Pepper glanced up from her book as Stark stepped sheepishly into the bedroom clad in his suit. It was odd for him to wear that to bed, though perhaps he'd sensed the frostiness emanating from his wife all the way down in his laboratory, and had chosen to come prepared.

“I'm so sorry I forgot our anniversary, honey,” Stark began, his body language apologetic. “I was working on this really cool thing.”

“Tony, honestly, it’s fine,” she sighed.

“No, it's not fine. I want to make it up to you. So was trying to think what could be the best present I could give you. And then I thought… myself!”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “Even by your standards, that’s egotistical.”

He tapped a button on the wrist of the suit. The armored plates begin to shift around him, seeming to contract as they did, similar to how the suits folded up when being stored in a briefcase, only this time her husband was still inside! Her eyes grew wider as he continued to dwindle before her eyes until a 9-inch long cylinder of red and gold plopped onto the sheets.

“Now I’m all yours!” exclaimed the toy-sized Tony. “Careful with me, I’m delicate,” he yelped as his wife’s slim fingers wrapped around his shaft, lifting him to eye height.

“You turned yourself into a dildo?!”

“Vibrator actually. There’s a switch on my base that - oh, you found it already!” he said, his entire body buzzing violently. He tried to explain to her the various modes built into his vibrator-body but she was already exploring them, thumbing the switch on his base

“Well? Are you impressed?”

He received no verbal response. She merely slipped back her dressing gown, pulling down the hem of her pajamas as she maneuverer the vibrator lower. She spread her legs, pressing the head of the vibrator between the dripping pussy lips.

Tony took an involuntary deep breath as he was plunged deep between her walls, driving him inside her to his hilt. She drew him out slowly, glistening with her juices.

“Ju-just be sure to charge me when you’re done so I can change back. Oh and if you could leave me lying around in Black Widow’s bedroom that would-mmmpphh.”

It was only in the early hours, after her fifth orgasm, that she realized the toy was no longer vibrating. Its eyes were dim, the miniature arc reactor that was its battery completely drained. She examined the USB charging port with one finger before tossing the vibrator on the floor, lying back down to sleep in blissful satisfaction.

She’d charge him in the morning.