fragments
Iron Man (movieverse), Tony / Pepper (Tony / Other. Comicverso brazenly mention in this respect)
PG-13, ~ 1000 words
general randomness
i.
Tony does not cost too lost in fantasies. He is a genius, you can afford. The times better exploited since he returned are those of the morning, with the accent Jarvis fluid flooding the room, bothering while Tony works on new planes. It costs too much hold the pen on paper and then driving past strokes while images are interspersed with reddish hair falling over his shoulders in suits.
ii. or, not realizing at the flick of your hand, or the way your nails momentarily caress her cheek. Tony is fixed.
and consider it a rejection, but for the way in which Pepper Tony smiles every time he says that "torture does so, Miss Potts." Tony distinguished wrinkles at the corner of his lips, like those that form around your eyes. It's a mischievous smile, those that illuminate a face, especially if it is full of freckles. iv.
time ago a friend (though honestly, do not even know if they give that description) warned that there is no armor strong enough, the feelings are a double-edged dagger, cross to long ago ceased to say anything, but when Tony sleep (five hours, the evening is the best time to wake up) prepares a loaded coffee, hides the sugar and leaves a note.
vii.
Alcohol kills more brain cells than you can afford, sir, and I hate having to find work.
P. Potts
viii.
the end it turns red. Pepper. With her red hair and red shirt and his hands stained red, red splashes on his face. "Of all the stupid things, Tony - mumbles, his eyes glazed and hand on her stomach, putting pressure on his wound.
has removed half the armor, enough to get under metal, under canvas. Soft, warm fingers sinking into his flesh. Removed heels are together with Tony, at his side as he kneels and looks Pepper a comfortable position. Barefoot from broken glass, and has wet cheeks, or maybe it's just Tony, is looking blurry. He smiles sideways.
"I like how you wear your hair - he says, and goes tearing. Pepper
serious and uncomfortable laughs, turning away the strands that fall upon his face, quickly, in an unconscious gesture.
I know it's biologically impossible - you voice cracks on the road, almost imperceptibly - but should try not to talkXC "Among other sites, responds. "I'll need
overtime.
Tony shrugs.
x. Things
Tony Stark finds out about Pepper Potts.
He shivers, laughs acute when he caresses the column with the fingertips under the clothes (or without). I like sushi (Tony thought so, but always thought it was more than pizza). No likes to wear her hair down, much as Tony insists. The red color
is natural. No plans to file any claim of sexual harassment, at least in the near future.
(That last point is quite a relief.)
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Mcmurphy In His Boxers
LXC I've been in the lab all day, Completing Other tests for married and filling out paperwork. I'm not sure WHERE Entirely Pepa is ... I think she Might Be out on her first patrol. I've Spent the whole day wondering Where She is and whether she's going to come springing Through That Door to say "hi." Knowing that I've Spent the whole day thinking about this is bothering me to no end, But I can not seem to direct my brain in direction and Stock That Does not end in her.
"I have so much paperwork to do" leads into "Pepa Said she hates doing paperwork."
"I need to go to the supply closet and get some more syringes" derails into "Pepa ADMITTED That she has a phobia of needles."
"I have given an important and Potentiallygerous undercover mission in just two days "spirals into" Pepa and I Are getting together tomorrow to go over the details of the case. "
I think I must be going insane. I've Always Been just a little crazy, But now I must be certifiable. Why can not I get this woman out of my head?! An image of her smiling face Appears in my mind's eye ... and I think I know why. But There's no time for Analyzing it now. There's too much work to Be Done. Wipe That image out of your head. Go stare at Some crime scene photos, Silvia ... maybe that'll help you focus. ______________________________________________________________
It's Friday. Everybody's Been Preparing all day - ironing out the details, checking equipment, going over the plan. Pepa and I are about to leave to her place, but she wants to stop and say goodnight to Paco first.
We’re rounding the corner when Paco, Mariano, Gonzalo, and Curtis come bursting out of the locker rooms.
“I’m just saying...a parked van with
‘Confecciónes Puri’
printed on the side is probably going to look out of place on a street full of bars and clubs,” Mariano throws out in that jittery, wide-eyed way of his.
“And, and...what? One of the club owners can’t be buying dresses for the dancers?” Paco responds.
“Paco, the dancers don’t wear those kinds of dresses,” Mariano explains. “They were those outfits with velcro that they can just pull off.\Our mics ide? "Fuck
.
