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"Put on the suit," Steve says, pressing soft smiling lips to Tony's temple.
Tony reaches out to touch the crisp, handsome three-piece thing, a rose pinned to the lapel with a little note card that reads "Happy Anniversary - Love, Steve Rogers."
It almost pours out of him, thoughts of thank you this is beautiful I can't wait to wear it to dinner with you tonight I hope I look half as handsome as you, but for now, Tony only smiles back at him, leans into a kiss and says, "Great taste."
"Got it from you."
"All about style, huh?" Tony teases him, taking the rose and twirling it between his fingers.
Steve laughs and takes the rose from him, tucking it behind his ear playfully. "Got that from you, too."
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"We'll lose," Tony warns. "You really wanna play two trained assassins at poker?"
"I know all of Bucky's tells," Steve says, trying to convince him. "I'll put down my wallet as collateral."
Tony can never quite turn Steve down, and even though Natasha wipes the poker table with the two of them the next night, when he looks over at Steve, all flushed cheeks and loud jokes, he thinks nothing else really matters, anyway.
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"Give me a break!" Tony says loudly, laid out on the floor of the gym, sweaty and out of breath from his first training session in a while. "I don't have your super-soldier hack. Just give me a minute."
Steve looks down at him, hands on his hips and a little smile on his mouth. "What if we went upstairs and did a different kind of exercise?"
It makes Steve laugh, how fast Tony gets to his feet and starts pulling him along. "That I can do."
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"Did you know?" Tony asks Steve, glitter and confetti everywhere as his friends cheer surprise! and happy birthday, Tony! Steve grins at him, happy and easy because the answer is yes. He takes his hand and leads him to the middle of the room, where cake and champagne and gifts are waiting.
Tony smudges vanilla bean icing on Steve's nose when he cuts the cake and Steve leans in, getting it all over Tony's cheek. Someone takes a photo and in it, they're pressed into each other's sides, laughing.
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"I lost to the kid," Tony says, dropping onto the couch and immediately planting sideways into Steve's lap. "I mean, how? How'd I lose at basketball? Tell me."
Steve smiles down at him and strokes his thumb over Tony's hip through his shorts. "You keep forgetting Peter's twenty-two and enhanced. You want me to take him on the court tomorrow?"
"No, no," Tony says with a reluctant sigh. "Can't have my husband fighting my battles for me."
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"I got nothin' for you," Tony slurs, sex-drunk and sleepy as Steve's hands start setting off sparks under his skin again. "Nothin' left. Let's sleep, Steve, honey, come on."
Steve relents and kisses Tony's face. "Again in the morning?" Steve asks, pushing Tony's hair back from his forehead.
Tony groans and pulls Steve in closer, his voice muffled in Steve's shoulder when he says, "I married an insatiable minx."
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"You weren't there," Tony answers when Steve greets him at the door and asks about his business trip, dropping his bags and wrapping arms around Steve's waist. "Missed you like hell, baby."