featheredschist replied to your post “Anyone want to send me prompts for a little ficlet? I finally have...”
Hm...Tony/Bruce, date night?
Tony boosted himself up to sit on the edge of Bruce’s desk, crowding into his workspace and grinning widely when Bruce’s lips pursed, so obviously suppressing a smile.
“You’re really not gonna crack, are you?” Tony mused. “Planning for weeks, top secret date, blah blah blah. Just one little hint?” Bruce just shook his head.
“No hints. I told you it’s a surprise,” Bruce said, chewing his lip now to keep from smiling. He elbowed Tony’s knee. “Shoo. I have work to do.”
Tony pressed a hand to his heart.
“Did- did you just shoo me?” he asked incredulously, sliding off the desk. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
At that, Bruce looked up with a little smirk.
“What, are you going to ask to speak to my manager? You don’t have the right haircut for that,” he teased, and Tony barked a laugh.
“Fine. Fine! You win. I’ll go get cleaned up like a good boy, and you can pretend to finish your work,” he said, and when Bruce tipped his cheek up, Tony caved and pressed a sweet little kiss to Bruce’s jaw, then purposely smudged up his glasses with a little nuzzle.
“Tony!” Bruce sighed, cleaning his glasses with a long-suffering, but affectionate smile. Tony just grinned and sailed out the door.
“See you in a few, Greenbean,” he said, disappearing into the hall.
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“I think that was the best date night I’ve ever had,” Tony murmured a week later against Bruce’s lips, curled against him under the heavy, warm quilt in their private ski lodge upstate.
“Yeah?” Bruce said softly, his voice pleased, and Tony smirked and shifted closer, his arm around Bruce’s waist.
“Yeah, and you know it, too,” he said. “You preen like a parrot.”
“I do not!”
Tony pulled back just enough to give Bruce a look, which dissolved into laughs and kisses within seconds.
When Tony quieted into Bruce’s arms, he was still unable to stop smiling. It wasn’t just that Bruce had surprised him with such an extravagant trip with every luxury that they could ask for. It wasn’t that Tony hadn’t been skiing in years and genuinely had fun tearing up the slopes with Bruce every day and tumbling into bed with him every night. It wasn’t even that Bruce paid for all of this with his own money.
It was that no one had ever doted like this on Tony, as though he was the treasure to be won over, as though no expense was too much to bring a smile to his face, as though he was worth such a luxuriant treat, just because.
Just because Bruce loved him and wanted him to be happy.
It seemed that Tony always footed the bill, planned the outings, showered others in luxury, and having the tables turned on him for once was wonderful and resplendent and made him feel giddy in such a ridiculous way. But when he saw the soft smile on Bruce’s lips and the gentle love in his eyes every time Bruce looked at him, well.
That was what made this week the best date night ever.
“I love you,” Tony whispered against Bruce’s collarbone, and kissed his warm skin lightly. “Thank you.” Bruce’s arms tightened around him.
“I love you too, Tony. I love you so much.” A log crackled on the fire and Bruce tipped Tony’s chin up, kissing him again, one of thousands they’d shared this week. And just like all the others, Tony’s stomach swooped in delight, as he melted against Bruce once again.
