He liked sex, and wasn't shy about letting everyone know that he liked sex. However, kissing could be better; certainly slower, thorough, demanding a full response from body and mind. He'd needed to kiss her to catalog and assess responses, but now...he needed to kiss her because she was Pepper, because he knew the taste of her and the softness of her mouth and body, and the heat of her pressed against him. He should have been bored with it, but he wasn't. It was her, familiar turning into comfort instead of boredom.
He had to grin as she agreed with him - for once, but he liked the idea that he was right about the kind of relationship they had. "We've known each other for more than ten years," he pointed out. "It wasn't normal at any point in that time, so it won't be normal now. I can accept this." And the faster she did, the easier things would be - they'd be comfortable with each other, and not trying to figure out where they all stood. It was just better to accept.
Usually, when she had a crew in to decorate, he took that as his cue to go down to his workshop and stay out of the way. It made it less as though this was his home and more a stage set he wandered onto, dressed to appear dazzling to someone else, not for him to live in it.
Usually, he didn't really mind, couldn't say that the idea of doing all the work himself was any better than turning around and finding it done for him. It was a Christmas cliche...but one he wouldn't mind giving a worthy shot, as long as he could drag Pepper along with. "I could make decorations," he suggested, and had an immediate spark of an idea: gold, of course, a cube in a cube, maybe with nanolighting... Yeah, he could work with this 'decorating' idea. "Go ye forth and make an outline, Pep," he teased, but fondly.
"Not the same." He had the argument all lined up. "C'mon. Do you want to get up horribly early and get dressed and drive, or do you want to be able to roll out of bed, pull on a robe, and sit beneath a tree? Much more efficient and comfortable."