(MCU) Drive
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salmon_pinkTitle: Drive
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Pepper/Hope
Rating: NC-17
Words: 499
Notes: Character spoilers for Ant-Man. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcufemslash, prompt "backseat".
Pepper really shouldn’t be leaving the fundraiser early. But Tony never bothered to show, so she spent the first hour networking hard enough for both of them. And, most importantly, nobody thought to warn her that Hope would be there.
Pepper catches sight of her across the room, the smirk of plum lips and that look in Hope’s eye, and her hand is already reaching into her clutch, fumbling for her cell.
Happy initially sounds surprised at the request to bring the car around so early into the night. Pepper can see the surprise quickly fade when he pulls up out front to find Hope standing beside her.
At least Hope is polite enough to pretend she doesn’t notice the fierce conversation Pepper and Happy proceed to have with only their eyebrows.
Pepper slides into the car, trying not to stare at the way Hope crosses her legs against the leather seats, stiletto slipping off one heel as she bounces her leg in amusement. Happy slams the door closed behind them with more force than necessary, and Pepper won’t hear the end of this for weeks, he’ll be teasing her non-stop, and heaven help her when Tony inevitably hears about it.
Pepper glances at Hope, at the sharp line of her dark hair framing her jaw, at the long curve of her neck, and already knows it’s worth whatever she’ll have to put up with.
“Care for some music?” Happy asks in an overly loud voice. “Some Beyonce, ladies?”
“We’re fine,” Pepper responds through gritted teeth, ignoring the way he hums the opening lines of ‘Partition’ as he rolls up the divider between himself and the rest of the limo.
They’re not even pulled entirely away from the sidewalk before Hope pounces, and thank God for tinted windows.
Pepper moans, doesn’t care that Happy can probably hear, because Hope’s lips are at her throat, and she’s always just the right shade of rough. Scrape of teeth, roving hands shoving the hemline of Pepper’s dress higher up her thighs, and Pepper tangles her fingers in Hope’s hair. Pulls at it until she gets an appreciative murmur, until she can tilt Hope’s head back for a kiss, spreading her legs so Hope can grind down between them.
The Stark/Pym feud is legendary in the business world, still going strong despite Hank Pym’s retirement. Which means Pepper’s path doesn’t cross with Hope’s all that often, so she’s determined to make the most of this opportunity. Whimpering into Hope’s mouth when the seams of her panties split under the impatience of Hope’s fingers, already so wet for it, feeling the throb between her thighs as Hope pushes Pepper’s leg up higher and sinks to her knees in front of the seat.
Breathing deeply, hungrily, as she looks at Pepper’s exposed cunt, and Happy chooses that exact moment to take a corner at speeds no limo should ever reach.
The both of them winding up on the car’s floor doesn’t even slow them down.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Pepper/Hope
Rating: NC-17
Words: 499
Notes: Character spoilers for Ant-Man. For
mcufemslash, prompt "backseat".Pepper really shouldn’t be leaving the fundraiser early. But Tony never bothered to show, so she spent the first hour networking hard enough for both of them. And, most importantly, nobody thought to warn her that Hope would be there.
Pepper catches sight of her across the room, the smirk of plum lips and that look in Hope’s eye, and her hand is already reaching into her clutch, fumbling for her cell.
Happy initially sounds surprised at the request to bring the car around so early into the night. Pepper can see the surprise quickly fade when he pulls up out front to find Hope standing beside her.
At least Hope is polite enough to pretend she doesn’t notice the fierce conversation Pepper and Happy proceed to have with only their eyebrows.
Pepper slides into the car, trying not to stare at the way Hope crosses her legs against the leather seats, stiletto slipping off one heel as she bounces her leg in amusement. Happy slams the door closed behind them with more force than necessary, and Pepper won’t hear the end of this for weeks, he’ll be teasing her non-stop, and heaven help her when Tony inevitably hears about it.
Pepper glances at Hope, at the sharp line of her dark hair framing her jaw, at the long curve of her neck, and already knows it’s worth whatever she’ll have to put up with.
“Care for some music?” Happy asks in an overly loud voice. “Some Beyonce, ladies?”
“We’re fine,” Pepper responds through gritted teeth, ignoring the way he hums the opening lines of ‘Partition’ as he rolls up the divider between himself and the rest of the limo.
They’re not even pulled entirely away from the sidewalk before Hope pounces, and thank God for tinted windows.
Pepper moans, doesn’t care that Happy can probably hear, because Hope’s lips are at her throat, and she’s always just the right shade of rough. Scrape of teeth, roving hands shoving the hemline of Pepper’s dress higher up her thighs, and Pepper tangles her fingers in Hope’s hair. Pulls at it until she gets an appreciative murmur, until she can tilt Hope’s head back for a kiss, spreading her legs so Hope can grind down between them.
The Stark/Pym feud is legendary in the business world, still going strong despite Hank Pym’s retirement. Which means Pepper’s path doesn’t cross with Hope’s all that often, so she’s determined to make the most of this opportunity. Whimpering into Hope’s mouth when the seams of her panties split under the impatience of Hope’s fingers, already so wet for it, feeling the throb between her thighs as Hope pushes Pepper’s leg up higher and sinks to her knees in front of the seat.
Breathing deeply, hungrily, as she looks at Pepper’s exposed cunt, and Happy chooses that exact moment to take a corner at speeds no limo should ever reach.
The both of them winding up on the car’s floor doesn’t even slow them down.