How did nobody think about that? Everybody stands around
Not Really Knowing What to Say, Not feeling stupid for thinking about Logistical Such an important detail.
"Gonzalo, why do not you go in with Them ...?" Paco suggests. "Not with Them
with Them, But as a patron of the club. You Could Be mic'ed, keep an eye on everything, and keep us in the van Informed of what's going on. "
Gonzalo lets out a long sigh Before agreeing. There's really not much Other option. And, for a second, I'm afraid he's going to want to come over to Pepa's, too, Now That he's Also going in undercover. But, INSTEAD, I says historical part That Does not reqck to the living room.
And, here we are now, poring over files, looking for any important information.
She takes another long swig of coffee and I feel the need to break the silence. “We need to target one of the dancers. See if we can get one of the girls to open up to us...somebody there has to know something.”
“What would make you think any of the strippers would know anything?”
“Ah, I see you haven’t gotten to the end of that file.” I point at the file she's currently holding and she shakes her head indicating she hasn’t. “Well, you might as well put it down and I’ll sum it up for you.”
She closes the file, letting it fall back to its spot on the table, picks up her coffee to drink some more, and looks at me expectantly.
"Miguel and Julio Castillo, the brothers Who are the Leaders and brains of the outfit Entire ... They've never hidden the fact-Women That They Appreciate ..."
"I Can Understand That," she interrupts.
"Sht, Pepa, let me finish."
"Okay. Sorry. Go on. "Another gulp of coffee.
"They've Been Known to hand-pick dancers That They Want to ... get to know Intimately. Every now and then, One of These Women will end up Becoming a mistress - Provided for and well-taken care of ... for a while anyway "
" Right ... That Does not sound like anything out of the ordinary , though. "
" No, not Particularly, But do you remember that There Was a 'big fuck up' last time We Were Trying to Arrest These Men? "She nods and I let out a sigh Before Launching Into the story.
"One of these Mistresses, Isabel Hernandez, Had come forward to us. She Was Involved With The Younger brother, Julio. She Came to us after I beat her to death Nearly Because she got pregnant with Another Man's Baby And She Was Afraid Of What Might have to do to her now That Had she betrayed him. She Came to us ready to Testify Against Both brothers ... She Had Been raped, beaten, Witness Other Drug Trafficking monkfish ... ... and Had Heard and seen Things That Would Also help us get on Murder Charge Them. Everything We Need To make sure the Entire Castles' gang, She Was Going to Give Us. "Pepa is sitting quietly, Taking IT tol in while I pause to take a sip of my own coffee.
“We promised her that she would be kept safe. My father had arranged for Paco and Mariano to stay with her in a hotel room the days before and during the trial. Nobody else knew where they were staying in order to ensure her safety. Isabel...well, she was an alcoholic and during their stay in the hotel room, she was able to convince Paco and Mariano to buy her bottles of vodka. They later told us that she said she’d make a better witness drunk or hungover than going through withdrawls.
“The night before the trial, Paco and Mariano decided to order some Chinese food for dinner. As they were eating, they said they started to worry about Isabel. She was apparently nearly passed out from drinking so muchn the case.
"Alright ... so we go in, Get Hired, play nice with the dancers and hope one of Them Something knows and is willing to talk." She starts pulling together the files, Trying to Arrange Them Into Some semblance of order . "Is that the game plan?"
"Sounds about right now ... All We Need Are Our undercover names." She lights up at this.
"And, What name do you think Should I use? Do I look like a. .. Laura? Lorena ...?" Or
"No. I think you look like a grandmother. "
" What!? That sounds like a grandma's name! "And with this she adeptly pops to her feet, leaps over the coffee table, and tackles me.
"Take it back,
redhead! Better Or give me a name!Mar and Alicia ... that'll work. "
A few Minutes Later, we're Saying goodbye at the doorway. She kisses me on the cheek and tells me to Have a Good night. Just like Gonzalo did earlier. And, just like Earlier, There's a strange pang. Shame? Maybe. Regret? Yes.
... Excitement? Definitely.
"I have so much paperwork to do" leads into "Pepa Said she hates doing paperwork."
"I need to go to the supply closet and get some more syringes" derails into "Pepa ADMITTED That she has a phobia of needles."
