this is not about iron man.

[quigonejinn]

From dafnap:

HOLY FUCK NEW BOND TRAILER IN HIGH RES AND I JUST LKDJGDF.

Daniel Craig, licking a woman's back. Daniel Craig, coming over the horizon in a Tom Ford suit and holding an assault rifle in his hands. Steely-voiced M. Felix Leiter. That color saturation. That editing. Duty. Inconsolable rage.

NOVEMBER 7TH, MOTHERFUCKERS.

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[atrata.livejournal.com]

Yet more news that shocks me.

Mmm, Pepper/Bond. Man, that would be so kickass, and so very very different from Tony/Bond, which also be kickass in an entirely other way. Is it November yet?

And yes, I am working on the thing. I think it's going to suck. Gah.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

It is not. It's going to be the greatest thing in the history of ever. How many other people could even start to write it?

Yeah, Pepper/Bond would be aweeesome. We were postulating something about the SHIELD regular poker game with, say, Bond, Fury, Tony, and a fourth. And Pepper dealing. And Tony telling Pepper to play footsies with Bond to distract him, and Pepper refusing and.

Mostly, though, since we have no Q in Casino Royale-verse, my brain is totally hijacked by thoughts of Tony making gadgets for Bond and taking payment in sex.

[atrata.livejournal.com]

No, I am pretty sure THAT POKER GAME is going to be the greatest thing in the history of ever. Pepper dealing, omg. I wonder who the fourth would be. I think in my head, it's Bruce Wayne, and Tony and James pick on him for brooding.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

In my cracky head, it's Villiers, who you totally probably don't remember? But he's M's secretary and the one who tells her that Bond is the best poker playe rin the service. He's played by one of my favorite actors in the WORLLLLLLDDDD and.

They don't trust anybody else to deal. Pepper is amazingly good at the cards. Tony is surprised, makes a smart-aleck comment. Pepper says nothing, but gives him those arched eyebrows and hidden little smile, and Bond takes notice.

[atrata.livejournal.com]

Oh, I totally remember Villiers. That'd work, too, for sure.

I absolutely buy Pepper being a fucking fantastic dealer. Chicks who can handle a deck of cards are seriously hot. Gah. GAH.

And of course Bond notices, god, he must drive Tony batshit with the things he notices about Pepper that Tony doesn't know.

I SUCK AT WRITING IN THE MORNING.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

With clothes on:

1. Doesn't doodle in her notebook even in the fourth hour of listening to bureaucrats ramble.
2. Favors her right knee just a little bit more than the left. You can tell because the heel on that stiletto is worn down more on that side. Gives her an extra sway in the hips when she walks.
3. Wears lipstick that doesn't come off on the side of a glass.
4. Undershuffles the middle of the deck.

With clothes off:
1. Likes having her fingers inside your mouth.
2. Is only a little bit freckly for a redhead.
3. Has a boss who pages her every thirty seconds or so until she picks up the phone, which you should take as your cue to start kissing your way down her chest and stomach and points beyond while she grips your hair tries to pull you off her because your tongue, tracing over her her stomach, tickles. She flips over, thinking this is going to keep you from going down on her, and you get to hear her say, in the most exasperated tone, "Ton --" and break off because you've just licked the small of her back.

Since you come closest to being a gentleman in bed, you don't put a finger into her until she's saying a very firm goodbye.

YOU DO NOT SUCK AT WRITING IN THE MORNING.

[obsession-inc.livejournal.com]

Dude, I LOVE this. Eeeee tickling and licking her while she's on the phone with Tony, GAH.

YOU DO NOT. I, ON THE OTHER HAND, AM LAME. WHATEVER.

[atrata.livejournal.com]

You run into Stark a few hours later, and don't smirk as you slide onto the stool next to him, order a vodka martini. Stark's drinking scotch neat, probably his third, if the slowness of his gaze is any indication. He opens his mouth to say something to you, presumably something he feels is clever, but his gaze focuses on something over your shoulder. The corners of his eyes crinkle, just a little, and you call for another vodka martini, extra olives.

Re: I SUCK AT WRITING IN THE MORNING.

[dafnap.livejournal.com]

SMALL OF BACK.

And Bond being a gentleman. By being patient where Tony isn't.

RHOD. RHOD.

[dafnap.livejournal.com]

When Pepper lays the final card in his hand, Bond doesn't smile, but looks her in the eye, holding her gaze a little longer than necessary.

Her hand stills, and she doesn't look away.

When he sees that he has her attention, he lets the quirk on the side of his mouth turn into a full smile. Tony Stark touches the glass to his lips when Pepper's blush follows soon after and Bond almost wants to laugh.

It's almost too easy, really.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Q: When is it worth it to play cards with two genius billionaires and a one-eyed man who probably keeps a laser under his eyepatch?

A: When the dealer blushes when your brush your hands on the cards where she's touched them. She's also a redhead in five inch heels

...

What surprises Bond is the fact that Pepper won't go to bed with him. True, they're on a helicarrier, and her boss is right there, but she obviously wants him. Bond, that is. He suspects her of wanting her boss, but isn't sure, and Villiers replaces Pepper as the dealer after an hour and a half. Bond cashes out shortly afterwards under the excuse of giving his place to M, whose hair is still a little wet at the edges from her shower and whose posture suggests that she's still more than a little pissed about the events of the day, and he goes out and finds

oh shit dafna is here and wrote it better than I did.

Dafna: oh man, screw the poker game. BAR. Pepper's one hour off between babysitting Tony and running his company for him. His insistance on a world tour after his announcement that's he's fucking Iron Man necessitates at least four olives, and maybe the cute blonde guy with the dead eyes at the end of the bar.

[jamaillith.livejournal.com]

hadfadjd;daa;

I heartily approve.