There's a moment where Tony's breathless, not necessarily just from the kiss, but from the way that Steve wraps his arms around him. His body feels like it's melting against Steve's. Being here, like this, feels so good. So...safe. It's a sense of comfort that he's not entirely familiar with, and it's not one that he could have expected feeling with Steve, but it's there nonetheless and he finds himself pulling Steve even closer still.
Unlike Steve, when they part, Tony's not thinking of the pasta. He's not even thinking of what happened in the Commissary, or what has been happening the last few days. He's just so wrapped up in the moment that he doesn't even think about anything other than Steve, and for a moment he's even ready to just kiss him again. But...then Steve is talking, and he mentions the food, and Tony breathes out a quiet chuckle under his breath. "Right, yeah."
If it wasn't for the fact that he knows how hard Steve must have worked to make the pasta, and the time he has been planning this for, Tony would be insisting on forgetting about eating. He would be jumping on him right about now, but he has to remind himself not to as he tries to find another comfortable spot on the counter. It's hard to, though, now that Steve isn't right there in front of him - because it feels like that warmth that had been settling into his chest is disappearing now that he's not there.
He doesn't complain, though, because he is thankful for the fact that Steve is making dinner for them. That he's being so considerate. Watching him work is fascinating in its own right, and he finds himself smiling a little to himself. God, what would it have been like to do this back home? To be together, to just...enjoy each other's company like this?
As Steve finishes the dishes, he pulls himself out of his own thoughts and climbs down the counter, moving so he can move towards him and kisses the back of his shoulder. "Smells great. I still can't believe you found all this food, by the way."
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Unlike Steve, when they part, Tony's not thinking of the pasta. He's not even thinking of what happened in the Commissary, or what has been happening the last few days. He's just so wrapped up in the moment that he doesn't even think about anything other than Steve, and for a moment he's even ready to just kiss him again. But...then Steve is talking, and he mentions the food, and Tony breathes out a quiet chuckle under his breath. "Right, yeah."
If it wasn't for the fact that he knows how hard Steve must have worked to make the pasta, and the time he has been planning this for, Tony would be insisting on forgetting about eating. He would be jumping on him right about now, but he has to remind himself not to as he tries to find another comfortable spot on the counter. It's hard to, though, now that Steve isn't right there in front of him - because it feels like that warmth that had been settling into his chest is disappearing now that he's not there.
He doesn't complain, though, because he is thankful for the fact that Steve is making dinner for them. That he's being so considerate. Watching him work is fascinating in its own right, and he finds himself smiling a little to himself. God, what would it have been like to do this back home? To be together, to just...enjoy each other's company like this?
As Steve finishes the dishes, he pulls himself out of his own thoughts and climbs down the counter, moving so he can move towards him and kisses the back of his shoulder. "Smells great. I still can't believe you found all this food, by the way."