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kathierif_ficTitle: Business Meeting
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Nick Fury/Pepper Potts
Rating: FRM
Summary: This is not exactly what Pepper expected, but she can work with it.
A/Ns: Deals with breathplay and power play, fills the "breathplay" square on kink-bingo.
"Director Fury. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting." Pepper Potts approached the director of SHIELD at a brisk pace and held out her hand for him to shake. She wore a dark costume, her hair was twisted together at the nape of her neck in a complicated looking hairdo, , and every inch of her screamed business.
"My pleasure." Nick stood and took her hand across his desk. "To what do I owe this meeting?" He pointed her at the comfortable chair and moved to close the door behind her.
"It's about Mr. Stark," Pepper informed him and put her bag down before primply crossing her legs.
Fury's eyebrows twitched up. "What about Stark?" he asked before sitting down opposite her.
"Well..." Pepper exhaled quietly and looked him straight in the eye. "I'd like you to remember, Director, that Tony Stark may be an Avenger, but first and foremost, he is still an employee of Stark Industries, and with that, me."
She didn't flinch, only leaned a little bit in when Fury stared at her without saying a word. "That means everything he does, everything he invents, is primarily property of Stark Industries. The only concession we make being the Iron Man suit." She took a breath. "If, Mr. Fury, you want a new communication system, please refrain from contacting Mr. Stark yourself. All business contacts should go through me, the CEO of Stark Industries." She smiled briefly, but without any trace of humor. "If you ask very nicely, I might be persuaded to talk to Mr. Stark and se if he is willing and able to come up with something for you. Is that clear?"
Fury found himself smiling slightly. He liked Pepper Potts' no-nonsense attitude a lot. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Maybe we can take this opportunity to ... talk then."
"Maybe we can start by you taking me seriously, or I'll have Mr. Stark stop all cooperation with SHIELD." Pepper tilted her head slightly to the side. "What Mr. Stark does in his free time is of course up to his own discretion, as long as the company's reputation doesn't suffer, but let's take Stark Tower for example. Since it technically belongs to Stark Industries, I would hate to kick out the SHIELD agents and assets that have currently found a home there."
Fury's smile dimmed slightly. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. She was serious, he could tell, and even if she just thought as much as him making fun of her - which he wasn't - it was possible that she persuaded Tony Stark to step down as Avenger.
There was no doubt that losing Stark would be a big blow to the initiative, and Fury knew that better than anyone else.
"Ma'am, I'm sure we can work something out," he told her. "Between you and me."
"Now hold your breath," Pepper interrupted him sharply. "If this is you trying to talk me into cooperating with SHIELD, you're doing a poor job."
Fury's eyebrows rose. "Am I supposed to hold my breath and convince you at the same time?" he asked back sarcastically.
Something about his tone seemed to calm her, and instead of getting to her feet and leaving, Pepper just arched an eyebrow. "Can you?"
Nick Fury had risked and sacrificed a lot for the Avengers initiative.
He wasn't going to let anybody, not even Pepper Potts in a bad mood about Tony Stark's loyalties get in the way of the Avengers now.
Not if he could do something about it.
A quick glance confirmed that the door was still closed, and he knew nobody would come in to disturb them. His PA knew that Potts had asked for a meeting, and she would make sure they remained uninterrupted. As long as it wasn't the end of the world, Hill could handle any on-setting crisis.
"Miss Potts," he said slowly while getting to his feet and shrugging out of his leather coat. "I'm really convinced that we can come to an agreement."
Pepper's eyes followed him as he walked around the desk at a measured speed, and when he came into her personal space, he saw her eyes widen in alarm.
He could imagine which thoughts raced through her head at this moment, and he hesitated for a split second, enjoying the anticipation that shivered along his own nerves.
For a moment, he considered backing down, only to take a deep breath and take a step closer.
"Director?" Pepper asked, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. She was one brave woman, nick thought, a small smile quirking his lips again. Too bad she worked for Stark Industries. Pepper Potts would have made one hell of a SHIELD-agent.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Fury's smile widened. "Convincing you," he rumbled. "While holding my breath."
And with that, he went down to his knees in front of her. Pepper gave him a wide-eyed, almost panicked look, as if she didn't know what he was doing, but when he reached for her knees with gentle fingers and pushed them apart while pulling her to the edge of her seat, she went without resisting or protesting.
Fury didn't look down as he pushed her skirt up to bunch around her hips. He kept his eye focused on her face - at the first sign of discomfort she showed, he would stop immediately, apologize if necessary and do what was necessary to convince her in another way that didn't have the risk of ending in a sexual harrassment suit.
