Owner	Pose
Tony Stark	"Mr. Stark," HOMER answers, "Is currently within his workshop, though he appears to be asleep at this time." HOMER is more willing than usual to share more specifically what Tony is doing. It is somewhat unusual for it to be quite that specific. "I have recently been updated to allow you additional permissions; you currently have access to the workshop under the current security level designated for the project," HOMER continues. "However, if you would rather leave a message---"
Pepper Potts	"No, no, that's okay," Pepper's tones aren't rushed, but they are pointed. She's already on the move and had been from the moment she'd attempted to contact Tony. She'll just let the fact that HOMER just told her that he'd upped her access to him, to HOMER, making 'them' just that much easier, that much closer. That'll take a little time, but it's already trickling down in that she enters the Penthouse first, pulling off her shoes and leaving them on the landing before she begins to take the stairs to the workshop. Everyone has a place they consider to be sacred spot, their Sanctum Sanctorum, and the workshop is Tony's. Padding down the stairs, Pepper's changed into casual but comfortable; a far cry from both her suits and her workout gear, but still managing a touch of her native, glowing style. The door controls are touched in her own sequence, that hasn't changed, and upon entering the workshop, it's.. well, she hasn't been here much since the laser, if really at all. HOMER had said he was sleeping, so it shouldn't be hard to find a resting if not reclining Tony.
Tony Stark	The workshop seems repaired; machines are humming along smoothly. It's reasonably dark, due to a bunch of monitors and holograms being lit up with a mix of scrolling code and some floating diagrams of mechanical parts. Things only Stark is currently making sense of, probably. Not that he is making sense of anything other than the inside of his eyelids at the moment. Tony is sleeping, as HOMER commented, in his 'thinking chair' not far from where the mechanical parts twirls slowly in the air. He's relaxed back, with one hand partially folded under his chin to the side to prop his head up a little, but his breaths are deep and relaxed. He's dressed simply - jeans, long-sleeved tee-- so he's mostly comfortable. Evidence suggests he was doing some design work: nothing of a dangerous nature.
Pepper Potts	As the many times as she's seen Tony in those unguarded moments, those times when it was purely him without the show, without the ego, without the facade, it's the moments when he's sleeping that bring out so much more feeling on her part. The healing sleeps, the 'fall asleep in front of the television', and even the exhausted sleeps- it's like an understanding that this is really a time where he is completely in downtime. Biting at her bottom lip, Pepper approaches the chair quietly, and laying a light hand on the chair's arm, crouches down to put herself more on his reclined level, her expression one of unhidden affection. "Hey," she whispers, "Tony?" She's not trying to startle him, but.. it's probably better to sleep in his own room, in his own bed. There's no need to work to exhaustion this time. Not at this very moment, anyway. The world hasn't called. "Tony," she says again, and reaches to brush a little hair away from his forehead. "You should go to bed. This can wait."
Tony Stark	"Hm," Tony agrees at first, when she first says his name. He stirs only a little bit at first, but is more responsive when she speaks again and touches his forehead lightly. He brings in a deep breath at first, brows coming together in momentary disorientation, but reality snaps in readily enough. "Hm, hi, Pep. How late is it?" Tony asks, in a way that is aimed to cover that he was actually asleep, distract and deflect with the question. Tony rubs his jaw with those fingers, stretching it out a little, and flexes his fingers, sitting up a little bit straighter, better. He was out a little while, so there's some physical kinks that come along with that. Then, he does smile at her some, though. "Good sight to wake up to, anyway; am I going to have this more often?" Tony lightly and tiredly flirts.
Pepper Potts	If she thought she couldn't love him more than she already does, it's the soft, just this side of awake noise that the man makes as he starts to rise from that comfortable bit of slumber. Pepper's eyes are bright, looking at him fondly. As he rises a little more fully, she's not backing off too much, but giving him a little room. She's still beside him in that partial crouch, though. Pepper waits until he opens his eyes, focussing them as he makes his way through that all too familiar sleepy haze, and once she catches that he's more or less all there, smiles a little more. "Hey," she says softly again. Oh look.. her heart! It's pushing a bit of blood up to lightly freckled cheeks in pleasure of the sentiment, and she tries to find words to return. It's only a couple of heartbeats that pass before she does find them, "Well, keep falling asleep down here, and I'll wake you up to send you to bed." Her head cants, and her fingers play in his hair, She knows that's not what he meant, and every tone in those words should convey that. "I'm going to have to figure out how to get you to actually sleep in your bed."
Tony Stark	Tony relaxes back a little bit more, taking in the affection with a sort of quiet surprise. Pepper crossing over into these other areas of his life, bringing in this 'dating' thing with her. It's... nice? Tony starts to draw her towards her feet, as if he were going to stand as well, so no need for her to remain crouched. "This chair is really not so bad, you shouldn't knock it until you try it," Tony answers, promptly trying to draw her towards him instead, into the chair with him in a shift of mood into lightened play. He's tired, but still certainly has the will to do that.
Pepper Potts	The flirting, it's nice, it feels good, it makes her feel //wanted// and special. While Pepper's had the experience before, there's never been anything behind it. No weight, no romantic affection, nothing but the fact that 'she was there'. But this? Pepper starts to rise a little, fully expecting that Tony is going to get up; a nod to the inevitable, surely. He goes to his room, closes the door, she makes her way out and home. What she doesn't expect is that light surge of gentle playfulness, and she's surprised by it. Her brows rise, her expression shifts to first surprise, then a laugh escapes as she allows herself to be 'captured', drawn in, and pulled onto the chair with him. She 'lands' more on his lap than beside, and it takes a moment of shifting before she settles, green eyes bright as she's even closer, can look into those brown eyes of his. "Mmm," she begins softly, "not so bad." There's that ghosted, happy smile again, as she moves to rest her head against him. "I can see how you could fall asleep in it."
Tony Stark	Tony expected her to lean into and fall for his charm, and was ready to catch her and collect her there half on his lap. He draws one hand to support her at the opposite hip, the other to guide her face towards him, to put a kiss on the nearest spot -- what ends up being eyebrow. "I bet it's cause I'm here," Tony teases, though it has a warmth and gentle quality to it. He moves the hand to brush along her ear, and nod a little. "All right, let's move this party up. Bed she wants; bed she shall have," Tony says. "HOMER, shut things down after me." And with a pat of hand on her hip, Tony's releasing her - to lead to take him up to real rest.