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Pepper shot him a flirty smirk. “Hmm, that depends on whether you remembered to attend that 8 o’clock R&D meeting,” she purred, turning slightly to gauge his reaction.

Tony flopped, face forward,…

Pepper smirked again and pulled out a long strand of garland from the box. “Only if you help me put this and the other ornaments on the mantle of the fireplace. Natasha was helping, but she had to leave,” she flapped her hand in the air. “Something Director Fury wanted her to do.”

"Deal." Tony jumped up and began to hang the garland over the hearth. "I’ll take decorating over that lumpy-ass couch any day."

Pepper giggled as she dug out a few more ornaments from the box, bringing them over for Tony to place. “You’re surprisingly good at this,” she said, admiring his placement of the assortment of Santas and colored bulbs. “Maybe you and Clint should do the decorating while Natasha and I do the shopping!”

"Nah," Tony grinned. "Bird Boy would be too distracted by the shiny things. He’d probably try to make a nest." Laughing at his own joke, he continued to arrange the ornaments and stockings. After he’d placed the last one, he twirled around and hit a button on the stereo, which came alive with Bing Crosby’s crooning rendition of White Christmas. He smirked as he came up behind Pepper and spun her around to slow dance with him.

"Tony, be nice!" Pepper playfully chided him as he placed the last decoration. She gasped as Tony spun her to face him and began dancing. "Why, Mr. Stark, I didn’t know you to be such a good dancer." She winked and giggled and he twirled her around.

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Tony scratched his head and then shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, wow, uh, that is weird. I guess the news had other things to worry about today. Maybe one of those pet adoption things! Everybody sure loves those. Yep. They probably chose puppies over smoldering Christmas trees. Much more exciting.”

"Mhmm," Pepper rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. "Odd that you don’t smell like burnt pine. And that there’s no ash on your jacket." She sighed. "You didn’t even remember, did you?”

He looked up sheepishly. “I really did mean to get the tree. I wrote myself a little note and everything. 'Pick up the tree on the way home, asshat'. And then I just completely forgot. I’m sorry, babe.” He stood. “I guess I can go get it now, if you want.” He chuckled, “it’s not like we’re low on gas money.”

Pepper smiled at the mention of the note and shook her head. “No, it’s late now. We might as well wait until tomorrow,” she settled back into her spot on the couch, motioning for Tony to sit with her. “That way I can make sure the tree doesn’t catch on fire.”

Tony chuckled and re-seated himself on the couch next to Pepper. “Those damn Christmas trees. Always catching fire and whatnot.” He snuggled up close and threw Pepper his famous puppy-dog eyes. “You still love me?”

Pepper shot him a flirty smirk. “Hmm, that depends on whether you remembered to attend that 8 o’clock R&D meeting,” she purred, turning slightly to gauge his reaction.

Tony flopped, face forward, onto the couch. From the cushions there came a muffled, “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

The former PA rolled her eyes and got up from the couch, and began walking towards the stairs. “No fucks for you, Mr. Stark,” she announced and she went through another box of decorations she had laid near there.

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Tony scratched his head and then shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, wow, uh, that is weird. I guess the news had other things to worry about today. Maybe one of those pet adoption things! Everybody sure loves those. Yep. They probably chose puppies over smoldering Christmas trees. Much more exciting.”

"Mhmm," Pepper rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. "Odd that you don’t smell like burnt pine. And that there’s no ash on your jacket." She sighed. "You didn’t even remember, did you?”

He looked up sheepishly. “I really did mean to get the tree. I wrote myself a little note and everything. 'Pick up the tree on the way home, asshat'. And then I just completely forgot. I’m sorry, babe.” He stood. “I guess I can go get it now, if you want.” He chuckled, “it’s not like we’re low on gas money.”

Pepper smiled at the mention of the note and shook her head. “No, it’s late now. We might as well wait until tomorrow,” she settled back into her spot on the couch, motioning for Tony to sit with her. “That way I can make sure the tree doesn’t catch on fire.”

Tony chuckled and re-seated himself on the couch next to Pepper. “Those damn Christmas trees. Always catching fire and whatnot.” He snuggled up close and threw Pepper his famous puppy-dog eyes. “You still love me?”

Pepper shot him a flirty smirk. “Hmm, that depends on whether you remembered to attend that 8 o’clock R&D meeting,” she purred, turning slightly to gauge his reaction.

