Blackpepper: After a stressful week, Pepper comes home tense and unhappy. Natasha decides to take her to bed and worship her lovers body, giving her multiple orgasms until Pepper is blissed out and happy again. +1000 internet cookies for some adorable fluffy cuddling afterwards, and 1000 more if there aren't any dildos or other toys involved.
" - ctly, Tony. No. No, you can not use that to bankrupt them. Tony, don’t you dare. I am not flying back out there to fix this if you decide to make it into a mess. You promised me the weekend and I’m holding you to it.”
Natasha looked up as Pepper came in, briefcase dangling from one hand, phone in the other. She nudged the door closed with her foot - how she managed to get it open in the first place, Natasha wasn’t sure - then continued bickering with her employer. A few ‘no’s and ‘knock it off’s were exchanged before Natasha walked over and took both briefcase and phone.
"Tony," she said pleasantly. "You know the rules."
"Right, right. None of my shenanigans once she steps through your door." She could hear Tony sigh dramatically. "I suppose that means you want me to hang up now."
"Well, you don’t have to, but I am. See you next week?"
"You bet. I’ll beat you at chess eventually," he laughed.
Natasha set the phone aside, then looked at Pepper with a loving gaze. ”Problem solved. How are you feeling, love?”
Pepper shook her head, eyes tired and empty, expression nothing short of miserable. It wasn’t just Tony, Natasha knew. It was the stress of a hundred business calls and people who didn’t listen, a million little mistakes courtesy of her subordinates which were so small on their own but really added up at the end of the day…
Pepper tilted her head slightly. ”No, what?”
"No, this. This face, this mood. I will not stand for this."
Pepper chuckled softly and sighed. ”Well, there’s a sofa over there if you - hey!!” She squeaked as Natasha lifted her, carrying her towards the bedroom. ”What are you doing?”
"Carrying you to the bed, where - with your consent - I am going to treat you like a goddess."
Pepper had the decency to blush a bit. ”And what does that mean?”
"I think you know. You can stop me at any time; you know I’ll listen."
Pepper squeaked as Natasha set her down on the sheets, then hummed softly when Natasha ran gentle hands up the pale silk of her legs, rolling down her stockings and nudging the hem of her skirt up, up, until Pepper’s underwear was revealed. Natasha grinned softly at the sight - Pepper wasn’t wearing some kinky red number or a pair of lacy black touch-me-tease-me’s. They were white and gently form-fitting, with a soft gray paisley pattern.
Pepper looked up at her with a still-stressed grin. ”What?” she demanded.
"Those are cute. I like ‘em." Natasha dropped her head to kiss at Pepper’s inner thighs, smiling when Pepper took a deep, steadying breath. "Want me to take them off?"
Natasha did so without hesitation, although slow enough to be considered patient, running gentle fingers through the soft, thick curls of red she had uncovered. Pepper whined softly, squirming. Natasha quirked an eyebrow at her. ”You want me to skip the foreplay?” she asked. Pepper was only ever this fidgety when she was impatient.
"Wha - oh, no. Not this time. It’s just been a bad week."
"I know, love," Natasha whispered, moving her hands up to slide Pepper’s dress off the rest of the way. "And I’m going to do my best to fix it."
And, Pepper would gladly attest to anyone who dared challenge their sex life, Natasha did fix it. Repeatedly, and with a skill that was enough to make a grown woman cry.
She knew just when to dip those slender, scarred fingers between her legs, knew how to stroke her clitoris in that way that made Pepper’s entire back tingle with fiery electricity. She knew when to nibble at the soft undersides of Pepper’s breasts, and when to circle her tongue over the perked pink nipples just a few inches higher. And she was masterful at drawing out orgasm - actually, orgasms, plural. She never let them build into overstimulation, but Natasha could still draw them out for blissful minutes. Pepper gasped and wailed, unashamed in her loud praises for her lover.
Pepper’s attempts to reciprocate were met with gentle shushing noises and renewed intensity, and when they finally wound down, Pepper was positively dizzy with pleasure. Natasha was still running loving hands over her - arms and sides now, though, nothing to get her worked up again.
"Wow," Pepper panted. "Just…wow. I’m going to make that up to you in the morning."
Natasha smiled and curled up beside her, pulling Pepper into her arms. ”You don’t have to. I came watching you. I may have also cheated a little and ground back onto my heel.”
Pepper giggled and turned to face her, burying her face in Natasha’s neck, and, by extension, her hair. ”I love you, Tasha.”
Natasha felt a warm glow spread through her, and she knew she was smiling. That was, and would continue to be, the best thing anyone could ever tell her. ”I love you too. So. Want to sleep, or watch some Netflix? Either way, I’m not letting you go.”
"As long as you’ve got me," Pepper hummed, "we could go fishing and I’d be good right now."
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