Title: Speed Dial #3
Author: Sare Liz
Disclaimer: they aren't mine.
Continuity: T/P, Movieverse, 'Slice of Life' series, sometime after 'So Far, So Good'
Rating: T for swearing and an allusion to sex.
Author's Note: this was off the prompt/challenge/idea from a thread on the LJ community TonyPepper.

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She's not sure when it happened, because she's not sure when the last time was that she looked at the phone before answering it when he called. That was the problem with personalized ringtones and a blue tooth headset, and damn it, he hadn't changed the ringtone since years ago. She'd chewed him out so badly at the time that he never dared try that sort of thing again. Until just recently, apparently. But this time he'd left the ringtone alone, and she hadn't noticed for God only knows how long. Given this, it would be here, now, that she would realize.

"Hey, can I see your blackberry? I promise not to hack secure SI information."

Pepper forked over her blackberry, reaching across their Salmon Eggs Benedict. The café was at its usual din and she and Ann were having lunch there as they did once a month or so. It was bright and airy, and it served breakfast at all hours.

"I'm thinking about getting one of these," Ann said. "But I can't decide between this and the iPhone."

"Get the iPhone," she remarked dryly.

"What makes you say that?" she asked, navigating through onscreen menus with increasing concentration.

"Unless you're going to be doing a lot of typing it's probably better. And I've heard that once you get used to the iPhone keyboard, it's not so bad, so even that might not be the best selling point." Pepper continued to sing the praises of the technology that she herself was considering as an alternative to what her own assistant smiling referred to as her 'crackberry'.

The waitress came and went, refilling their coffee and it was about that time that her beloved decided to call. The ring was quiet and discrete, a soft chiming trill, and so it seemed completely out of all proportion for Ann to nearly choke on her coffee, force it down and start laughing hysterically in that way one does in public, trying desperately not to laugh but having it come out as something like a spastic snorting wheeze instead.

"I think it's for you," she managed to squeeze out in a tight, high voice, in between one laughing fit and another, handing the electronic device back to its owner.

Completely bewildered, Pepper almost didn't look at the screen, her thumb automatically going to the button that would answer the phone. But she did. And it informed her not that Tony Stark was calling, but that Sex God was calling. She almost didn't answer the phone.

But when she did, it was with eyes narrowed. "Anthony Edward Stark," she said crisply, her voice soft, nearly a whisper. "I have told you before – do not fuck with my phone!"

All that she heard from the other end was laughter. Looking over at her sister, still somewhat hysterical, Pepper just raised an eyebrow. Perhaps at some point in the near future, she too would find this humorous.

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That's all!