And yet, he thought as his dick stirred slightly in his pants, harrassment was the furthest thing from his mind, the last thing he wanted.
"I'm gonna hold my breath," he promised, his voice low and deep. "Until you allow me to breathe again." And then, he looked down, took a deep breath and pulled her underwear down her legs until it was tangled up around her ankles, where he lost interest in it because he could see her, smell her, and it took only a really small move of his part until he could taste her, teasing licks and suction and the feeling of her fingers on the smooth skin of his head.
He dove in deeper, pressing mouth and nose against her until he couldn't breathe anymore even if he wanted. His hands rested on her knees again, thumbs stroking the tender soft skin there.
For a long moment, he feared that he had misjudged after all, that he'd gone too far too fast and that she would slap him and sue him and make sure everybody knew about his business tactics. That moment lasted as long as her fingers clenched against his scalp, scrabbling to find purchase and almost ripping off his eyepatch.
And then, she found her composure, her grip on him changed until she could guide him where she wanted him, and Fury would have sighed in relief if he'd had the air.
He didn't.
Instead, he focused on the task at hand, licking, sucking, scraping his teeth against her under her guidance, until the blood rushed loudly in his ears and the need to breathe became almost overwhelming.
His fingers tightened slightyl on her knees, and she waited a heartbeat or two longer before loosening her hold on him, letting him come up for a desperate gasp of air before pulling him close again with a tight grip on the back of his skull.
Fury went willingly.
This was for her, to make her feel good and in control while Fury still got what he wanted, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that he was turned on by the situation he found himself in. The blood pulsed loudly in his ears, his limbs, his dick, and it made him harder than he had been in a long time.
He wanted to reach down, give himself a squeeze, but he stopped himself and focused on what he was doing instead, his tongue tracing letters and patterns against her wet skin before pushing into her again, strong and hard and desperate.
SHe pulled him up for air a few more times, but never for long enough for him to catch his breath properly.
The message was clear. She was the boss right now, and he only lived to serve her in any way he could. Now he only had to get her to the point where she realized that letting Stark design things for SHIELD, letting him stay an Avenger and letting the Avengers live in the tower was only an expression of his willingness to serve her, to protect her and keep her company healthy.
He lost track of time, focused on what he was doing, on the lack of oxygen and the small, but still present danger of passing out, on the thrill that the knowledge of possibly passing out sent through him. It was a frisson of danger that he was seeking and not shying away from - the habit that had made him so perfect for the job, he knew, but that made it so hard to settle down.
He almost couldn't hear the sound of her breathing speeding up into gasps and soft, shameless moans over the rush of blood in his ears, and it didn't matter anymore if he kept his eyes open or closed, because all he saw were black spots. He consisted of the throb between his own legs, her pleasure, and the push and pull of her hands on his head.
Everything else became meaningless.
Her hands pulled him impossibly closer as she came, her muscles contracting and twitching against his tongue uncontrollably.
He stayed with her, the touch of his mouth against her gentler now, until she pushed him off and away.
Fury took two or three gasping breaths, oxygen sweet in his lungs, and he needed a moment to realize that Pepper had slipped to her knees on the carpet as well.
She was flushed, her hair less ordered and yet, as perfect as it had been before, and although her eyes were still half-closed with pleasure, there was something sharp and calculating in them.
She was a smart woman and a dangerous business partner, that much was obvious.
Without a single word, she reached for his fly, opened it and pulled him out with one slender, soft hand, so unlike his own. She gave him a few, experimental tugs and then she leaned close.
Her free hand rose and came to rest over his face, two fingers pinching his nose shut.
"You can," she said, "when I say you can."
Again, the message was clear, and he accepted it by closing his eye and bucking her hips.
She was watching him closely, he could feel it, and she either had a lot of experience or was a really good judge of character, because she quickly figured out how to touch and squeeze, which moves made him bite his tongue and clench his fingers, and when he couldn't hold on anymore, arousal and lack of air making him feel so lightheaded as if he could just float away, she squeezed his dick just right and released her grip on his nose, saying, "you can," the words unheard over the rush of blood in his ears but their meaning clear nonetheless.
He came, long and hard and onto his carpet like an inexperienced teenager while gasping for breath like a drowning man.
Later, when they were properly dressed and everything put to order once again, Pepper stood and held out her hand.
"I'm sure both SHIELD and Stark Industries will benefit from our business relationship," she said with a smile, and Fury grinned as he shook her hand.
He didn't know if she had figured out his game or not.
