#petiteaile

Although his intention hadn’t been to scare Steve, the result was equally as adorable. His lips twitched in amusement, loosening his grip so the other could easily turn to face him. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” He rumbled, tired eyes drooping at the gentle touch to his cheek. A soft turn of Tony’s head placed his lips into Steve’s palm, kissing it softly. How sweet was he, making lunch? It certainly lifted Tony’s mood -- considering he couldn’t hardly touch a stove without setting his own house on fire. “I doubt I’ll ever finish tinkering.” He teased, leaning down for a second, longer kiss to Steve’s head. 

Tony paced the bakery, his dark clothing making him stand out among the bright and cheerful display, a scowl on his face as he looked at all the selections. He felt uneasy being away from Steve for long periods of time but this was important and he had one of his familiars follow the human. It was the other's birthday and he wanted to gift the man something.

He already had his own gift prepared but he also wanted to prepare a small cake of sorts but nothing stood out to him and he groaned until he saw a small cake pop out from the corner of his eyes and it screamed 'Steve' at him, with a grin he ordered for the cake, the poor shopowner jumping in fright...oops?

It wasn't long until he walked back to their shared apartment and he set the cake down on the mismatch table. He snapped his fingers and a white leather box appeared in his hands, on the top was his Crest (back when he was still an angel) embedded in gold and he slowly lifted the lid to reveal a beautiful flower nestled in the middle, the petals almost glowing with life. The demon looked at the flower with longing before clearing his throat and spreading his feathered wing out,.

He cared deeply for the human, charge or not, Steve had proven he was more than just a mere human and Tony wanted to gift the other a part of him, the gesture met many things, depending on the circumstances, he reached with his left hand over to his wing and plucked a white feather, one of the few remaining ones and gently placed it next to the flower.

And he most certainly had not brought an umbrella, nor did he exactly want to summon up a portal in the men’s room to get to his next appointment. Granted, it wasn’t for several hours, so he had some time to spare, and he figured he might as well spend that time enjoying his coffee rather than drenching himself trying to get through his schedule any more quickly when he knew that was a lost cause to begin with.

Sighing with only a small amount of real resignation, he glanced around at the other cafe patrons who looked just as dismayed as he was, though some of them, especially those in sharply pressed suits, were even more so. One young man, however, who wasn’t in a pressed suit but did seem quite chagrined at the weather, had an old fashioned camera on his neck and was looking longingly out at the now rain-drenched streets.

“I imagine this puts quite a hamper on your hopes of getting any photographing done today,” he said kindly and conversationally as he turned back to see if he could find a temporary seat. “I know the feeling... at some point today I’m going to have to get back to Greenwich, and I hadn’t banked on need a cab today, either.”

“I don’t buy that for a second.” He could try all he wanted, but Tony knew better than anyone that Steve was well past ready for bed. Since he hadn’t made a single movement to head towards the bedroom, it was up to Tony to do the honors. Besides, there was little more in this world he loved than to caress Steve in his arms.