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ebonlockFor the past week or so Kage hasn't been doing so well. Her appetite dried up and then she started shedding a bit of weight and finally she had trouble getting far enough in her litterbox to not spray urine all over the floor. My first thought, "Oh no, just in time for my birthday..."
Then this morning she came hopping into my bedroom, insisted on climbing up into Lola's litterbox, and demanded pettings. She had a good dinner tonight and just now...started chasing her tail. My response was a delighted, "Just in time for my birthday!"
Not, of course, that I think her health has anything to do with me, at least not directly. But it's amazing what that little girl's well being can do for my mood. The better she does the happier I am, and seeing her all perky and happy today was the best gift I could receive this year.
Something else making me happy today is the Tony Stark blacksmithing in a cave wallpaper I have up on my computer currently. I'm considering putting it on my iPod Touch as well just so I can stare at it longer. Sad, sad I know. But speaking of which,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
windrose, remember that Atlantis/Iron Man crossover I mentioned to you after the movie? You can find it here: Unconventional Heroism, read it, you will enjoy it.
Also Iron Man 2 leftmoonlightnrain and I wondering just what had gone on off-screen that made Pepper and Natalie so happy to work together shortly after their blow up at the party. Of course this led us to theorizing on what made the gals so...chummy, and as if often does, led us to put together a little fanfic (warning, girl/girl, just in case):
Pepper Potts sat at Tony Stark's desk and did her level best to convince herself that it now belonged to her. The kinetic sculpture helped, it was just the sort of thing Tony would fling across the room after a matter of seconds. Still, the office and everything in it all but reeked of that special mix of amusingly overstated masculinity and extreme narcissism that said "Tony Stark" with all the subtlety of a Louisville Slugger to the head.
Part of her wondered if this would ever truly feel like her office. Another part of her kind of hoped it wouldn't.
Before she could follow that thought to it's logical and wholly depressing conclusion, the office door opened and the last person in the world she'd ever expected to see again marched through it. Pepper's eyes narrowed and she snapped, "I thought I fired you last night, Ms. Rushman."
The brunette glanced up from her ever-present day planner with the sort of cool superiority that made Pepper's blood pressure begin a slow, inexorable climb. "You did. Or I should say you fired me as Mr. Stark's assistant. And if I can be frank for a moment, Ms. Potts," she paused and actually, to Pepper's profound astonishment, leaned over the desk in a shockingly forward manner, "I was somewhat relieved that you did."
"You...you were?" Pepper frowned, shook her head and began again, "I mean, I don't see how..."
"I do still have a position in the legal department," Natalie smiled and gazed directly into Pepper's eyes before continuing, "though, to be honest, I'd much rather be working for you."
"For me?" Pepper actually felt herself blushing under the continued undivided attention Natalie was focusing on her. It was a bit daunting, and perhaps just a little familiar. Those rare, unexpected moments when Tony managed to shake himself free from his own mono-mania and obsessive-compulsive urges and actually focus on her she'd felt much the same. A rare combination of awkwardness and immense pleasure that never failed to leave her a little weak in the knees. She'd always attributed it to Tony's force of nature personality, but Natalie seemed more...predatory for lack of a better word. It was a little frightening but, if she were entirely honest, both flattering and exciting as well. "I don't really think that's a good idea."
Natalie blinked, her smile never faltering. "I could make myself useful," she moved closer, lithe and light on her feet despite the three inch designer pumps, "...very useful.”
“I tell you what,” Pepper said, and rose to her feet hoping the 5 inches she had on Natalie would lend a little authority to her quavering voice, “why don't you help me get rid of Tony?”
The brunette blinked again, her pouty lips agape. “You want to off the owner of the company? I know I said 'very useful,' but....”
Pepper rolled her eyes. “For heaven's sake, Ms. Rushman, take a look around you. What do you see? Is this my office?”
Natalie turned slowly to survey the room, nodding in understanding. Pepper's eyes dropped to take in every inch of Ms. Rushman when her back was turned. She desperately wanted to know the name of her tailor. He clothes caressed her curves with such unfailing accuracy....
“Ms. Potts, why are you staring at my ass?” The edge of Natalie's mouth quirked upwards and her eyes sparkled.
“I couldn't see your tits,” Pepper mumbled.
“Excuse me?” Natalie smiled more broadly and took another step towards Pepper.
