026 | Sunshine | Voice Post

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How's the piano working?

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[Early this morning: Tony is lying beside her, whether on the floor or the bed or wherever. He is very close, although their bodies aren't quite touching; he's already fully dressed and ready for the day. His face is awfully close to hers with a languid smile on his features. He waits until her eyes finally drift open and then purrs in a sing-song.]

Good morning, Sunshine~.

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[When the scent hits her nostrils, Pepper recoils faintly, nose wrinkling. Then she steps into the kitchen and gets to work without delay. She dumps out the old grounds, hunts for new ones and a filter, and generally begins tidying up without thinking about it. Suddenly she freezes with the empty coffee pot in hand and looks back to him, blue eyes stunned.]

What did you eat?

[Her inflection is not unlike the tone someone would use with a dog who has shown up with half of something notably gross between his lips. She walks over to him, glass coffee pot the only barrier between them. Pepper looks up at him, and is clearly miffed that she has to look up at him.]

What did you eat?

[She repeats.]

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[Tony grins down at her.]

Cinnamon rolls. Extra frosting.

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[Her stomach growls. Dammit. Traitor.]

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[Up raises an elegant eyebrow.]

Hungry?

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[She considers lying. She considers the number of steps between herself and the door to Tony's apartment and the fact that she's wearing pajamas. Pepper decides honesty is the best policy. She smiles.]

Why yes, Mr. Stark. How kind of you to notice.

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Want something?

[He offers, waiting for her to be thrown off by the offer, but showing nothing of the idea with however she does in fact react.]

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[Pepper wonders what her boss would do if she actually played along like other women do...if she didn't protest his smart-assery. She doesn't care to ever find out. No doubt the resulting inflation of ego would explode and destroy them all. She lifts an eyebrow.]

There are many things I want, Mr. Stark...but right now I'll settle for a cup of coffee and some buttered toast if you're not going to be generous with something other than morning sausage.

[Then she turns and walks back into the kitchen, ignoring the protests of her stomach for the cinnamon rolls her employer mentioned and other unmentionable parts of her hungering for what she mentioned. She really really really is not paid enough.]

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[Tony blinks. He hadn't quite expected that. But he moves smoothly forward, a hint of laughter following Pepper into the kitchen as he glides in.]

No, Miss Potts. That's not what I'm offering. Morning for me was two hours ago. [He didn't add "And it's settled down from then" but it was on the tip of his tongue. Instead he moved on with,] I was asking if you wanted real sustenance. You know--food.

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[The sheer dirtiness of what she just said seems to hit Pepper, and the crimson of her blush is visible down the back of her neck as she works at getting some fresh coffee going. He always goes so noble at the worst times.]

That would be nice.

[She says in a tone just a bit too high to be normal. She also doesn't notice how the openness of the interpretation of what would be nice has left her vulnerable. Coffee, and the production of it, is the only thing on her mind. The. Only. Thing.]

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{Tony seems unphased by the awkward conversation and simply goes to work at the cabinet next to his personal assistant. Before he really does anything he pauses, turns to her, and asks,]

What do you want?

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You-

[Pepper says without looking up as she sticks the coffee pot into the device. She turns and looks at him. Her eyes are limpid pools of yearning, her body is poised as if to leap upon him, the tips of her toes are curled tightly against the kitchen floor.

Then Stark's assistant leans back against the counter, folds her arms, and smirks. Her eyes glint, and she bites her bottom lip as she smiles as if she has won.]

-making some more cinnamon rolls, please.

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[Tony stares at her for a beat, his expression completely blank, before he blinks and turns back to the counter. He gets started on making his Pepper PA some cinnamon rolls.]