[ Pepper's eyes track his features fondly, as if re-learning every curve. Time has left their tracks on both of them, the pair of them no longer those fresh(er)-faced youths they once were. Middle-aged... when did that happen again, Pepper wonders idly. Tony has new lines etched across his face, fresh scars from his latest (and last, Pepper hopes with fervor) near-death experience, silver now streaking through his hair and beard.
And god, he's still the most handsome man she's ever seen. Knowing well his weaknesses, she tugs gently on his hair, occasionally letting blunt nails scritch his scalp just enough to feel good. Under the warm press of his hand, her thumb rubs into his chest through his shirt in small, back-and-forth motions.
Her lips, bare of any lipstick today, curve into a small smirk at his coyness. ]
I wouldn't remember, actually. It's been a while since that's happened, hasn't it.
[ Life with a small child didn't often afford them such luxuries, not that she'd trade away a single day spent with Morgan. ]
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And god, he's still the most handsome man she's ever seen. Knowing well his weaknesses, she tugs gently on his hair, occasionally letting blunt nails scritch his scalp just enough to feel good. Under the warm press of his hand, her thumb rubs into his chest through his shirt in small, back-and-forth motions.
Her lips, bare of any lipstick today, curve into a small smirk at his coyness. ]
I wouldn't remember, actually. It's been a while since that's happened, hasn't it.
[ Life with a small child didn't often afford them such luxuries, not that she'd trade away a single day spent with Morgan. ]