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It was the kiss that did it. The stack of incomplete paperwork slid out of Steve’s grasp, scattering across the floor. All Steve could think about was kissing back. SHIELD could wait another day for their damn reports. Honestly, it had been a miracle he had focused this long with a lap full of Tony.
“I think you dropped something,” Tony whispered, sliding a hand down Steve’s back.
“I’ll pick them up later.” Steve kissed Tony’s chin, relishing the burn of his beard. “You win.”
Tony popped a button on Steve’s shirt, then another. “That’s what I like to hear.”
