imafuturist | Stark Mini-Tower of Healthy Emotional Choices, Wednesday Afternoon

Steve curled his hand around Tony's cheek. "I love you," he murmured. "Still. Always."

Even with the suits.

"I love you too," Tony murmured back, keeping very close.

"I know you do," Steve said. "That's why you feel so badly."

Tony kissed him again because talking was for people who could express themselves in a mature, healthy fashion. Neither of which Tony was.

"I've got you," Steve murmured, kissing back and pulling Tony into his lap.

Was this using sex to gloss over things or just a reaffirmation of each other?

Time would tell.

Tony went along without hesitation, kissing him again and again like it could fix things.

Probably a 60/40 split?

Steve was just as eager to confirm Tony being all right with his own fingers. Old flashbacks had combined with new memories to give him some truly disturbing nightmares about Tony dying and it being his fault, and he need to check for himself.

Just the most fun nightmares ever!

"Can we?" Oh, that poor movie was never getting finished.

They'd watched the first part last time, maybe they'll catch the second half this time! It was almost like watching an entire movie!

"Of course we can," Steve murmured, pulling Tony's shirt off.

Oh, for sure!

Tony cupped Steve's face in his hands for another needy kiss. Like he never wanted to pull away from him.

"Shhhh," Steve soothed, resting his hands on Tony's hips and squeezing a little harder than he normally would. "I'm not going anywhere."

Tony sighed and relaxed a little at that pressure. Only a little since he was still wound up like a clock here.

"Our lives aren't safe, I know that. But I never wanted to be a source of that for you."

Steve nudged his nose against Tony's, running his fingers soothingly along Tony's skin to ground him. "I know. It was a mistake."

Tony kissed him again for that. "I don't want to lose you," he admitted quietly. Since it was safely in a place for just them.

Steve curled his arms around Tony protectively. "You haven't."

There were still things to talk through, but this reconnection felt more important.

Tony let out a little sigh and nodded at that. They had time to figure this out at least. And not just a countdown to an ending. "Are your ribs--"

"Well, don't kick me, but they're good enough for this," Steve promised.

Tony shot him a look that was both guilty and exasperated. "Okay. Okay."

Now he needed to be as gentle as possible.

Steve was looking forward to it. "That didn't mean stop," he teased softly.

Tony kissed him again, softer and sweeter than before, holding himself back a little bit. At least for a little while before the kiss deepened.

Steve hummed happily against Tony's mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too," Tony replied, running his fingers through Steve's hair.

Steve smiled softly. "Show me," he murmured.

Tony put his hands on Steve's shoulders, encouraging him to lay back without pushing. Not today. Maybe not for a little bit after then too.

Steve fell back against the back of the sofa, but still stayed relatively upright. Shifting too quickly was still not the best plan for him.

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