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Pepper was curled up on the couch with a book and a mug of hot chocolate. The fire was going in the fire place, looking absolutely gorgeous with the Christmas decorations she and Natasha (who had to leave for a SHIELD meeting two hours before) had spent all day putting up. Hearing the door open, she turned, knowing exactly who it was. “Tony?” she called. “Did you get the tree? I want to at least put it up before we go to bed tonight!”

Stepping through the doorway, Tony heard Pepper calling from the sitting room. After a greeting to JARVIS, he made his way in, a sheepish expression on his face. “It’s a tragedy, really. You see, uh, the entire Christmas tree place, it just burned to the ground. Completely gone! So, bummer, but uh, no tree today.” He plopped down onto the couch, mentally preparing for the chastising he was about to receive.

The ginger CEO stood and slowly turned to him, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Oh really now?” she asked. “You think that would be mentioned on the news.” Pepper gestured towards the muted television. She folded her arms across her chest and made her way towards Tony. “Odd, isn’t it?”

Tony scratched his head and then shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, wow, uh, that is weird. I guess the news had other things to worry about today. Maybe one of those pet adoption things! Everybody sure loves those. Yep. They probably chose puppies over smoldering Christmas trees. Much more exciting.”

"Mhmm," Pepper rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. "Odd that you don’t smell like burnt pine. And that there’s no ash on your jacket." She sighed. "You didn’t even remember, did you?”

He looked up sheepishly. “I really did mean to get the tree. I wrote myself a little note and everything. 'Pick up the tree on the way home, asshat'. And then I just completely forgot. I’m sorry, babe.” He stood. “I guess I can go get it now, if you want.” He chuckled, “it’s not like we’re low on gas money.”

Pepper smiled at the mention of the note and shook her head. “No, it’s late now. We might as well wait until tomorrow,” she settled back into her spot on the couch, motioning for Tony to sit with her. “That way I can make sure the tree doesn’t catch on fire.”

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Pepper was curled up on the couch with a book and a mug of hot chocolate. The fire was going in the fire place, looking absolutely gorgeous with the Christmas decorations she and Natasha (who had to leave for a SHIELD meeting two hours before) had spent all day putting up. Hearing the door open, she turned, knowing exactly who it was. “Tony?” she called. “Did you get the tree? I want to at least put it up before we go to bed tonight!”

Stepping through the doorway, Tony heard Pepper calling from the sitting room. After a greeting to JARVIS, he made his way in, a sheepish expression on his face. “It’s a tragedy, really. You see, uh, the entire Christmas tree place, it just burned to the ground. Completely gone! So, bummer, but uh, no tree today.” He plopped down onto the couch, mentally preparing for the chastising he was about to receive.

The ginger CEO stood and slowly turned to him, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Oh really now?” she asked. “You think that would be mentioned on the news.” Pepper gestured towards the muted television. She folded her arms across her chest and made her way towards Tony. “Odd, isn’t it?”

Tony scratched his head and then shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, wow, uh, that is weird. I guess the news had other things to worry about today. Maybe one of those pet adoption things! Everybody sure loves those. Yep. They probably chose puppies over smoldering Christmas trees. Much more exciting.”

"Mhmm," Pepper rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. "Odd that you don’t smell like burnt pine. And that there’s no ash on your jacket." She sighed. "You didn’t even remember, did you?”

9PM

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Pepper was curled up on the couch with a book and a mug of hot chocolate. The fire was going in the fire place, looking absolutely gorgeous with the Christmas decorations she and Natasha (who had to leave for a SHIELD meeting two hours before) had spent all day putting up. Hearing the door open, she turned, knowing exactly who it was. “Tony?” she called. “Did you get the tree? I want to at least put it up before we go to bed tonight!”

Stepping through the doorway, Tony heard Pepper calling from the sitting room. After a greeting to JARVIS, he made his way in, a sheepish expression on his face. “It’s a tragedy, really. You see, uh, the entire Christmas tree place, it just burned to the ground. Completely gone! So, bummer, but uh, no tree today.” He plopped down onto the couch, mentally preparing for the chastising he was about to receive.

The ginger CEO stood and slowly turned to him, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Oh really now?” she asked. “You think that would be mentioned on the news.” Pepper gestured towards the muted television. She folded her arms across her chest and made her way towards Tony. “Odd, isn’t it?”

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9PM

Pepper was curled up on the couch with a book and a mug of hot chocolate. The fire was going in the fire place, looking absolutely gorgeous with the Christmas decorations she and Natasha (who had to leave for a SHIELD meeting two hours before) had spent all day putting up. Hearing the door open, she turned, knowing exactly who it was. “Tony?” she called. “Did you get the tree? I want to at least put it up before we go to bed tonight!”

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