steve/tony, things you said with no space between us
It’s 616 flavored steve/tony and it took me like, six months because I’m a dick but I’m a dick who loves you a lot <3.
The lights are off and there's a familiar, comforting lump on the bed. It's just you and him in the tower nowadays, but it feels fuller and homier than ever before. You get close enough to see his face, to touch his cheek and feel his breathing. He's fast asleep and you feel a little like a creeper for watching him like this, but soon enough you let him go so you can change your clothes and get into the bed.
You slip under de blankets, feel the softness of your pillow. All of you is tired, muscles tight and aching from working for too long in the workshop. The pain grounds you.
Pain says, 'this is real, this happening.'
It says, 'twelve hours ago you kissed Steve for the first time in your pitiful life, after years of pining and hiding and swallowing your feelings.'
You close your eyes, smile, and grab Steve's hand from under his pillow. Touching him is grounding, too.
It says, 'twelve hours ago you kissed Steve and Steve kissed you back.'
So you press a kiss to Steve's hand, and then get close enough to kiss his forehead. Then his mouth.
You feel him smile against your lips.
"Hi," Steve yawns and you're suddenly filled with so much tenderness you don't know what are you supposed to do with it. "You're sneaky," he says.
You hide your face on his shoulder. Feel his warmth. Memorize the hard lines of his body.
You kiss his neck and sigh. You want to say, "I'm glad we're here" and "I'm so happy we can have this."
(You want to plead, "Please never leave again.")
"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," you say, feeling like you're floating. Steve's so warm, and you don't want to be cold ever, ever again.
So you enjoy it while it lasts.
