Rockafeller Center Christmas Tree - NYC - Sunday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

Well, it had felt necessary to do the tourist thing and go look at the tree with the mass of people leading up to the holiday. The urge to do this was quickly passing as they were in the moment of it.

Mostly because it was too cold for Steve and too crowded for the both of them. But it was a pretty tree at least. The lone upside to the whole afternoon here.

"We can say we saw it now," Tony suggested, arm curled around Steve's and all bundled up in winter gear that was probably too expensive for where they were. Like he was just asking to be pickpocketed or something.

(Joke was on them, he never remembered to carry a wallet because why would he?)

[for the holiday slowplay!]

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[heroic_jawline]

"Hotel," Steve agreed. "The hot chocolate was worth driving into Brooklyn for, right?"

[imafuturist]

"The ride alone was worth it," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"If you give me directions to the hotel that go the long way, I won't call you on it," Steve teased back, "but you're juggling the chocolate."

[imafuturist]

"Yes, sir," Tony replied, saluting playfully.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him again. "I love you. Let's get going."

[imafuturist]

"Gladly."

Tony fiddled with the bag for a moment before he followed Steve back to the bike. Because leave it to him to get that fixed with no outside help.

[heroic_jawline]

Of course he would!

Steve was waiting by the bike with a small smile on his face. "Did you get lost for a second?"

[imafuturist]

"...no." Maybe a little.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve grinned. "I think that means you need to spend more time in Brooklyn."

[imafuturist]

"You're cruel to a Manhattan boy like me," Tony said, joining him on the bike.

[heroic_jawline]

"Don't say that too loudly," Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

Tony sighed and wrapped his arms around Steve. "I want to curl up in a bed with you now."

[heroic_jawline]

"And warm up," Steve agreed.

While wearing less clothing, strangely enough!

[imafuturist]

"Of course, what else could I mean?" Tony said innocently.

[heroic_jawline]

"I am from a different era, I can hardly imagine," Steve said airily.

[imafuturist]

"Where no one ever did anything impure."

Oh yeah. No Tijauna Bibles out there.

[heroic_jawline]

"Babies arrived via stork," Steve agreed with a little smirk, sliding onto the motorcycle and staring at Tony in a way guaranteed to provide only PG thoughts. Really.

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned back at him, enjoying the picture Steve made before sliding on behind him to hold on a little too tight.

[heroic_jawline]

"Which way am I going?" Steve asked, whipping out of the alleyway and not running over a feral cat. (The cat knew New York drivers and had amazing reflexes.)

[imafuturist]

"Left up ahead," Tony said, taking them on the longest route he could without leaving the borough.

[heroic_jawline]

"On it," Steve said with a grin, going far too fast for a city street.

Just like everyone else.

[imafuturist]

Only two people honked and/or flipped them off! Oh, it was nice to be home. It really was.

Tony held on tightly, pressing close as he offered the worst directions possible to keep this going just a little longer than necessary.

[heroic_jawline]

"We've missed the turnoff three times," Steve finally noted with a low chuckle. "I thought you wanted to be inside."

[imafuturist]

"You like driving and I like you driving." Because on a motorcycle, Steve drove like a crazy person.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "You are awfully close on the bike," he said.