7 Stony, with sleepy morning cuddles.
“I dreamt about you last night.” (@onemadeofglass requested this as well!)
Tony couldn’t really remember the last time he got a full nights sleep. Between work and Iron Man and nightmares, he tended to get by on coffee and a lot of naps. But after his and Steve’s long day of adventures during their honeymoon, which ended in some marathon sex, Tony had woken up nine hours later, still wrapped up in Steve’s arms, to someone playing with his hair. He turned around in bed to see his beautiful husband smiling at him, hair still messy from sleep and sex.
“Good morning beloved,” Tony whispered just loud enough for Steve to hear, as he leaned in for a kiss. “How did you sleep?”
“I dreamt about you last night,” Steve responded matching Tony’s volume, though it sounded mostly like he was still asleep.
“Well, I sure hope so. We’re married now, I should be the only thing you’re dreaming of.” His response garnered a chuckle from Steve as he pulled him in closer for cuddles.
“But really, what was the dream about?” Tony asked as he wrapped his arms around Steve and started to lightly scratch his bareback.
“Just you being your wonderful, amazing self. You worked in the lab and tried to make a new plant, which seems weird saying it now, but also not really because you totally could if you wanted to. You called me every nickname under the sun, and when I asked you why you were making a new plant, you explained how Peter can now turn into a spider, and he needed a home to live in when he was a spide-”
“You definitely did,” Steve chuckled, “and as you were explaining that I noticed a spider the size of my hand was just hanging out on your head. It was Peter, obviously, and he started speaking in Urdu.”
“The kid definitely does not know Urdu. Spanish or Italian I think, but definitely not Urdu.”
“Yeah, I know. I woke up when you threatened to step on him he peed on your head. It was a pretty wild dream.”
Tony laughed at the end of the story, “Yeah that all sounds like me. I’m worried though if that’s what I’m doing in your dreams. Am I going to continue to do weirder and weirder things in your dreams now that we’re married?”
“Mmm… maybe,” Steve said as he started giving Tony little kisses all around his face. “It’s okay though. As long as you’re in it, it’s a good dream.”