As long as he got what he wanted, he didn't care either way.
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Nick Fury/Pepper Potts
Rating: FRM
Summary: This is not exactly what Pepper expected, but she can work with it.
A/Ns: Deals with breathplay and power play, fills the "breathplay" square on kink-bingo.
"Director Fury. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting." Pepper Potts approached the director of SHIELD at a brisk pace and held out her hand for him to shake. She wore a dark costume, her hair was twisted together at the nape of her neck in a complicated looking hairdo, , and every inch of her screamed business.
"My pleasure." Nick stood and took her hand across his desk. "To what do I owe this meeting?" He pointed her at the comfortable chair and moved to close the door behind her.
"It's about Mr. Stark," Pepper informed him and put her bag down before primply crossing her legs.
Fury's eyebrows twitched up. "What about Stark?" he asked before sitting down opposite her.
"Well..." Pepper exhaled quietly and looked him straight in the eye. "I'd like you to remember, Director, that Tony Stark may be an Avenger, but first and foremost, he is still an employee of Stark Industries, and with that, me."
She didn't flinch, only leaned a little bit in when Fury stared at her without saying a word. "That means everything he does, everything he invents, is primarily property of Stark Industries. The only concession we make being the Iron Man suit." She took a breath. "If, Mr. Fury, you want a new communication system, please refrain from contacting Mr. Stark yourself. All business contacts should go through me, the CEO of Stark Industries." She smiled briefly, but without any trace of humor. "If you ask very nicely, I might be persuaded to talk to Mr. Stark and se if he is willing and able to come up with something for you. Is that clear?"
Fury found himself smiling slightly. He liked Pepper Potts' no-nonsense attitude a lot. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Maybe we can take this opportunity to ... talk then."
"Maybe we can start by you taking me seriously, or I'll have Mr. Stark stop all cooperation with SHIELD." Pepper tilted her head slightly to the side. "What Mr. Stark does in his free time is of course up to his own discretion, as long as the company's reputation doesn't suffer, but let's take Stark Tower for example. Since it technically belongs to Stark Industries, I would hate to kick out the SHIELD agents and assets that have currently found a home there."
Fury's smile dimmed slightly. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. She was serious, he could tell, and even if she just thought as much as him making fun of her - which he wasn't - it was possible that she persuaded Tony Stark to step down as Avenger.
There was no doubt that losing Stark would be a big blow to the initiative, and Fury knew that better than anyone else.
"Ma'am, I'm sure we can work something out," he told her. "Between you and me."
"Now hold your breath," Pepper interrupted him sharply. "If this is you trying to talk me into cooperating with SHIELD, you're doing a poor job."
Fury's eyebrows rose. "Am I supposed to hold my breath and convince you at the same time?" he asked back sarcastically.
Something about his tone seemed to calm her, and instead of getting to her feet and leaving, Pepper just arched an eyebrow. "Can you?"
Nick Fury had risked and sacrificed a lot for the Avengers initiative.
He wasn't going to let anybody, not even Pepper Potts in a bad mood about Tony Stark's loyalties get in the way of the Avengers now.
Not if he could do something about it.
A quick glance confirmed that the door was still closed, and he knew nobody would come in to disturb them. His PA knew that Potts had asked for a meeting, and she would make sure they remained uninterrupted. As long as it wasn't the end of the world, Hill could handle any on-setting crisis.
"Miss Potts," he said slowly while getting to his feet and shrugging out of his leather coat. "I'm really convinced that we can come to an agreement."
Pepper's eyes followed him as he walked around the desk at a measured speed, and when he came into her personal space, he saw her eyes widen in alarm.
He could imagine which thoughts raced through her head at this moment, and he hesitated for a split second, enjoying the anticipation that shivered along his own nerves.
For a moment, he considered backing down, only to take a deep breath and take a step closer.
"Director?" Pepper asked, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. She was one brave woman, nick thought, a small smile quirking his lips again. Too bad she worked for Stark Industries. Pepper Potts would have made one hell of a SHIELD-agent.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Fury's smile widened. "Convincing you," he rumbled. "While holding my breath."
And with that, he went down to his knees in front of her. Pepper gave him a wide-eyed, almost panicked look, as if she didn't know what he was doing, but when he reached for her knees with gentle fingers and pushed them apart while pulling her to the edge of her seat, she went without resisting or protesting.
Fury didn't look down as he pushed her skirt up to bunch around her hips. He kept his eye focused on her face - at the first sign of discomfort she showed, he would stop immediately, apologize if necessary and do what was necessary to convince her in another way that didn't have the risk of ending in a sexual harrassment suit.
