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posted 1 year ago via downeyy · © sweetegoist with 4,660 notes




believetheblonde:

“Tony,” she asks slowly, “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer her, wading out a few more feet. The sun is hot as it beats down on her back, and the sand slips through her toes comfortably. Throwing a hand up, she tries her best to make out his expression- that’s usually a pretty good indicator of the severity of the shenanigan he is about to pull.
She had not, however, in her wildest, wildest dreams, expected Tony Stark, also known as her boss, also known as her boyfriend, to be buck ass naked.
Pepper Potts refuses to be called a prude.
However, they had moved cautiously- cautiously for Tony- in that aspect of their relationship. Certainly, they had not ventured into intimacy in broad daylight, in the middle of the ocean. This turn of events was unfathomable, unacceptable, unethical-
“Pep, if you don’t close your mouth I may stick a popsicle in it,” he said smartly.
Finally, she spoke. “Tony, this is crazy.”
He reached out for her form, pulling her closer, deeper into water. “Pepper, you already have my number, and I think calling yourself would be rather silly, since you take all my calls and-“
“Tony,” she repeated, sharper, cheeks growing warm, whether it be from the alcohol, the sun, or other…turns of events. “What in the hell are we doing?”
He cocked his head to the side, almost as if questioning her sanity. “Skinny dipping, of course,” he answered, matter of fact, deftly trailing a wet hand up her spine to the tie on her neck.
“Live a little,” he said, and pulled.

believetheblonde:

“Tony,” she asks slowly, “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer her, wading out a few more feet. The sun is hot as it beats down on her back, and the sand slips through her toes comfortably. Throwing a hand up, she tries her best to make out his expression- that’s usually a pretty good indicator of the severity of the shenanigan he is about to pull.

She had not, however, in her wildest, wildest dreams, expected Tony Stark, also known as her boss, also known as her boyfriend, to be buck ass naked.

Pepper Potts refuses to be called a prude.

However, they had moved cautiously- cautiously for Tony- in that aspect of their relationship. Certainly, they had not ventured into intimacy in broad daylight, in the middle of the ocean. This turn of events was unfathomable, unacceptable, unethical-

“Pep, if you don’t close your mouth I may stick a popsicle in it,” he said smartly.

Finally, she spoke. “Tony, this is crazy.”

He reached out for her form, pulling her closer, deeper into water. “Pepper, you already have my number, and I think calling yourself would be rather silly, since you take all my calls and-“

“Tony,” she repeated, sharper, cheeks growing warm, whether it be from the alcohol, the sun, or other…turns of events. “What in the hell are we doing?”

He cocked his head to the side, almost as if questioning her sanity. “Skinny dipping, of course,” he answered, matter of fact, deftly trailing a wet hand up her spine to the tie on her neck.

“Live a little,” he said, and pulled.