A prompt idea for you... Thereās this post I've seen floating around tumblr of two rabbits and it's titled "how to surreptitiously stretch within reach of kisses". I have this image in my head of Steve sitting on the couch reading and Tony coming in the room and sitting on the opposite end of the couch. He thinks, "If I gradually inch closer to Steve he will give me kisses." Steve is oblivious (not really, he knows what Tony's up to), but kisses are given.
Thank you for the adorable prompt! The rabbit video made my heart melt. I hope you like it! š¤
peripheral
steve/tony, fluff, established relationship, 950 words
(inspired by this post)
Snugly nestled in the corner of a long leather sofa, Steve is enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon. One of his elbows is planted on the sofaās padded arm and his hand holds his novel of the week open in front of him.Ā
As he flips to another page, he feels the sofa dip down with extra weight. He sees movement in his peripheral vision, but doesnāt bother turning his head to take a look. Someone has plopped down on the other end of the couch.Ā
He continues reading quietly. Although he feels a pair of eyes staring at him intently, he resists the urge to acknowledge the company.
After a while, he finally reaches the end of two pages and proceeds to flip to a new page.Ā
From beside him, Steve hears the person let out a heavy sigh. He tamps down on the urge to smile, maintaining a poker face and making sure his eyes never leave the book.
The person then proceeds to kneel on the couch, now fully facing Steve. In his attempt to bite back laughter, Steve reads the exact same sentence five times. He can practically feel the disapproval radiating from the far end of the couch, but otherwise his intruder continues to stay quiet.
Just to give his hands something to do, Steve flips to yet another page even though he hasnāt been able to follow the story. He struggles to regain his focus, too busy tracking his companionās every move.Ā
In a bizarre twist of events, the person leans down to touch his forehead to the couch, still in a kneeling position. The arms are slowly stretched forward until he achieves the childās pose in yoga, fingertips a foot away from Steveās thigh.Ā
From the corner of his eye, Steve notices the way the person looks up, presumably trying to gauge Steveās reaction while still maintaining the ridiculous position.Ā
Steve gives him none.
With another disappointed sigh, the man decides to crawl towards Steve. The leather sofa squeaks as he approaches, inching closer and closer.Ā
He finally stops with his nose a few inches away from Steveās face, breath tickling his cheek. With the close proximity, the intensity of his gaze feels like a brand on Steveās skin.Ā
Steve clenches his jaw so tight he feels a little lightheaded, but he is not going to back down when triumph is now so close within reach.
After what seems like forever, the man finally plops his head down miserably on Steveās lap, mashing his own face into Steveās thighs with a grunt.
Steve has a few seconds to enjoy his victoryāthe ends of his lips lifting up into a smug smileābefore his intruder lets out a muffled whine.
āSteveeeeen.ā
Breaking into a chuckle, Steve sets his book down on the end table beside the sofa and buries his fingers in Tonyās hair, scratching his scalp lightly.Ā
āHello, sweetheart,ā he croons sweetly, bending down to nuzzle the back of Tonyās neck in greeting.Ā
āYou ignored me.ā The words are mumbled into Steveās sweatpants, bitter and accusatory, Tonyās breath warm through the fabric.
āHow dare you ignore me. Your beloved husband. Who is much more interesting than your stupid book,ā Tony continues to grumble into Steveās thighs, punctuating each phrase with a jab of his finger into Steveās calf.Ā
Steve chuckles again. His hand combs through Tonyās hair slowly, trapping soft curls in the spaces between his fingers and drawing them out. āI wanted to see how long youād hold out. Not very long, it turns out.ā
āEvil.ā
āIām sorry.ā
āI wanted kisses,ā Tony complains, not unlike a child who has been denied access to the cookie jar.
Steve has trouble holding back a fond smile.Ā
āIām sorry, my darling.ā He takes Tonyās earlobe between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it gently. āTurn around so I can give you kisses?ā
Tony huffs. āNo.ā
āNo?ā Steve mock gasps. āBut I want kisses.ā
āTough luck. You had your chance.ā
Steve grins, stroking Tonyās back appeasingly. Up and down, up and down.
āSweetheart, please forgive me? Iām sorry. Iām truly the worst.ā
āYes, you are.ā
āI am so, so sorry, my love.ā Steve laughs softly. He covers Tonyās nape with his hand, thumb caressing the side of his neck. āTurn around? Please?ā
Silence. Then Tony finally turns around to face Steve, mouth set in a deep frown.
āThere he is. My handsome husband.ā
Tony glares up at him, unimpressed. Steve smiles down at him, pressing his thumb down on the lines between his downturned brows.
āSo handsome, even when heās angry.ā He leans down and manages to give Tony a few open-mouthed kisses, even with the odd angle. One kiss, two kisses, three kisses. A fourth one, for good measure.
āAm I forgiven?ā he asks, lips brushing against Tonyās. He doesnāt give Tony the chance to answer, immediately going in for a fifth kiss.
This time, he lingers, taking his time to savor the feeling of Tonyās upper lip caught between his.
Kissing Tony is truly one of his favorite things in the world.
When Steve pulls back, he finds his husband staring up at him in a daze.
Tonyās pretty brown eyes are slightly out of focus. He pants lightly as he tries to catch his breath, slick lips parted.
Steve gives him a few moments to gather his bearings. He is considerate like that.
He catches the moment Tony realizes Steve is still waiting for an answer, staring down at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Tony clears his throat. His eyes dart around to stare at anything but Steve, color high on his cheeks.
āGive me some cuddles and Iāll think about it.ā
