[ Pepper gasps, a breathy exhalation of excitement, when he lifts her onto the workbench, as impatient for more as she is. She tugs him closer eagerly, trembling under his touches and hungry kisses, the silence of the workshop broken only by their heavy breaths and heated mutters. Pepper gropes for the buttons of his pants to rid them of the last obstacle, long, lean legs already winding around his hips to pull him as close as it's possible to be.
She chants his name under her breath, gasping it against his skin, nails digging into his back through layers of cloth, clutching at the curling strands of hair at the nape of his neck. It's not the most romantic, most involved affair, but it's perfect in its own right.
Afterward, as they drift slowly down from their mutual high, Pepper strokes her fingers more gently through his hair and draws him in a slow kiss, full of care and every bit of loving affection she carries in her heart for him. ]
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She chants his name under her breath, gasping it against his skin, nails digging into his back through layers of cloth, clutching at the curling strands of hair at the nape of his neck. It's not the most romantic, most involved affair, but it's perfect in its own right.
Afterward, as they drift slowly down from their mutual high, Pepper strokes her fingers more gently through his hair and draws him in a slow kiss, full of care and every bit of loving affection she carries in her heart for him. ]