“Um, your tailor is the tits. 'The tits,' it's a British expression meaning 'someone or something I deeply admire'.”
“You aren't British.”
“Um, no.” Pepper blushed, shook her head to dismiss her thoughts and gestured awkwardly to the room at large. “So what do you say? If you help me cleanse my office of every last thing that screams 'I'm a narcissistic, spoiled little boy with daddy issues the size of Manhattan' then I will... consider promoting you to be my assistant. Deal?”
Natalie surveyed the room once again. This time Pepper kept her eyes trained on the wall just beyond the pert brunette's hair. But she had to admit it wasn't easy.
“How long do I have? A day?”
“An hour.”
Natalie scoffed. “The scale model alone will take....”
“Goodbye, Ms. Rushman. I trust you will continue to do exemplary work in our legal department.” Pepper pretended to shuffle through the papers on her desk.
“Now wait; I didn't say it couldn't be done. But I'll need some help.” Natalie's eyes dropped to Pepper's feet and began to scan upwards with a critical eye.
Pepper laughed. “From me? I don't think so.”
“I've heard you had to do your share of heavy lifting when you were Tony's assistant. You must be stronger than your scrawny arms make you appear.” Natalie smiled and her eyes glittered with amusement.
Pepper folded her arms and didn't return the smile. “You're down to 59 minutes, Ms. Rushman. I suggest you get started.” She resumed her chair and tried to remember what she'd been working on before Natalie had appeared.
The young woman leaned over and whispered warmly in her ear, “Are you sure I can't convince you to join me? I could make it worth your while.” Pepper turned toward Natalie and found herself gazing into her ample cleavage. Sitting down had been a mistake.
“Ms. Rushman, are you.... I realize as the CEO I might deeply regret asking a member of our legal department this question, but... are you coming on to me?”
"As you know Stark Industries has very strict anti-sexual harassment policies in place and that all employees are required to attend..."
"Yes, I'm well aware of the policies, Ms. Rushman and that was a non-answer. Although why I expected a straightforward response from legal is beyond me."
"Yes." Natalie deposited her exquisite ass on the nearest corner of Pepper's desk.
Eyebrows narrowed, Pepper asked, "Yes what?"
"Yes I am coming on to you."
"But...but you...I mean you and Mr. Stark."
"I may have flirted a bit with him, but I never crossed the line..." Her hand trailed slowly up her extremely form fitting suit dress, lingering momentarily at the top button. Pepper's eyes were glued
to the other woman's nimble fingers and when the first button came loose she actually gasped aloud. Natalie smiled, leaned a bit closer and purred, "There are certain lines he wasn't...equipped to entice me to cross if you follow my meaning, ma'am."
Pepper did, or at least thought she did, and licked her lips nervously. This was a spectacularly bad idea. Incredibly reckless. Stupid. Just the sort of thing Tony would have done without a second thought. Something he probably had done, repeatedly, right on this very desk over the years.
She frowned and made a mental note to have the desk sanitized by Friday.
Of course, bad idea or not, it was the first time in her life a gorgeous twenty-something former model and formidable mixed martial arts expert had practically thrown herself at her feet. Her feet, not Tony's. She wasn't going to be relegated to dry cleaning this amazing creature's astonishingly well-tailored suit all the while imagining her former boss and she engaged in acts possibly still deemed illegal in certain southern states. No, she'd be the one having the fun instead of cleaning up after it.
Without another word Potts stood and marched primly over to the door before locking it with a decisive snap. She turned, her Bruno Magli pumps whispering soothingly on the carpet as she leaned against the doors. "You still have...55 minutes to impress me, Ms. Rushman. And remember, I've worked for Tony Stark for the past 12 years."
The stunning brunette hesitated, seeming to weigh her options.
Pepper's heart fluttered in the silence. She looked out at the arid landscape of the Los Angeles basin beyond the wide office windows and tried to remember what it was that Herlington had said in that last board meeting about their current Cash Flow to Assets ratios. The remnants of her dull thoughts scattered as Natalie paced predatorily over to the scale model and placed her palms down on its wide glass surface. She flipped up in one graceful move to land in bridge position, then stood. Pepper marveled at the core muscles that move must require. She made another mental note to find out what gym Ms. Rushman attended. She believed their yoga instructor deserved a considerable raise.
