[He's honestly surprised. Pepper has always been so proper, extremely restrained, interminably professional. She keeps doing sexy things that make his ears roar. Every time she does something like loose a shoe or lick his lips, his whole brain goes, what? Is that her foot?
There's a lot more kissing, graduating into making out and, to Tony's smug delight, a lot of groping. He pushes her shirt up by catching it in his knuckles until the tips of his fingers can reach her bra, and he stops, drawing circles on her skin and outlining her ribs with his hands. They take a break to breathe.] Um, next time you talk to me about art, we find a bed.
[He glances down from her lips toward the taut lines of her skirt.] Wow. [Stop to think.] Wait, do I want to say--yes, I do. Wow.
[He reaches an arm back, but that turns out to be a mistake. This time, he sighs.] You have the worst timing. [He puts a streak of grease in the lock of hair over her ear with two fingers.]