Apartment Above Stark Industries, Valentine's Day

[imafuturist]

There wasn't a massive stuffed animal or way, way too many flowers waiting for Steve in the apartment this year. If only because Tony had learned his lesson about those. Kind of.

He hadn't learned his lesson about making reservations at places that Steve could never, ever learn the real price tag of.

And there were still just a few dozen roses in hiding for when Steve finished getting ready to go. Look, he was doing his best at being restrained here!

[for the guy!]

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[imafuturist]

"A tiny Parisian apartment where you can pretend to be a starving artist," he teased, snatching the spoon out of Steve's hand to feed him as well.

[heroic_jawline]

"Mmmm," Steve said. "Bad neighborhood?"

[imafuturist]

"Leaky pipes, Windows that are stuck open a crack," Tony added. "Closets aren't in the vocabulary at all."

He could be describing New York, honestly.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "Sounds exactly like Brooklyn. Are the neighbors yelling all the time too?"

[imafuturist]

"Yes, but in French," Tony replied with the utmost sincerity. "Big difference."

[heroic_jawline]

"As opposed to Italian," Steve said. "Or maybe Russian. We never asked. Ma just banged the broom on the ceiling to make 'em shut up."

[imafuturist]

"Polish maybe," Tony added with a quick grin. He leaned in close, just before actually kissing Steve. "You can survive off of pain au chocolat and cheap wine."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled against his mouth. "Sounds fun."

[imafuturist]

"Sounds like another world," Tony admitted, kissing him.

Mmm. Chocolate kisses.

[heroic_jawline]

"It's definitely not what you're used to," Steve agreed, licking the chocolate from Tony's mouth.

[imafuturist]

Tony abandoned his wine next to the bed so he could kiss him back with some intent. Because he really enjoyed that chocolate. Sure. That could be it.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve let out a happy little noise. "If I'd known a ratty little apartment was going to do it for you," he teased, "I would've gone into more detail about mine--"

[imafuturist]

"I like the idea of a little place for us," Tony murmured, hooking his leg over Steve's to kiss him again.

God, he was a sap.

[heroic_jawline]

"Don't we already have a place for us?" Steve asked softly, putting the mousse down so he could kiss Tony better. "The apartment?"

[imafuturist]

"Yeah," he agreed, sighing as he deepened the kiss. "Just--like the idea of not being us. You know?"

It couldn't be too big of a shock that Tony longed for a little anonymity.

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, I do," Steve said, playing with the hair at the nape of Tony's neck. "Sometimes it's nice to just be Tony, huh. No last name."

[imafuturist]

"Just a little," Tony replied, glancing up at him through his eyelashes with a sheepish little smile.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve cupped Tony's hand between his hands and kissed him, slow and sweet.

"I love you."

[imafuturist]

"I love you too," Tony murmured back. "Quite the pair, huh?"

[heroic_jawline]

"I like to think so," Steve said, smiling. "You're clearly the smart one, but I like to think I pull my weight okay."

[imafuturist]

"You more than do that," Tony assured him with a kiss on the nose as he snagged the mousse again.

Look, he burned off a lot of calories before.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled again. "Thank you," he said sweetly.

[imafuturist]

"And," Tony began, scooping some out with his fingers to eat. "You deserve every reward for it."

Did he need to pick his fingers so intently? No. No, he did not.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was definitely watching those fingers with way more intensity than probably was necessary, eyes going dark.

"I'm listening."

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed, scooping more mousse to offer him. "You were very good in indulging me with the suit. So, I think I should do something you want."