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[Iron Man 2] Belonging (Pepper/Natalie)
Title: Belonging
Fandom: Iron Man 2
Length: 614 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femmeslash's 10,000 Lilies porn battle: Iron Man 2, Pepper/Natalie, allies
Pairing: Pepper/Natalie
Other: NC-17 for sex. PWP.
Excerpt: They wouldn't have done this without him, but this wasn't about him. This was about wanting something beyond Tony, something of their own, and even if Stark was the reason they met, he wasn't the reason that they were in this bathroom, Natalie's lips hard against Pepper's, Pepper's fingers skimming Natalie's stomach, unfastening buttons methodically.
They wouldn't have done this without him, but this wasn't about him. This was about wanting something beyond Tony, something of their own, and even if Stark was the reason they met, he wasn't the reason that they were in this bathroom, Natalie's lips hard against Pepper's, Pepper's fingers skimming Natalie's stomach, unfastening buttons methodically.
They were doing this because they were women, because even if they worked for men and lived around men and picked after men, they needed no one else but themselves. Pepper was a CEO and she was going places, she was nearly there. Natalie had martial arts knowledge than many students twice her age. She also had stellar boobs, which Pepper was liberating from very nice lingerie.
She nipped at Natalie's pale skin, squeezing her breasts, and Natalie shuddered and pushed Pepper against the toilet. Pepper took the hint and sat down on the lid, shedding her heels, and then Natalie was there, her hands on the back of Pepper's neck. She kissed her forcefully as Pepper's fingers teased Natalie's nipples.
Natalie's fingers traced up Pepper's thighs. They didn't have a lot of time-- they never had a lot of time, but they were both perfectionists, willing to practice. Pepper scooted closer to the edge of the sink, lifting her hips to Natalie's attentions.
She was already wet when Natalie's fingers slipped under her panties, and she sighed at the attention. Pepper unzipped Natalie's skirt and Natalie kicked it to the floor, her hand still busy, thumb hard on Pepper's clit.
Natalie's thighs were firm and hot and Pepper ran her nails across them.
"I want," Natalie said, and Pepper paused, because this thing they do, this arrangement they have, rarely involved talking (it's inefficient). "I want to taste your freckles," she said, grinning. She leaned down and arranged her abandoned skirt primly on the cold tile before her head was between Pepper's legs.
Pepper was red-headed, and freckles ended up in the strangest places. Natalie kissed each one relentlessly as she made a path up Pepper's thighs. Then her tongue was on Pepper's clit and Pepper bit her lip, trying not to make noise. She tangled her hands in Natalie's hair, thankful for the fact that curls always looked a little messy. She came in a breath, throwing her head back and keening silently. Natalie sucked for a moment longer before Pepper pushed her away. When Natalie stood, Pepper's fingers were scissoring between Natalie's legs, curled to find that one spot that made Natalie's knees weak.
When Natalie sagged just a bit, kissing Pepper hard to drown out her orgasm, Pepper tasted wine and herself, but she smelled Tony. She knew she probably smelled like Tony too, sometimes, when he leaned too close for too long and she didn't even think about it. Natalie was with him all the time now, just like she had been. This was their time away, in a locked bathroom, far from anyone who could call this favoritism or spying or whatever else the press could think to spin it as.
They deserved better, but they both had plans, and they both were practical. They didn't have time for a relationship. Natalie's phone buzzed harshly against the floor. She leaned down to grab it, already beginning to set herself to rights. Pepper handed her her purse.
Natalie left first, and Pepper followed ten minutes later. Her hair was perfect, her lip gloss reapplied. She had was here at this party as a representative of Stark Industries, after all. Most importantly, as Pepper Potts.
She and Natalie shared a smile of understanding when they rejoined the group. And when everyone assumed it was because they were acknowledging each other as professionals, that was perfectly fine.
Fandom: Iron Man 2
Length: 614 words
Prompt:
femmeslash's 10,000 Lilies porn battle: Iron Man 2, Pepper/Natalie, alliesPairing: Pepper/Natalie
Other: NC-17 for sex. PWP.
Excerpt: They wouldn't have done this without him, but this wasn't about him. This was about wanting something beyond Tony, something of their own, and even if Stark was the reason they met, he wasn't the reason that they were in this bathroom, Natalie's lips hard against Pepper's, Pepper's fingers skimming Natalie's stomach, unfastening buttons methodically.
They wouldn't have done this without him, but this wasn't about him. This was about wanting something beyond Tony, something of their own, and even if Stark was the reason they met, he wasn't the reason that they were in this bathroom, Natalie's lips hard against Pepper's, Pepper's fingers skimming Natalie's stomach, unfastening buttons methodically.
They were doing this because they were women, because even if they worked for men and lived around men and picked after men, they needed no one else but themselves. Pepper was a CEO and she was going places, she was nearly there. Natalie had martial arts knowledge than many students twice her age. She also had stellar boobs, which Pepper was liberating from very nice lingerie.
She nipped at Natalie's pale skin, squeezing her breasts, and Natalie shuddered and pushed Pepper against the toilet. Pepper took the hint and sat down on the lid, shedding her heels, and then Natalie was there, her hands on the back of Pepper's neck. She kissed her forcefully as Pepper's fingers teased Natalie's nipples.
Natalie's fingers traced up Pepper's thighs. They didn't have a lot of time-- they never had a lot of time, but they were both perfectionists, willing to practice. Pepper scooted closer to the edge of the sink, lifting her hips to Natalie's attentions.
She was already wet when Natalie's fingers slipped under her panties, and she sighed at the attention. Pepper unzipped Natalie's skirt and Natalie kicked it to the floor, her hand still busy, thumb hard on Pepper's clit.
Natalie's thighs were firm and hot and Pepper ran her nails across them.
"I want," Natalie said, and Pepper paused, because this thing they do, this arrangement they have, rarely involved talking (it's inefficient). "I want to taste your freckles," she said, grinning. She leaned down and arranged her abandoned skirt primly on the cold tile before her head was between Pepper's legs.
Pepper was red-headed, and freckles ended up in the strangest places. Natalie kissed each one relentlessly as she made a path up Pepper's thighs. Then her tongue was on Pepper's clit and Pepper bit her lip, trying not to make noise. She tangled her hands in Natalie's hair, thankful for the fact that curls always looked a little messy. She came in a breath, throwing her head back and keening silently. Natalie sucked for a moment longer before Pepper pushed her away. When Natalie stood, Pepper's fingers were scissoring between Natalie's legs, curled to find that one spot that made Natalie's knees weak.
When Natalie sagged just a bit, kissing Pepper hard to drown out her orgasm, Pepper tasted wine and herself, but she smelled Tony. She knew she probably smelled like Tony too, sometimes, when he leaned too close for too long and she didn't even think about it. Natalie was with him all the time now, just like she had been. This was their time away, in a locked bathroom, far from anyone who could call this favoritism or spying or whatever else the press could think to spin it as.
They deserved better, but they both had plans, and they both were practical. They didn't have time for a relationship. Natalie's phone buzzed harshly against the floor. She leaned down to grab it, already beginning to set herself to rights. Pepper handed her her purse.
Natalie left first, and Pepper followed ten minutes later. Her hair was perfect, her lip gloss reapplied. She had was here at this party as a representative of Stark Industries, after all. Most importantly, as Pepper Potts.
She and Natalie shared a smile of understanding when they rejoined the group. And when everyone assumed it was because they were acknowledging each other as professionals, that was perfectly fine.