priyasfinalfantasy replied to your post: my babes, i would really like to relive the glory...
stony, “I’m all yours for the day” ?
“I'm all yours for the day.”
Tony looks surprised at first. “All mine?”
There's no special occasion, and Steve can see Tony run through the possibilities in his mind before coming to that very conclusion. “Yep,” Steve replies, and tilts his head down so he can press a kiss to Tony's bare shoulder. “All yours. Anywhere, anything.”
Tony blinks at him, still trying to process. It makes Steve's heart feel too big for his chest. “I have to go to work today.”
Steve shrugs, as much as he can when he's propped up on his elbows, anyway. “That's all right. I can come sit in your office if you like.” His smile turns a little wicked. “Or I can stay here and wait to welcome you home.” He skims his toes up Tony's calf and Tony's eyes darken; Steve feels him shiver.
“That's...pretty enticing,” Tony says, “but I think I like the idea of having you nearby.”
Tony skims his knuckles up Steve's jaw and he closes his eyes, tilts his face into the touch. “Okay. What should I wear?”
“Clothes, too?” Tony says, then immediately follows up with: “Red lace. Charcoal slacks and vest, silver tie, white shirt.” Tony's gaze is intense, and it makes Steve feel warm all over. “You've gotta look professional.”
“Of course.”
“Wear the saddle tan wingtips.”
Steve nods.
Tony can't seem to stop looking at him, and runs his fingers featherlight down Steve's temples, tracing his cheekbones and jaw. “You've got me. What's the occasion?”
Steve smiles and kisses Tony's fingertips when they come in range. “No occasion. Felt like doing something special for you.”
Tony flushes a little. “Sam's idea?”
“No,” Steve protests. After a beat, he admits, “Nat helped me decide what to do.”
Tony grins, his whole face crinkling up and he looks so happy Steve can't even be too embarrassed that his romantic overtures require a team effort. Tony leans in and kisses him sweetly. “Thank you,” he murmurs.
“I could still foul it up,” Steve murmurs back. “Don't thank me yet.”
Tony laughs. He pushes upright and swings his legs out of the bed. “Come on, if we get in there soon, I think I can duck out early.”
Steve rolls out of bed and goes to gather the articles of clothes he'd been asked to wear. He meets Tony at the closet and Tony puts a hand on his arm, looking up at him dubiously.
“Really, anything?”
Steve kisses him firmly and skims his hands from Tony's shoulders down to his elbows where he grips them and gives a very small shake. “Anything.”
Tony's gorgeous, glowing smile makes a comeback and he leans up to peck another kiss on Steve's lips. “Then I can't wait to take you skating this afternoon.”
Steve groans, a little dramatically, and is rewarded with the sound of Tony's laughter.
Peeking back out of the bathroom, Tony singsongs, “You said anything.”
“Anything,” Steve replies, and means every letter.
