Yay! Happy anniversary fic! (I started the story thinking Steve was getting a present for Tony's birthday, but in the end I think I like the idea of an anniversary present even better).
Tony kissed him. “A nine.”
Steve blinked. “Really?”
“Only topped by flying in my armor,” Tony winked.
“Oh.” Steve was more than surprised.
His lover grinned wickedly. “It would rate a ten if we had had great, fantastic, amazing, mind-blowing sex right away.”
“In the middle of the stadium,” Steve commented wryly, not even making it a question.
*grins* I love that flying in his armor ranks just above spend the day with Steve and just below mind-blowing sex with Steve (because I'm pretty sure that given the choice between playing with the armor and having mindblowing sex with anyone other than Steve, Tony would pick the armor).
Not the first time they had kissed. Or slept together, It had been the day Steve had woken in another time, in the future, and looked at an alien creature, a metal mask, with glowing eye slits. It had been the day he had held onto the gloved hand, metallic and cool, the only anchor he had had.
The sappily romantic part of me loves that this is what Steve dates their "anniversary" from. And the description of the armor as something mechanical and alien is really nicely evocative.
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Tony kissed him. “A nine.”
Steve blinked. “Really?”
“Only topped by flying in my armor,” Tony winked.
“Oh.” Steve was more than surprised.
His lover grinned wickedly. “It would rate a ten if we had had great, fantastic, amazing, mind-blowing sex right away.”
“In the middle of the stadium,” Steve commented wryly, not even making it a question.
*grins* I love that flying in his armor ranks just above spend the day with Steve and just below mind-blowing sex with Steve (because I'm pretty sure that given the choice between playing with the armor and having mindblowing sex with anyone other than Steve, Tony would pick the armor).
Not the first time they had kissed. Or slept together, It had been the day Steve had woken in another time, in the future, and looked at an alien creature, a metal mask, with glowing eye slits. It had been the day he had held onto the gloved hand, metallic and cool, the only anchor he had had.
The sappily romantic part of me loves that this is what Steve dates their "anniversary" from. And the description of the armor as something mechanical and alien is really nicely evocative.