12 or 17 for the kisses list + stevetony if I'm not too late? 💜
Ah, it’s not too late friend! I did 12, but have some cold Tony trying to use his husband as a heater <3
17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.
“Steve,” Tony whines, “I’m so cold. How are you not cold?”
They were walking back from a late lunch, and the fall evening was crisp around them. The sun had been bright and warm enough that Tony saw no need for a jacket when they left the house earlier. Steve, on the other hand, rarely got cold unless it was nearly below zero outside. Now, though, Tony was regretting all his choices.
Steve stares at him. “I told you to bring a jacket! A strong breeze gives you the chills! You’re one of the coldest people I know.” Steve says this fondly, but a worried look immediately replaces his chiding smile. “Cold like temperature-wise, I mean, otherwise you’re, you know…” Steve trails off with a smile. “You,” he finishes.
Tony gives him a put-out look. “Unfortunately we can’t all be as hot as you,” he says. “In every sense,” he adds.
“Here we go,” Steve says with a long-suffering sigh. “I love you,” Steve reminds him. “And I’m happy to remind you of that as often as you need. I’ll add an I told you so for the jacket this time, though. Think you can make it two more blocks before the hypothermia kicks in?”
Tony huffs a dramatic sigh as they walk the rest of the way home, shivering a little on the elevator ride upstairs.
“Steeeve,” Tony tries again. “I’m frozen. I mean it,” he says.
“Come here you big baby,” Steve says affectionately. He pulls Tony in by the waist so that they’re pressed tightly together, and kisses him long and sweet, enough that warmth thrills all the way through both of them.
Tony rests his head on Steve’s chest when they break apart, smiling softly up him as he slips his hands up and underneath Steve’s shirt. He jerks back at the touch of Tony’s frozen fingers with a gasp.
“I told you I was frozen!” Tony says, indignantly. “You’re warm, though.” He runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, and they both shiver, Tony at the abrupt introduction of warmth on his fingers and Steve at the soft, ticklish touch.
“Using me for my body, Tony Rogers-Stark, how dare you?” Steve murmurs into his neck.
The elevator dings open then, and Tony takes Steve’s hand in his, unwilling to let him go so soon. He pauses as the door slides shut behind them, drawing his husband in for another kiss.
“Well, I’m no expert, but I think the whole ‘in sickness and in health’ thing includes hypothermia, no matter whose fault it is,” Tony shrugs. “Come on, I think I can make it up to you…”
Steve shakes his head, smiling, and lets Tony pull him through the door and into their room, the chill of the day soon forgotten.
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