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Title: Her Secretary
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Ironman/Thor
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Pepper/Darcy
Disclaimer: I do not own Ironman or Thor and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: It seems kind of stereotypical for a CEO to be having an affair with their secretary.
AN: Written for the prompt 'Power Dynamics' for my Trope Bingo table.
It seems kind of stereotypical for a CEO to be having an affair with their secretary, but Stark Industries is the kind of company that would survive a scandal like that. If, of course, the CEO was still Tony – with him it was expected. Pepper knew she would get a lot more trouble for it. She’d already managed to frustrate and annoy her business rivals as well as several members of the board by actually daring to be good at her job without having an MBA. How dare she have her cake and eat it too?
Not to mention, her secretary was a woman.
“Will that be all, Miss Potts?” Darcy asks. She’s got a clipboard full of signed papers balanced on her forearm and a copy of Pepper’s schedule imprinted into her brain. She’s a smart girl – poli-sci student – with a smart mouth and one hell of a character. Pepper’s in love.
She’s got one hell of a body too. Pepper lets herself appreciate the curve of breast pressed up by that clipboard for a moment before she replies. “That will be all, Miss Lewis.”
Darcy smiles, a cheeky curve of vibrant red - Pleasure Me Red according to the Maybelline tube she applies it with – and bows out, her heels clicking across the hardwood floor and her hips swaying. Her pencil skirt is tight, clinging to her curves, and it’s split just enough at the back to show the lacy edge of her stocking tops.
It’s not appropriate. None of this is. But Pepper is addicted. If the press find out there’ll be an uproar and she knows it – and she’s not usually this irresponsible. For all that it’s consensual, they’re two women in a man’s world (her in a “man’s” job) and Darcy is young enough to be too young while still being legal.
It’s a mess. It doesn’t help either that the world expects her to become Ironman’s girlfriend by the end of the year (at the latest).
She meets Darcy later at a hotel renowned for its privacy. She enters the room to find wine poured, chocolates spilling from a gold-ribboned box, and Darcy waiting in lingerie Pepper bought her – cheeky, feline smile fixed in place – her curves bedecked in black lace and red ribbon. She’s everything Pepper shouldn’t be involved with, but she’s beautiful.
Pepper crosses the room and kisses her, not even bothering to take her shoes off first even though her feet are aching. Darcy surges up to meet her and Pepper tastes chocolate on her tongue. She wants her. Wants her so badly that she tangles her hand in Darcy’s hair and urges her down – Darcy laughs as she takes the hint, slipping off the bed to kneel at Pepper’s feet and pushing her skirt up around her hips.
She breathes on Pepper through the damp satin of her panties and presses a red, pleasure me kiss to the covered mound – open-mouthed and hot – before taking the material between her teeth and tugging it down.
Pepper loves Darcy’s mouth. Her smart mouth – quick to laugh and crack jokes during the day to break the tension between them and make Pepper smile – and her brilliant smile and her tongue. Oh! Her hot, agile tongue, pressing into her just right.
Pepper has never been with another woman before now. She’s thought about it a few times, but never acted. For all that she’s younger, Darcy is the more experienced.
She comes quickly, moving her hips against Darcy’s mouth, her fingers still tangled in the dark fall of Darcy’s hair. She’s panting hard and dripping wet, still dressed in her best white Armani. The thought crosses her mind as Darcy pulls away – her mouth smeared red; bruised and puffy and still smiling – that her life is ridiculous.
“Will that be all, Miss Potts?” Darcy asks, eyes alight with mischief.
“For now,” Pepper replies.
She’s going to return the favour, but she needs some of that wine first.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Ironman/Thor
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Pepper/Darcy
Disclaimer: I do not own Ironman or Thor and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: It seems kind of stereotypical for a CEO to be having an affair with their secretary.
AN: Written for the prompt 'Power Dynamics' for my Trope Bingo table.
It seems kind of stereotypical for a CEO to be having an affair with their secretary, but Stark Industries is the kind of company that would survive a scandal like that. If, of course, the CEO was still Tony – with him it was expected. Pepper knew she would get a lot more trouble for it. She’d already managed to frustrate and annoy her business rivals as well as several members of the board by actually daring to be good at her job without having an MBA. How dare she have her cake and eat it too?
Not to mention, her secretary was a woman.
“Will that be all, Miss Potts?” Darcy asks. She’s got a clipboard full of signed papers balanced on her forearm and a copy of Pepper’s schedule imprinted into her brain. She’s a smart girl – poli-sci student – with a smart mouth and one hell of a character. Pepper’s in love.
She’s got one hell of a body too. Pepper lets herself appreciate the curve of breast pressed up by that clipboard for a moment before she replies. “That will be all, Miss Lewis.”
Darcy smiles, a cheeky curve of vibrant red - Pleasure Me Red according to the Maybelline tube she applies it with – and bows out, her heels clicking across the hardwood floor and her hips swaying. Her pencil skirt is tight, clinging to her curves, and it’s split just enough at the back to show the lacy edge of her stocking tops.
It’s not appropriate. None of this is. But Pepper is addicted. If the press find out there’ll be an uproar and she knows it – and she’s not usually this irresponsible. For all that it’s consensual, they’re two women in a man’s world (her in a “man’s” job) and Darcy is young enough to be too young while still being legal.
It’s a mess. It doesn’t help either that the world expects her to become Ironman’s girlfriend by the end of the year (at the latest).
She meets Darcy later at a hotel renowned for its privacy. She enters the room to find wine poured, chocolates spilling from a gold-ribboned box, and Darcy waiting in lingerie Pepper bought her – cheeky, feline smile fixed in place – her curves bedecked in black lace and red ribbon. She’s everything Pepper shouldn’t be involved with, but she’s beautiful.
Pepper crosses the room and kisses her, not even bothering to take her shoes off first even though her feet are aching. Darcy surges up to meet her and Pepper tastes chocolate on her tongue. She wants her. Wants her so badly that she tangles her hand in Darcy’s hair and urges her down – Darcy laughs as she takes the hint, slipping off the bed to kneel at Pepper’s feet and pushing her skirt up around her hips.
She breathes on Pepper through the damp satin of her panties and presses a red, pleasure me kiss to the covered mound – open-mouthed and hot – before taking the material between her teeth and tugging it down.
Pepper loves Darcy’s mouth. Her smart mouth – quick to laugh and crack jokes during the day to break the tension between them and make Pepper smile – and her brilliant smile and her tongue. Oh! Her hot, agile tongue, pressing into her just right.
Pepper has never been with another woman before now. She’s thought about it a few times, but never acted. For all that she’s younger, Darcy is the more experienced.
She comes quickly, moving her hips against Darcy’s mouth, her fingers still tangled in the dark fall of Darcy’s hair. She’s panting hard and dripping wet, still dressed in her best white Armani. The thought crosses her mind as Darcy pulls away – her mouth smeared red; bruised and puffy and still smiling – that her life is ridiculous.
“Will that be all, Miss Potts?” Darcy asks, eyes alight with mischief.
“For now,” Pepper replies.
She’s going to return the favour, but she needs some of that wine first.