"I have given an important and Potentiallygerous undercover mission in just two days "spirals into" Pepa and I Are getting together tomorrow to go over the details of the case. "
I think I must be going insane. I've Always Been just a little crazy, But now I must be certifiable. Why can not I get this woman out of my head?! An image of her smiling face Appears in my mind's eye ... and I think I know why. But There's no time for Analyzing it now. There's too much work to Be Done. Wipe That image out of your head. Go stare at Some crime scene photos, Silvia ... maybe that'll help you focus. ______________________________________________________________
It's Friday. Everybody's Been Preparing all day - ironing out the details, checking equipment, going over the plan. Pepa and I are about to leave to her place, but she wants to stop and say goodnight to Paco first.
We’re rounding the corner when Paco, Mariano, Gonzalo, and Curtis come bursting out of the locker rooms.
“I’m just saying...a parked van with
‘Confecciónes Puri’
printed on the side is probably going to look out of place on a street full of bars and clubs,” Mariano throws out in that jittery, wide-eyed way of his.
“And, and...what? One of the club owners can’t be buying dresses for the dancers?” Paco responds.
“Paco, the dancers don’t wear those kinds of dresses,” Mariano explains. “They were those outfits with velcro that they can just pull off.\Our mics ide? "Fuck
.
How did nobody think about that? Everybody stands around
Not Really Knowing What to Say, Not feeling stupid for thinking about Logistical Such an important detail.
"Gonzalo, why do not you go in with Them ...?" Paco suggests. "Not with Them
with Them, But as a patron of the club. You Could Be mic'ed, keep an eye on everything, and keep us in the van Informed of what's going on. "
Gonzalo lets out a long sigh Before agreeing. There's really not much Other option. And, for a second, I'm afraid he's going to want to come over to Pepa's, too, Now That he's Also going in undercover. But, INSTEAD, I says historical part That Does not reqck to the living room.
And, here we are now, poring over files, looking for any important information.
She takes another long swig of coffee and I feel the need to break the silence. “We need to target one of the dancers. See if we can get one of the girls to open up to us...somebody there has to know something.”
“What would make you think any of the strippers would know anything?”
“Ah, I see you haven’t gotten to the end of that file.” I point at the file she's currently holding and she shakes her head indicating she hasn’t. “Well, you might as well put it down and I’ll sum it up for you.”
She closes the file, letting it fall back to its spot on the table, picks up her coffee to drink some more, and looks at me expectantly.
"Miguel and Julio Castillo, the brothers Who are the Leaders and brains of the outfit Entire ... They've never hidden the fact-Women That They Appreciate ..."
"I Can Understand That," she interrupts.
"Sht, Pepa, let me finish."
"Okay. Sorry. Go on. "Another gulp of coffee.
"They've Been Known to hand-pick dancers That They Want to ... get to know Intimately. Every now and then, One of These Women will end up Becoming a mistress - Provided for and well-taken care of ... for a while anyway "
" Right ... That Does not sound like anything out of the ordinary , though. "
" No, not Particularly, But do you remember that There Was a 'big fuck up' last time We Were Trying to Arrest These Men? "She nods and I let out a sigh Before Launching Into the story.
"One of these Mistresses, Isabel Hernandez, Had come forward to us. She Was Involved With The Younger brother, Julio. She Came to us after I beat her to death Nearly Because she got pregnant with Another Man's Baby And She Was Afraid Of What Might have to do to her now That Had she betrayed him. She Came to us ready to Testify Against Both brothers ... She Had Been raped, beaten, Witness Other Drug Trafficking monkfish ... ... and Had Heard and seen Things That Would Also help us get on Murder Charge Them. Everything We Need To make sure the Entire Castles' gang, She Was Going to Give Us. "Pepa is sitting quietly, Taking IT tol in while I pause to take a sip of my own coffee.
“We promised her that she would be kept safe. My father had arranged for Paco and Mariano to stay with her in a hotel room the days before and during the trial. Nobody else knew where they were staying in order to ensure her safety. Isabel...well, she was an alcoholic and during their stay in the hotel room, she was able to convince Paco and Mariano to buy her bottles of vodka. They later told us that she said she’d make a better witness drunk or hungover than going through withdrawls.
“The night before the trial, Paco and Mariano decided to order some Chinese food for dinner. As they were eating, they said they started to worry about Isabel. She was apparently nearly passed out from drinking so muchn the case.
"Alright ... so we go in, Get Hired, play nice with the dancers and hope one of Them Something knows and is willing to talk." She starts pulling together the files, Trying to Arrange Them Into Some semblance of order . "Is that the game plan?"
