So yeah, I was watching the Oprah interview of Robert and Susan Downey and pretty much stole his words for wooing her for this fic. If you know what I'm on about, enjoy! If not, enjoy anyway!

I own nothing, not even the idea of the fic. Everything belongs to Stan Lee and RDJ I suppose...

Oh yeah, and this is my first Iron Man fic. I've been boring the shit out of my friends (mainly The Queen Of Sin) about RDJ for the past month or so, and seeing as I've both stopped watching and writing CSI fics, I thought I'd take a crack at Iron Man. I've got a few more lined up when I can be arsed typing out what I've hand written/figuring out what I've hand written. Bus journeys are not so awesome if you want to be able to read what you've written later on.

"So...wanna make out?"

This simple sentence totally blind sighted the other party in the conversation, so much so it took her a full ten seconds to register.

"...what?"

"I said-"

"Yeah, I heard what you said Tony."

"So...?"

"So what?"

"So, wanna make out with me?"

"Uh...no."

"Aww come on, why not?"

"A million reasons."

"Give me one."

"Other than we have work to do?"

"That isn't a reason, that's an excuse."

"Same difference."

"Not to me."

She felt his eyes boring into the side of her head, so she sighed and put down her pen, turning to where he sat next to her on the bed.

"Tony...what are you doing?"

"I'm asking what I thought was a simple question."

"It's not the question that's the hard part."

"Then tell me what is."

"The connotations and expectations surrounding the question."

"Technicalities. Literally."

"Nothing's a technicality where you're concerned."

"Ok then, easily inadmissible pieces of information that may or may not relate to the subject in question."

"There is no subject. I don't even know why we're talking about this."

"You just said there wasn't anything to talk about, are you admitting there is?"

"No, I'm saying we have work to do."

"I'm giving you the day off. Or at least the next half hour."

"Tony-"

"Pepper?"

There was a long silence, in which she glared at him while he smirked back at her. She looked angry and amused at the same time.

"You didn't say no..." he pushed. Her expression didn't change. "Do you want to make out-"

She threw herself at him, her lips landing on his like her life depended on it. He immediately crushed her body to his and chuckled into the kiss. After a few minutes, she pulled away.

"So...half an hour huh?" she kissed his chin.

His mouth twitched and he moved his head down to kiss and nip Pepper's neck. "I was right the first time, better make it the day."

Finito