"And being a force for creating jobs will make me and therefore Stark Industries look good," Tony continued, gesturing with a hand even as he remained contentedly collapsed on his bed, eyes sliding shut even as he rambled on, more connections popping into his head. "And good publicity can make the stock go up, which can shut the Board up, which also makes them more likely to accept radical ideas." And everyone won, all because he had an idea to create a charity because Pepper had an idea about bruises as modern art.
He certainly wasn't above manipulating Pepper with emotions, but...He really didn't want anyone else taking photographs of him while naked. Even if it wouldn't be the first time, the addition of the bruises added an air of unfamiliar intimacy to it.
And it was Pepper. She'd do it right, because she was Pepper.
He still smirked and shifted without opening his eyes, shifting his arms to tuck under his head - all the better to sleep, as well. "Approve of it, Ms Potts?" he murmured, teasing just a little.
The bed dipped just a little as she crawled up with him, and he couldn't help the sleepy smirk even as he obediently kept still: not so hard when it was just the bruises, but when it was her shifting to straddle him - images he didn't need to have his eyes open to see, given ten years of working together and his very horny mind - well, he thought he deserved some kind of award.
He heard the shutter-sound click rapidly, and when she'd finished, he turned his head a little to open an eye and glance over his shoulder at her. "Masterpieces?" he asked. "It's for charity, remember. And you do look comfortable there. I am."