Slowly, provocatively, the brunette finished the job of unbuttoning her top. Pepper sat back in her chair and admired the view. Natalie's ample bosom filled a black lace bra. Pepper's right hand idly caressed her own left breast, unconsciously comparing it to the specimen before her.
In one quick motion the dark-haired beauty unzipped her skirt and slipped out of it, revealing thigh high black stockings and a black lace garter. She paused for a minute, seeming to assess Pepper's interest in her latest reveal, then did a handstand on the edge of the model's case and flipped back down to the floor. Pepper immediately reconsidered hiring her as her assistant. Flexibility, good taste... these qualities certainly recommended her.
Natalie scanned the room and then, with a dancer's grace pirouetted about the room, tossing remnants of Tony's into an open file box in the corner with jaw-dropping precision.
Pepper stood and backed up against the window, agape. Natalie slowed to a stop in front of her.
“Are you sure you want to get rid of everything of Tony's?” She rested her hand briefly on Pepper's shoulder, then let it trail down to just above her right breast. “I mean, I do think the man has... exquisite taste.”
“Yep,” was all that Pepper could manage to reply. Natalie took her hand and led her back to the scale model table.
"This has got to go."
"The model? Definitely."
"No. This." Natalie spun Pepper around and began to unbutton her shirt with hurried hands. Pepper fumbled for Natalie's bra hooks as their lips met in a searing, eager kiss.
“I'm not sure this is a...” Pepper began to protest with the few ounces of blood still in her brain. Then Natalie's hand crept up under her skirt and she started to utter the name of a higher power over and over.
Neither of them could recall exactly when the large model crashed to the floor. Pepper had been able to convince the security guard who knocked on the door that "Tony's old toy finally broke," that neither of them were hurt and he could send in a cleanup crew when they were finished with their closed door meeting.
Pepper looked around the room, astonished that all of Tony's things now formed a rather neat pile in the corner of the office. She glanced at her watch while trying to smooth down her sex-mussed hair.
“Ms. Rushman, you're hired.”
“Thank you,” the brunette purred, pulling up her skirt. “Oh, and I want a raise.”
~~~
Meanwhile, in Malibu, Jarvis interrupted Tony's perusal of his father's items: "This is neither the time or the place, Sir, but when you are ready there is a video you should observe from your old office webcam...."
Then this morning she came hopping into my bedroom, insisted on climbing up into Lola's litterbox, and demanded pettings. She had a good dinner tonight and just now...started chasing her tail. My response was a delighted, "Just in time for my birthday!"
Not, of course, that I think her health has anything to do with me, at least not directly. But it's amazing what that little girl's well being can do for my mood. The better she does the happier I am, and seeing her all perky and happy today was the best gift I could receive this year.
Something else making me happy today is the Tony Stark blacksmithing in a cave wallpaper I have up on my computer currently. I'm considering putting it on my iPod Touch as well just so I can stare at it longer. Sad, sad I know. But speaking of which,
windrose, remember that Atlantis/Iron Man crossover I mentioned to you after the movie? You can find it here: Unconventional Heroism, read it, you will enjoy it.Also Iron Man 2 left
moonlightnrain and I wondering just what had gone on off-screen that made Pepper and Natalie so happy to work together shortly after their blow up at the party. Of course this led us to theorizing on what made the gals so...chummy, and as if often does, led us to put together a little fanfic (warning, girl/girl, just in case):Pepper Potts sat at Tony Stark's desk and did her level best to convince herself that it now belonged to her. The kinetic sculpture helped, it was just the sort of thing Tony would fling across the room after a matter of seconds. Still, the office and everything in it all but reeked of that special mix of amusingly overstated masculinity and extreme narcissism that said "Tony Stark" with all the subtlety of a Louisville Slugger to the head.
Part of her wondered if this would ever truly feel like her office. Another part of her kind of hoped it wouldn't.
Before she could follow that thought to it's logical and wholly depressing conclusion, the office door opened and the last person in the world she'd ever expected to see again marched through it. Pepper's eyes narrowed and she snapped, "I thought I fired you last night, Ms. Rushman."
The brunette glanced up from her ever-present day planner with the sort of cool superiority that made Pepper's blood pressure begin a slow, inexorable climb. "You did. Or I should say you fired me as Mr. Stark's assistant. And if I can be frank for a moment, Ms. Potts," she paused and actually, to Pepper's profound astonishment, leaned over the desk in a shockingly forward manner, "I was somewhat relieved that you did."
