...I love you," he murmurs, getting used to the way the words sound rolling off his tongue. It immediately makes him giddy and he slings his other arm around her in a tight, if a bit sweaty, hug.

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"Mmm," she hums, in pleasure and agreement both as she closes her eyes and enjoys his closeness. "Yeah."

Pepper already sounds close to sleep as well, cuddling a little closer still when he hugs her against him though they're already flush with one another on the couch, nodding off easily despite some rational corner of her head saying they should have probably cleaned off first.

She doesn't know how long they sleep, but she eventually comes around groggily, still half-asleep; also sore, sticky and freezing cold, shivering. Her toes are numb. "...Tony?"

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Her voice startles him awake, though he can't fully identify her in the last moments of sleep and it makes him thrash briefly before the moment catches up to him. The fear drains from his face, but he gives a slight shiver as he realizes the predicament they're in.

"...Hey," he issues super belatedly, sitting up and blinking the sleep from his eyes.

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"Ugh," she mutters, not at him but at her general state of being right there; cold and sticky. That needs to be remedied pretty immediately, not that she's starting to actually wake up.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. You can come with me, if you wanna," she adds as she gets up from the couch, already beelining toward the bathroom, albeit not without a glance over her shoulder back at him, a smile curving at her lips.

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Tony snorts at her evaluation, hopping up a second later once he realizes her game. "Hey! Wait up." He actually jogs to catch up to her, ignoring how his still persistent headache protests, and taps his hip against hers playfully. "Not cool."

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"You snooze, you lose," she laughs as she steps through into the bathroom first, wasting little time turning on the shower so the water heats up as soon as possible. "Does your head still hurt?"

She hadn't missed the tightness around his eyes that spelled pain, trying to tamp down on the curling frisson of concern attempting to take root.

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The question is met with confusion, wondering how she could possibly know. He'd been trying hard not to give anything away, but apparently he had anyway.

"It's nothing," he dismisses, though her calling attention to it makes it hurt more somehow and he has to rub at his temple to abate the pressure some.

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"It's not nothing. Hop in," she prompts him in her no-nonsense manner once the water finally runs hot, herding him under the spray. She grabs the shampoo and squirts some on her palm before replacing the bottle, starting to wash his hair without asking if it's okay-- though the washing is actually a byproduct, here. She works up enough lather to allow her fingers to slide smoothly along his scalp before concentrating on specifics; fanning her fingers along the sides of his skull and rubbing her thumbs in circles over his temples, gently but firmly enough to smooth away the ache. Hopefully. "How's that?"

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How could he say no to that? Not like she gives him a choice. Tony opens his mouth to protest again, but then her fingers are sliding against his scalp just the right way and a low groan leaves his lips instead. It's probably the best feeling he's ever had from someone touching him alone and all he can really do is close his eyes and hang his head in her hands to enjoy the treatment. "Please... don't ever stop doing that."

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Pepper chuckles fondly, doing as she's told and continuing to rub circles against his temples, satisfied when the tension about his shoulders seems to ease some, the way he leans into her touch like a cat begging to be stroked. She's happy if this is making him feel better even marginally. "Is it helping any with the pain?"

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"Uh... yeah," he says distractedly, but he doesn't sound convinced. The pressure is still building at his temples in a way he knows will spread again the second she stops touching him. Still, Tony can't find it in himself to complain when she's trying to help. "Thank you." It's whispered as a hand wraps comfortably around her waist and his eyes shut, content to just stay here under the showerhead with her as long as she wants to.

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"Mm. So, that's a no," she counters softly with a tiny smile, but she doesn't stop her ministrations, as if she can banish Tony's discomfort by sheer willpower alone. "I'll get you some ice and an ibuprofen when we get out of here, okay?"

She's determined to try anything and everything, even if she is content to stay under the spray with him for a while longer. Leaning in, she presses her lips softly to his, an affectionate touch that lingers for longer than strictly necessary.

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He stays silent, but it's answer enough that she's right. "Yes, dear," he agrees blandly, like he might any other day, but there's an underlying meaning to the words that's never been there before. Tony lets out a little rumble in approval for the kiss, pressing into the gentle touch without hesitation. "You take such good care of me, what would I do without you?"

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"It's probably for the best not to speculate on that," she responds with a touch of her usual wry wit, though she doesn't fail to note the small difference in his glib agreement. The shampoo she'd rubbed into his hair is completely gone by now, and she combs her fingers through his hair now, slicking it back. "Ready?" To get out, she means.

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His eyes slowly blink open, then blink a few more times to clear the water. He leans into her and shakes his head.

"What about you?" he asks, wanting to do something for her while they're here. Though he's worried about messing up her hair somehow so instead he picks up a loofa, raising his brows while he slowly loads some soap on and presses just about as close as he can and reaches his arms around her, working the scratchy sponge over her back where he knows it feels nicest in his experience.

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"I--" she begins a little uncertainly, but then Tony brings out the loofa and her words falter. Her eyelids flutter indicatively when he rubs the sponge over her skin, a tiny hum of pleasure escaping her. "Oh... that's nice," she sighs, her hands settling on his shoulders and eyes closing all the way.