“Tony, are… are you wearing my hoodie?”
Tony nods and smiles a guilty smile, like he’s been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind. I...wanted to have something to sleep in that reminded me of you.” He lifts the collar of the hoodie up to his face, inhaling deeply. “It even smells like you...that’s not too weird to say, right?”
“Not weird at all. I’m both surprised and flattered that you like the smell of sweat and protein shakes.” Steve laughs, and Tony manages a lazy one of his own.
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Tony’s eyes are immediately drawn to the slippers, and he smirks. “This is your idea of appropriate shoes?”
“It’s better than no shoes, thank you very much.” Steve kneels down beside Tony’s stool. “Besides, you should be comfortable while you work.”
He slides the slipper on Tony’s right foot first, delicately and with great care, like it’s the glass slipper and Tony is Cinderella. It’s an appropriate comparison, Steve thinks, seeing as every day with Tony is like the happily ever after ending to the perfect fairytale.
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Steve leans down and gives Tony a sweet kiss, one with a new sense of purpose. He’s not kissing Tony Stark, his lovely boyfriend. He’s kissing Tony Stark, his amazing fiancé.
He can hardly wait to find out what it’s going to be like to kiss Tony Stark-Rogers, his perfect husband.
(Steve never once loses his ring. He has no reason to because he and Tony get to live a long and perfect life together.)