"You...you were?" Pepper frowned, shook her head and began again, "I mean, I don't see how..."
"I do still have a position in the legal department," Natalie smiled and gazed directly into Pepper's eyes before continuing, "though, to be honest, I'd much rather be working for you."
"For me?" Pepper actually felt herself blushing under the continued undivided attention Natalie was focusing on her. It was a bit daunting, and perhaps just a little familiar. Those rare, unexpected moments when Tony managed to shake himself free from his own mono-mania and obsessive-compulsive urges and actually focus on her she'd felt much the same. A rare combination of awkwardness and immense pleasure that never failed to leave her a little weak in the knees. She'd always attributed it to Tony's force of nature personality, but Natalie seemed more...predatory for lack of a better word. It was a little frightening but, if she were entirely honest, both flattering and exciting as well. "I don't really think that's a good idea."
Natalie blinked, her smile never faltering. "I could make myself useful," she moved closer, lithe and light on her feet despite the three inch designer pumps, "...very useful.”
“I tell you what,” Pepper said, and rose to her feet hoping the 5 inches she had on Natalie would lend a little authority to her quavering voice, “why don't you help me get rid of Tony?”
The brunette blinked again, her pouty lips agape. “You want to off the owner of the company? I know I said 'very useful,' but....”
Pepper rolled her eyes. “For heaven's sake, Ms. Rushman, take a look around you. What do you see? Is this my office?”
Natalie turned slowly to survey the room, nodding in understanding. Pepper's eyes dropped to take in every inch of Ms. Rushman when her back was turned. She desperately wanted to know the name of her tailor. He clothes caressed her curves with such unfailing accuracy....
“Ms. Potts, why are you staring at my ass?” The edge of Natalie's mouth quirked upwards and her eyes sparkled.
“I couldn't see your tits,” Pepper mumbled.
“Excuse me?” Natalie smiled more broadly and took another step towards Pepper.
“Um, your tailor is the tits. 'The tits,' it's a British expression meaning 'someone or something I deeply admire'.”
“You aren't British.”
“Um, no.” Pepper blushed, shook her head to dismiss her thoughts and gestured awkwardly to the room at large. “So what do you say? If you help me cleanse my office of every last thing that screams 'I'm a narcissistic, spoiled little boy with daddy issues the size of Manhattan' then I will... consider promoting you to be my assistant. Deal?”
Natalie surveyed the room once again. This time Pepper kept her eyes trained on the wall just beyond the pert brunette's hair. But she had to admit it wasn't easy.
“How long do I have? A day?”
“An hour.”
Natalie scoffed. “The scale model alone will take....”
“Goodbye, Ms. Rushman. I trust you will continue to do exemplary work in our legal department.” Pepper pretended to shuffle through the papers on her desk.
“Now wait; I didn't say it couldn't be done. But I'll need some help.” Natalie's eyes dropped to Pepper's feet and began to scan upwards with a critical eye.
Pepper laughed. “From me? I don't think so.”
“I've heard you had to do your share of heavy lifting when you were Tony's assistant. You must be stronger than your scrawny arms make you appear.” Natalie smiled and her eyes glittered with amusement.
Pepper folded her arms and didn't return the smile. “You're down to 59 minutes, Ms. Rushman. I suggest you get started.” She resumed her chair and tried to remember what she'd been working on before Natalie had appeared.
The young woman leaned over and whispered warmly in her ear, “Are you sure I can't convince you to join me? I could make it worth your while.” Pepper turned toward Natalie and found herself gazing into her ample cleavage. Sitting down had been a mistake.
“Ms. Rushman, are you.... I realize as the CEO I might deeply regret asking a member of our legal department this question, but... are you coming on to me?”
"As you know Stark Industries has very strict anti-sexual harassment policies in place and that all employees are required to attend..."
"Yes, I'm well aware of the policies, Ms. Rushman and that was a non-answer. Although why I expected a straightforward response from legal is beyond me."
"Yes." Natalie deposited her exquisite ass on the nearest corner of Pepper's desk.
Eyebrows narrowed, Pepper asked, "Yes what?"
"Yes I am coming on to you."
"But...but you...I mean you and Mr. Stark."
