[Tony makes some kind of noise that sounds to be a mix between a squeak and a gasp. All this dressing up just to get him to behave? Yeah okay, he can deal with that.] Hair down too?
Okay fine, ya got me. But we're dancing tonight. No complaints. Even if your feet hurt, okay? You can take your shoes off.
[See, that's a fair enough deal. Tony grins as he looks down at her and his hands may or may not have gripped onto her sides just a little bit.] Oh? Did I forget my birthday again?
[Pepper kind of enjoys it when he gets handsy. It's good to feel wanted, to have a sense of his desire and affection] I'd love to dance with you at the benefit. I'll even put a pair of flats in my purse.
[That coy smile keeps playing on her lips] No. I just fell completely in love with this really cute pinstripe bra and thong set.
[If there was anything that Tony was good at, it was being handsy. Among other things.]
Always planning ahead. I knew I kept you around for a reason. [But Tony has to draw back a little bit, because if he didn't then he was bound to get more then just handsy] Well then, I should..probably...let you go so you can get ready, yeah?
[There's usually rules and stuff about work romances.. Not that Tony ever cared much for rules anyway. Besides, it wasn't entirely his fault.]
Yes ma'am. [Far be it for him to refuse. Pep usually finds a way to get him to do anything. Tony slips away but not without stealing a kiss from her cheek.] Oh, what's this benefit thingy for anyway? I should probably know what I'm showing up to.
[and just like that, Tony slinks his arm around her waist in order to hold her close.] ..you can de-brief me in the limo and we can start the evening off right.
[Admittedly, yeah sure, it was a totally cheesy segue and it may or may not end in an actual debriefing, but she laughed. That would do just fine for him.]
[That's because Tony has mastered the art of the puppy eyes. No woman can resist his adorable charm. This is fact. Just stating facts here.]
I work with what I'm given. [And there's no complaints here. He's more then eager to return the favor, both arms neatly wrapped around the petite waist as Tony pulls her in a bit more closely.] What if I said pretty please? Hm? Call in a sick day or something. Personal day, or whatever.
[Unfortunately, the puppy eyes only work for so long. Sort of a one shot deal. It sucks. Tony mockingly pouts, kissing the top of her head affectionately before actually having to pry himself away from her.]
Alright, alright, but I want breakfast in bed tomorrow morning. Waffles. Big ones. Super big. Extra butter too. [As if he's laying out a list of demands or something. Tony moves to head off for the bathroom. He probably shouldn't show up a benefit smelling like grease and motor oil.]
[She's glad he let go; they were reaching the critical point where she'd have to let go or just give in to his whims. And they need to show up at the benefit. People need to see him out and about. Especially now]
Comments
Benefits are boring. The open bar is the only thing that makes them tolerable.
Sorta.
Sometimes.
..On occasion.
...Special occasions.
Hair down too?
Can't I just call in a sick day? We can have a night in.
Aww, tomorrow? C'mon!
[Coyly] I got a parcel from La Perla today.
[See, that's a fair enough deal. Tony grins as he looks down at her and his hands may or may not have gripped onto her sides just a little bit.] Oh? Did I forget my birthday again?
[That coy smile keeps playing on her lips] No. I just fell completely in love with this really cute pinstripe bra and thong set.
Always planning ahead. I knew I kept you around for a reason. [But Tony has to draw back a little bit, because if he didn't then he was bound to get more then just handsy] Well then, I should..probably...let you go so you can get ready, yeah?
Yeah, you should. Go shower and get into the tux. [Winks--] I love how you look in a tux.
Yes ma'am. [Far be it for him to refuse. Pep usually finds a way to get him to do anything. Tony slips away but not without stealing a kiss from her cheek.] Oh, what's this benefit thingy for anyway? I should probably know what I'm showing up to.
[and just like that, Tony slinks his arm around her waist in order to hold her close.] ..you can de-brief me in the limo and we can start the evening off right.
[Admittedly, yeah sure, it was a totally cheesy segue and it may or may not end in an actual debriefing, but she laughed. That would do just fine for him.]
Too corny?
I work with what I'm given. [And there's no complaints here. He's more then eager to return the favor, both arms neatly wrapped around the petite waist as Tony pulls her in a bit more closely.] What if I said pretty please? Hm? Call in a sick day or something. Personal day, or whatever.
C'mon, you know you wanna see me all dolled up. [He feels right in her arms, now safe and whole]
Alright, alright, but I want breakfast in bed tomorrow morning. Waffles. Big ones. Super big. Extra butter too. [As if he's laying out a list of demands or something. Tony moves to head off for the bathroom. He probably shouldn't show up a benefit smelling like grease and motor oil.]
[She's glad he let go; they were reaching the critical point where she'd have to let go or just give in to his whims. And they need to show up at the benefit. People need to see him out and about. Especially now]