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Fic: Four Times Tony Got What He Wanted
Title: Four Times Tony Got What He Wanted
Characters/Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: R
Summary: Four drabbles about Tony getting exactly what he wants
"We should go out."
"Mm?" Steve looked up to find Tony, chin propped in his hands. He knew that look, and it never boded well. "Go where?"
"For food." Tony thought. "Thai."
"I don't like Thai."
"You've never tried it." Steve frowned.
"I have tried it, the last time you dragged me out." He looked out the window at the fat flakes of snow. "Besides, it's too cold."
"Fine, I'll cook something," Tony answered. Steve stared at him in alarm. "You like liver, right?"
"No!"
"Tongue?"
"No, Tony!"
"I could try to make sushi."
Steve sighed. "I'll get my coat."
___
"Steve, I'm trying to teach you something. Pretend to pay attention?"
Steve looked up, casting mistrustful eyes on Tony's laptop. All day they'd been fighting over his reluctance to embrace twentieth century technology and he was nearly ready to throw the little computer out a window.
"I can check my email," he pointed out.
"But you can also keep up to date on everything!" Tony exclaimed. "Look, there are news sites, blogs, forums..."
"Not interested."
Tony sighed. "But I signed you up for fantasy football..."
"Fantasy what?"
Tony smirked and shifted over. "For a big guy, you sure move fast..."
___
"How many women have you kissed?"
Steve looked alarmed by the question. "That's not really your business."
"So one? Two?" Steve rolled his eyes and turned back to the newspaper. Tony waited a beat . "How many men?"
He'd thought beet red was a figure of speech until Steve lowered the paper.
"I don't kiss men."
"You should. It's very... different." Silence.
Then, "How many men have you kissed?"
"One too few."
Steve laughed and rolled his eyes, but didn't pull away when Tony pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and that was victory enough for now.
___
His hand smoothed down Tony's spine, soothing. It was huge, so big that it nearly spanned the small of his back, but gentle to the point that Tony could barely feel it ghosting across his skin.
He buried his face in Steve's chest and trembled, every nerve in his body on fire with exhausted pleasure. The aches and pains would come later and he would welcome them; for now he was content to huddle against Steve's warmth and thank his lucky stars that Steve was the sticking around type.
"Feel alright?" Thick arms wrapped around Tony. He purred.
"Just perfect."
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Characters/Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: R
Summary: Four drabbles about Tony getting exactly what he wants
"We should go out."
"Mm?" Steve looked up to find Tony, chin propped in his hands. He knew that look, and it never boded well. "Go where?"
"For food." Tony thought. "Thai."
"I don't like Thai."
"You've never tried it." Steve frowned.
"I have tried it, the last time you dragged me out." He looked out the window at the fat flakes of snow. "Besides, it's too cold."
"Fine, I'll cook something," Tony answered. Steve stared at him in alarm. "You like liver, right?"
"No!"
"Tongue?"
"No, Tony!"
"I could try to make sushi."
Steve sighed. "I'll get my coat."
"Steve, I'm trying to teach you something. Pretend to pay attention?"
Steve looked up, casting mistrustful eyes on Tony's laptop. All day they'd been fighting over his reluctance to embrace twentieth century technology and he was nearly ready to throw the little computer out a window.
"I can check my email," he pointed out.
"But you can also keep up to date on everything!" Tony exclaimed. "Look, there are news sites, blogs, forums..."
"Not interested."
Tony sighed. "But I signed you up for fantasy football..."
"Fantasy what?"
Tony smirked and shifted over. "For a big guy, you sure move fast..."
"How many women have you kissed?"
Steve looked alarmed by the question. "That's not really your business."
"So one? Two?" Steve rolled his eyes and turned back to the newspaper. Tony waited a beat . "How many men?"
He'd thought beet red was a figure of speech until Steve lowered the paper.
"I don't kiss men."
"You should. It's very... different." Silence.
Then, "How many men have you kissed?"
"One too few."
Steve laughed and rolled his eyes, but didn't pull away when Tony pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and that was victory enough for now.
His hand smoothed down Tony's spine, soothing. It was huge, so big that it nearly spanned the small of his back, but gentle to the point that Tony could barely feel it ghosting across his skin.
He buried his face in Steve's chest and trembled, every nerve in his body on fire with exhausted pleasure. The aches and pains would come later and he would welcome them; for now he was content to huddle against Steve's warmth and thank his lucky stars that Steve was the sticking around type.
"Feel alright?" Thick arms wrapped around Tony. He purred.
"Just perfect."
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LOL at fantasy football!
The third drabble was love. Love.
Re: LOL at fantasy football!
I'm glad you liked it! :D
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on an unrelated note, mind if i ask where you got your icon???
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