"I may have flirted a bit with him, but I never crossed the line..." Her hand trailed slowly up her extremely form fitting suit dress, lingering momentarily at the top button. Pepper's eyes were glued
to the other woman's nimble fingers and when the first button came loose she actually gasped aloud. Natalie smiled, leaned a bit closer and purred, "There are certain lines he wasn't...equipped to entice me to cross if you follow my meaning, ma'am."
Pepper did, or at least thought she did, and licked her lips nervously. This was a spectacularly bad idea. Incredibly reckless. Stupid. Just the sort of thing Tony would have done without a second thought. Something he probably had done, repeatedly, right on this very desk over the years.
She frowned and made a mental note to have the desk sanitized by Friday.
Of course, bad idea or not, it was the first time in her life a gorgeous twenty-something former model and formidable mixed martial arts expert had practically thrown herself at her feet. Her feet, not Tony's. She wasn't going to be relegated to dry cleaning this amazing creature's astonishingly well-tailored suit all the while imagining her former boss and she engaged in acts possibly still deemed illegal in certain southern states. No, she'd be the one having the fun instead of cleaning up after it.
Without another word Potts stood and marched primly over to the door before locking it with a decisive snap. She turned, her Bruno Magli pumps whispering soothingly on the carpet as she leaned against the doors. "You still have...55 minutes to impress me, Ms. Rushman. And remember, I've worked for Tony Stark for the past 12 years."
The stunning brunette hesitated, seeming to weigh her options.
Pepper's heart fluttered in the silence. She looked out at the arid landscape of the Los Angeles basin beyond the wide office windows and tried to remember what it was that Herlington had said in that last board meeting about their current Cash Flow to Assets ratios. The remnants of her dull thoughts scattered as Natalie paced predatorily over to the scale model and placed her palms down on its wide glass surface. She flipped up in one graceful move to land in bridge position, then stood. Pepper marveled at the core muscles that move must require. She made another mental note to find out what gym Ms. Rushman attended. She believed their yoga instructor deserved a considerable raise.
Slowly, provocatively, the brunette finished the job of unbuttoning her top. Pepper sat back in her chair and admired the view. Natalie's ample bosom filled a black lace bra. Pepper's right hand idly caressed her own left breast, unconsciously comparing it to the specimen before her.
In one quick motion the dark-haired beauty unzipped her skirt and slipped out of it, revealing thigh high black stockings and a black lace garter. She paused for a minute, seeming to assess Pepper's interest in her latest reveal, then did a handstand on the edge of the model's case and flipped back down to the floor. Pepper immediately reconsidered hiring her as her assistant. Flexibility, good taste... these qualities certainly recommended her.
Natalie scanned the room and then, with a dancer's grace pirouetted about the room, tossing remnants of Tony's into an open file box in the corner with jaw-dropping precision.
Pepper stood and backed up against the window, agape. Natalie slowed to a stop in front of her.
“Are you sure you want to get rid of everything of Tony's?” She rested her hand briefly on Pepper's shoulder, then let it trail down to just above her right breast. “I mean, I do think the man has... exquisite taste.”
“Yep,” was all that Pepper could manage to reply. Natalie took her hand and led her back to the scale model table.
"This has got to go."
"The model? Definitely."
"No. This." Natalie spun Pepper around and began to unbutton her shirt with hurried hands. Pepper fumbled for Natalie's bra hooks as their lips met in a searing, eager kiss.
“I'm not sure this is a...” Pepper began to protest with the few ounces of blood still in her brain. Then Natalie's hand crept up under her skirt and she started to utter the name of a higher power over and over.
Neither of them could recall exactly when the large model crashed to the floor. Pepper had been able to convince the security guard who knocked on the door that "Tony's old toy finally broke," that neither of them were hurt and he could send in a cleanup crew when they were finished with their closed door meeting.
Pepper looked around the room, astonished that all of Tony's things now formed a rather neat pile in the corner of the office. She glanced at her watch while trying to smooth down her sex-mussed hair.
“Ms. Rushman, you're hired.”
“Thank you,” the brunette purred, pulling up her skirt. “Oh, and I want a raise.”
~~~
Meanwhile, in Malibu, Jarvis interrupted Tony's perusal of his father's items: "This is neither the time or the place, Sir, but when you are ready there is a video you should observe from your old office webcam...."
