While Tony climbs on the bed, Pepper discards the simple dress she wears around the house, leaving her clad in a thin cotton slip. She's not far behind, crawling in after him, eyes now glowing faintly like molten gold in the dimness of the room as her canines sharpen and lengthen against her tongue; she covers him gently like some demon goddess come to claim her mortal mate, orange hair falling down her shoulders as she leans down to press cool, damp kisses up his torso, one soft, clawed hand settling on his belly.
He'd need to wear tall collar or a scarf to hide the marks; she was neat and uncommonly careful for a vampire, but feeding still left distinctive punctures and bruises on his skin, even if they also healed fairly quickly. Nuzzling at the bottom of his throat, she huffs a breath against his skin, feeling his pulse under her lips as she curls her fingers gently around his, clutching his offered hand.
"Ready?" she whispers; it's a warning rather than anything, sliding her mouth a little to the side and opening her lips against his jugular, low at his neck. It's surprisingly gentle, the way she closes her mouth around the patch of skin and bites down, drawing blood relatively painlessly. A low moan of rapture erupts from her throat as the sweetness of the thick liquid hits her tongue, a shudder of downright pleasure raking down her spine as she suckles, her throat working against his shoulder as she takes in the very essence of his life.