(MCU) Office Attire
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salmon_pinkTitle: Office Attire
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Rating: PG-13
Words: 496
Notes: Crossdressing. Public semi-nudity. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fan_flashworks, prompt "interruptions".
Summary: Tony is Pepper's business and her pleasure.
Pepper recognises Tony’s knock, mostly because it’s needlessly obnoxious and impatient. She finishes her paragraph and saves her progress before she glances up and, sure enough, that’s Tony on the other side of her office’s glass door.
That’s Tony wearing a long trench coat despite the summer heat, and Pepper’s on her feet in an instant, trepidation bubbling in her chest.
“You know that I can see you ignoring me,” Tony remarks sardonically, giving the glass another pointed knock once Pepper’s opened the door.
“I thought you’d get the hint,” she shoots back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why are you wearing that?”
Tony smirks. “Thought you’d never ask.” And then he’s throwing the trench coat open and, oh God, those are lacy black panties.
The trepidation in her chest turns into lust.
“Oh yeah, lets do this,” Tony grins, looking way more smug than anybody in just a trench coat and panties has a right to. “Windows, transparency ten percent.”
“Very good, sir,” JARVIS’ voice replies, and the glass windows mist over into opaqueness.
“What, why ten percent? Why not zero percent?” Pepper asks in annoyance, watching Tony pull a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge.
“Why not? Give everyone a little thrill.”
“Stop dodging my questions or nobody’s getting a thrill,” Pepper deadpans, and Tony just laughs, nabbing two glasses. “And tell me you didn’t drive here like that.”
“Nope,” he shrugs, bustling around her desk, shoving important paperwork to the floor to make space. “Changed in the hallway.”
“In the hallway?” Pepper snaps, snatching the champagne from him and glaring. “Why not the bathroom? Where are your pants?”
“Don’t know, I gave them to somebody.”
“Who?” Pepper growls, holding the champagne over her head when he makes a grab for it.
“I don’t know, somebody, presumably they work for me, so I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem is us not wanting a sexual harassment lawsuit,” she informs him curtly.
Tony throws his hands up, like she’s being the ridiculous one. “It’s not sexual harassment to give somebody your pants!”
“It is when you’ve just stripped and are clearly half-naked.”
“I buttoned up the coat!”
Pepper pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a long-suffering sigh.
“I thought I was doing something nice, surprising you,” Tony insists, tugging the champagne from her now-lax grip. “Do you know how many high-powered executive types would love to have their significant other show up at their office dressed like this?”
Pepper could point out the concept of discretion, but she kind of gave that up when she agreed to date Tony. And it’s difficult to keep the argument going when there’s all that tanned skin on display.
God, those are her panties, she realises with a spike of heat.
She hooks her finger under the hem, and Tony smiles, lets her drag him close. “It would be a shame to waste this opportunity,” she agrees, before kissing the leer off Tony’s face.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Rating: PG-13
Words: 496
Notes: Crossdressing. Public semi-nudity. For
fan_flashworks, prompt "interruptions".Summary: Tony is Pepper's business and her pleasure.
Pepper recognises Tony’s knock, mostly because it’s needlessly obnoxious and impatient. She finishes her paragraph and saves her progress before she glances up and, sure enough, that’s Tony on the other side of her office’s glass door.
That’s Tony wearing a long trench coat despite the summer heat, and Pepper’s on her feet in an instant, trepidation bubbling in her chest.
“You know that I can see you ignoring me,” Tony remarks sardonically, giving the glass another pointed knock once Pepper’s opened the door.
“I thought you’d get the hint,” she shoots back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why are you wearing that?”
Tony smirks. “Thought you’d never ask.” And then he’s throwing the trench coat open and, oh God, those are lacy black panties.
The trepidation in her chest turns into lust.
“Oh yeah, lets do this,” Tony grins, looking way more smug than anybody in just a trench coat and panties has a right to. “Windows, transparency ten percent.”
“Very good, sir,” JARVIS’ voice replies, and the glass windows mist over into opaqueness.
“What, why ten percent? Why not zero percent?” Pepper asks in annoyance, watching Tony pull a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge.
“Why not? Give everyone a little thrill.”
“Stop dodging my questions or nobody’s getting a thrill,” Pepper deadpans, and Tony just laughs, nabbing two glasses. “And tell me you didn’t drive here like that.”
“Nope,” he shrugs, bustling around her desk, shoving important paperwork to the floor to make space. “Changed in the hallway.”
“In the hallway?” Pepper snaps, snatching the champagne from him and glaring. “Why not the bathroom? Where are your pants?”
“Don’t know, I gave them to somebody.”
“Who?” Pepper growls, holding the champagne over her head when he makes a grab for it.
“I don’t know, somebody, presumably they work for me, so I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem is us not wanting a sexual harassment lawsuit,” she informs him curtly.
Tony throws his hands up, like she’s being the ridiculous one. “It’s not sexual harassment to give somebody your pants!”
“It is when you’ve just stripped and are clearly half-naked.”
“I buttoned up the coat!”
Pepper pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a long-suffering sigh.
“I thought I was doing something nice, surprising you,” Tony insists, tugging the champagne from her now-lax grip. “Do you know how many high-powered executive types would love to have their significant other show up at their office dressed like this?”
Pepper could point out the concept of discretion, but she kind of gave that up when she agreed to date Tony. And it’s difficult to keep the argument going when there’s all that tanned skin on display.
God, those are her panties, she realises with a spike of heat.
She hooks her finger under the hem, and Tony smiles, lets her drag him close. “It would be a shame to waste this opportunity,” she agrees, before kissing the leer off Tony’s face.
