The whole point of a one night stand was to have no grasp of the other person; no strings, no attachment, no possibility of being hurt if things don't pan out the way you hoped. Tony has a soft heart, despite what so many though, which is why he often favoured one night stands over getting into relationships. You can only be burned so many times before you start to fear the fire. And yet-- here he was with Steve, willing to get burned all over again.
It would be worth it, at least he thought so.
Tony laughs at Steve, gaze catching on the swirl of water, the way Steve seemed almost awkward in his own skin for a moment, and he has a ripost on his tongue, when-- breathtaking. It makes Tony falter a little bit, not because of the word Steve uses, but the honesty in his words as he says it. Tony stares at Steve a moment, eyes wide, before his face melts into a soft smile that is rarely seen.
"Careful, Steve. You might make me think you like me." Easy confidence in the words, but it's clear with the look he gives Steve that he appreciates the honesty. "And I think that sounds a bit like a challenge there. How long does your stamina last, I wonder."
It is meant to be a musing thought, something that Tony can throw on the table and dance around with a teasing smile and perhaps a few flirtatious looks, but then he finds himself thinking about it and-- oh. Well then. Perhaps that is not going to work out quite the way he wanted. Not when he thinks about Steve and his stamina and the body that Tony knows lies beneath the suit he is wearing. About how long he has thought about being able to get to take Steve apart, about--
"Mmm, sorry, should I ask for a mission report over dinner? I thought that might in bad form." Another smile, Tony's fingers idly tracing the line of the glass. "There is a comment about being laidback and other positions while giving missions reports, but we do have dinner to get through."
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It would be worth it, at least he thought so.
Tony laughs at Steve, gaze catching on the swirl of water, the way Steve seemed almost awkward in his own skin for a moment, and he has a ripost on his tongue, when-- breathtaking. It makes Tony falter a little bit, not because of the word Steve uses, but the honesty in his words as he says it. Tony stares at Steve a moment, eyes wide, before his face melts into a soft smile that is rarely seen.
"Careful, Steve. You might make me think you like me." Easy confidence in the words, but it's clear with the look he gives Steve that he appreciates the honesty. "And I think that sounds a bit like a challenge there. How long does your stamina last, I wonder."
It is meant to be a musing thought, something that Tony can throw on the table and dance around with a teasing smile and perhaps a few flirtatious looks, but then he finds himself thinking about it and-- oh. Well then. Perhaps that is not going to work out quite the way he wanted. Not when he thinks about Steve and his stamina and the body that Tony knows lies beneath the suit he is wearing. About how long he has thought about being able to get to take Steve apart, about--
"Mmm, sorry, should I ask for a mission report over dinner? I thought that might in bad form." Another smile, Tony's fingers idly tracing the line of the glass. "There is a comment about being laidback and other positions while giving missions reports, but we do have dinner to get through."