"Sounds about right now ... All We Need Are Our undercover names." She lights up at this.
"And, What name do you think Should I use? Do I look like a. .. Laura? Lorena ...?" Or
"No. I think you look like a grandmother. "
" What!? That sounds like a grandma's name! "And with this she adeptly pops to her feet, leaps over the coffee table, and tackles me.
"Take it back,
redhead! Better Or give me a name!Mar and Alicia ... that'll work. "
A few Minutes Later, we're Saying goodbye at the doorway. She kisses me on the cheek and tells me to Have a Good night. Just like Gonzalo did earlier. And, just like Earlier, There's a strange pang. Shame? Maybe. Regret? Yes.
... Excitement? Definitely.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Liquor License Ontario
Reaches as arm across the bed to none-too-Gently slam the snooze button ITS Before Returning to form plaque of rest across Silvia's slender hip. Both Women long for Just a few more minutes of quiet Before HAVING to face the day. Almost They've Been Able to fall back to sleep When There's a flurry of motion coming from the couch in the center of the room and a booming voice rings out.
"Everybody wake up! We Need to get back to the precinct!" Don Lorenzo orders while walking a sure path to the wall and throwing up the light switch.
"Just a few more minutes," Paco and Pepa mumble in sync. Refrains from Silvia Merely speaking and lifts the sheet to cover her and Pepa's head to block out the offending light. Mariano
Continues to snore.
"What the hell is this?! We Have work to do! EVERYBODY UP!" Don Lorenzo repeats in the tone of voice Implies That He Does not Want to Have to say it again.
Don Lorenzo is right after all. There's Work to Be Done, and a killer to Be caught, so Pepa, Silvia, and Paco start to shift around, lifting Unhappily still heavy with sleep teddies Into sitting positions. Mariano Continues to snore.
After succeeding in waking the rest of the group up, Don Lorenzo marches over to the small space of the floor in front of the dresser is laying WHERE Mariano. He leans over, slowly and quietly, Until His own face is Just a few inches from Mariano's.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, IDIOT!"
"What?" What is it? Is ThereEach Doctor Worked on aces, and your name is the only one That eat up for all three. "
" But, Gonzalo, at this point we do not really Have Anything to go on ... It Could Be a huge coincidence ! And, here we'd be, wasting time Trying to 'protect' me while the killer is targeting someone else Out There Entirely! "Silvia Exclaims.
" You're right .. We Do not Have much to go on, "Don Lorenzo Speaks Up," but an alert has-been sat out warning to all police districts about the Heightened Risk for all the forensics empleados. Right now, Though, We Have the only lead is the connection you share with the Doctors. "
" The Commissioner's right, Inspector Mendez adds, "We've Been working on this case for a little over three months now Without really getting anched around the stems is a card.
"Everybody wake up! We Need to get back to the precinct!" Don Lorenzo orders while walking a sure path to the wall and throwing up the light switch.
"Just a few more minutes," Paco and Pepa mumble in sync. Refrains from Silvia Merely speaking and lifts the sheet to cover her and Pepa's head to block out the offending light. Mariano
Continues to snore.
"What the hell is this?! We Have work to do! EVERYBODY UP!" Don Lorenzo repeats in the tone of voice Implies That He Does not Want to Have to say it again.
Don Lorenzo is right after all. There's Work to Be Done, and a killer to Be caught, so Pepa, Silvia, and Paco start to shift around, lifting Unhappily still heavy with sleep teddies Into sitting positions. Mariano Continues to snore.
After succeeding in waking the rest of the group up, Don Lorenzo marches over to the small space of the floor in front of the dresser is laying WHERE Mariano. He leans over, slowly and quietly, Until His own face is Just a few inches from Mariano's.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, IDIOT!"
"What?" What is it? Is ThereEach Doctor Worked on aces, and your name is the only one That eat up for all three. "
" But, Gonzalo, at this point we do not really Have Anything to go on ... It Could Be a huge coincidence ! And, here we'd be, wasting time Trying to 'protect' me while the killer is targeting someone else Out There Entirely! "Silvia Exclaims.
" You're right .. We Do not Have much to go on, "Don Lorenzo Speaks Up," but an alert has-been sat out warning to all police districts about the Heightened Risk for all the forensics empleados. Right now, Though, We Have the only lead is the connection you share with the Doctors. "
" The Commissioner's right, Inspector Mendez adds, "We've Been working on this case for a little over three months now Without really getting anched around the stems is a card.
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