Again, Tony left her waiting for an answer. He closed his eyes and might as well have covered his ears because he only focused on her touch in his hair, making his scalp tingle, until he could kiss her fingers. Then he was sitting up again with a hazy, wandering sort of look at the chain he traced from Raven's collar down to the delicate filigree that hung from it and held a fat, black pearl, and he nudged it from where it wandered, weighted, across her chest to hold it where it was supposed to sit over her heart. There, the dainty chain caught the light to make it disappear.
"I didn't think it would look so good on her, but..." he finally said, suddenly hooking his finger around the chain to give it a gentle tug, and with the silver links so thin it was like they could have torn like spiderweb. His other hand curled in the blankets by her hip, taking advantage of this dangerous sway of balance to tug the sheet from between them. Pepper wouldn't accept anything that he got her, anyway. She'd return it for something more 'tasteful' or 'appropriate' or one of those other words that Tony heard an awful lot with that same delicate, suggestive tone. Anyway, she had the credit card, she knew what she wanted, and that was a lot of effort for Tony to waste when he could be here.