And yet, he thought as his dick stirred slightly in his pants, harrassment was the furthest thing from his mind, the last thing he wanted.
"I'm gonna hold my breath," he promised, his voice low and deep. "Until you allow me to breathe again." And then, he looked down, took a deep breath and pulled her underwear down her legs until it was tangled up around her ankles, where he lost interest in it because he could see her, smell her, and it took only a really small move of his part until he could taste her, teasing licks and suction and the feeling of her fingers on the smooth skin of his head.
He dove in deeper, pressing mouth and nose against her until he couldn't breathe anymore even if he wanted. His hands rested on her knees again, thumbs stroking the tender soft skin there.
For a long moment, he feared that he had misjudged after all, that he'd gone too far too fast and that she would slap him and sue him and make sure everybody knew about his business tactics. That moment lasted as long as her fingers clenched against his scalp, scrabbling to find purchase and almost ripping off his eyepatch.
And then, she found her composure, her grip on him changed until she could guide him where she wanted him, and Fury would have sighed in relief if he'd had the air.
He didn't.
Instead, he focused on the task at hand, licking, sucking, scraping his teeth against her under her guidance, until the blood rushed loudly in his ears and the need to breathe became almost overwhelming.
His fingers tightened slightyl on her knees, and she waited a heartbeat or two longer before loosening her hold on him, letting him come up for a desperate gasp of air before pulling him close again with a tight grip on the back of his skull.
Fury went willingly.
This was for her, to make her feel good and in control while Fury still got what he wanted, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that he was turned on by the situation he found himself in. The blood pulsed loudly in his ears, his limbs, his dick, and it made him harder than he had been in a long time.
He wanted to reach down, give himself a squeeze, but he stopped himself and focused on what he was doing instead, his tongue tracing letters and patterns against her wet skin before pushing into her again, strong and hard and desperate.
SHe pulled him up for air a few more times, but never for long enough for him to catch his breath properly.
The message was clear. She was the boss right now, and he only lived to serve her in any way he could. Now he only had to get her to the point where she realized that letting Stark design things for SHIELD, letting him stay an Avenger and letting the Avengers live in the tower was only an expression of his willingness to serve her, to protect her and keep her company healthy.
He lost track of time, focused on what he was doing, on the lack of oxygen and the small, but still present danger of passing out, on the thrill that the knowledge of possibly passing out sent through him. It was a frisson of danger that he was seeking and not shying away from - the habit that had made him so perfect for the job, he knew, but that made it so hard to settle down.
He almost couldn't hear the sound of her breathing speeding up into gasps and soft, shameless moans over the rush of blood in his ears, and it didn't matter anymore if he kept his eyes open or closed, because all he saw were black spots. He consisted of the throb between his own legs, her pleasure, and the push and pull of her hands on his head.
Everything else became meaningless.
Her hands pulled him impossibly closer as she came, her muscles contracting and twitching against his tongue uncontrollably.
He stayed with her, the touch of his mouth against her gentler now, until she pushed him off and away.
Fury took two or three gasping breaths, oxygen sweet in his lungs, and he needed a moment to realize that Pepper had slipped to her knees on the carpet as well.
She was flushed, her hair less ordered and yet, as perfect as it had been before, and although her eyes were still half-closed with pleasure, there was something sharp and calculating in them.
She was a smart woman and a dangerous business partner, that much was obvious.
Without a single word, she reached for his fly, opened it and pulled him out with one slender, soft hand, so unlike his own. She gave him a few, experimental tugs and then she leaned close.
Her free hand rose and came to rest over his face, two fingers pinching his nose shut.
"You can," she said, "when I say you can."
Again, the message was clear, and he accepted it by closing his eye and bucking her hips.
She was watching him closely, he could feel it, and she either had a lot of experience or was a really good judge of character, because she quickly figured out how to touch and squeeze, which moves made him bite his tongue and clench his fingers, and when he couldn't hold on anymore, arousal and lack of air making him feel so lightheaded as if he could just float away, she squeezed his dick just right and released her grip on his nose, saying, "you can," the words unheard over the rush of blood in his ears but their meaning clear nonetheless.
He came, long and hard and onto his carpet like an inexperienced teenager while gasping for breath like a drowning man.
Later, when they were properly dressed and everything put to order once again, Pepper stood and held out her hand.
"I'm sure both SHIELD and Stark Industries will benefit from our business relationship," she said with a smile, and Fury grinned as he shook her hand.
He didn't know if she had figured out his game or not.
As long as he got what he wanted, he didn't care either way.