What Lovers Do (Stark x Reader)
I was inspired by the song ‘Toothpaste Kisses’ By The Maccabees, SO HERE WE GO
Warnings: My first attempt at writing Tony/little memories fic, go easy.. Fluff / MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Nothing is explicitly written though. Not on my Christian blog fellas.<3
You watched your husband with a fond smile, eyes alight with the burn of fresh romance. He slept peacefully next to you, a feat not often accomplished by the infamous billionaire. In his sleep he reached for you, hands landing gently on your waist. Reflex pulled you closer to him, your head moving to rest beneath his. He hummed quietly as he awoke, head tilting to press gentle kisses to your temples. A smile grew upon your (s/c) face, that glow in your eyes brightening as they met his own hazel hues.
Tony whispered, face inches from your own. Your reply was in the form of a gentle press of your lips to his own, his only reaction to roll you over and finish what you both had started last night.
Pulling shapes just for your eyes
So with toothpaste kisses and lines
I'll be yours and you'll be
You had been used to Tony’s panic attacks, the multitude of them in the beginning of your relationship training you for instances such as these. As far and between as they were now, you were still on alert for the signs. And as you watched your husband’s resolve crumble, and his hands begin to turn white from their unforgiving grip on his pen you stood.
“ Excuse us, Mr. Ross. We will only be a moment.”
You smiled at the man across the board table before you, praying he wouldn't ask questions. As one of the officials next to him began to speak, he raised his hand.
He spoke, nodding towards the door. With gentle hands you coaxed Tony from his seat, leading him into the hallway. A quick look around assured you no one was there to hear the two of you.
“What have I done (y/n)?”
Your head snapped in Tony’s direction, immediately noting the tears that blurred his crystal gaze, you rushed to him.
“ Nothing baby… Nothing.”
“He’s my friend... I… Oh god, what did I do?”
You knew he was talking about Steve, and the fact that he was missing as well as Bucky. Two people, you held close. Despite the burn settled deep in your chest, you shook your head, smiling weakly at the man in front of you.
Lay with me, I'll lay with you
We'll do the things that lovers do
You held the toddler close, laughing alongside your friends. It had been two years since Steve and Bucky had returned, bringing with them the will to retire. In this time you had a son, a little boy Tony had fondly named Anthony (after himself of course). The boy now laughed as his aunt Wanda played hide and seek with him over your shoulder.
Tony watched the three of you from his place across the deck, a beer not yet touched held between two fingers. Steve was speaking to him, something about the barbeque, but all he could see was you and your child.
Put the stars in our eyes
And with heart shaped bruises
“We did pretty good didnt we?”
Tony muttered, eyes trained on the stage before him as your son accepted his diploma. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple.
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