All I Want for Christmas - ferreum
“So you did get me a present,” Tony grinned, teasingly. “I was starting to think you hadn’t gotten me anything.” He joked, shifting in his seat to sit sideways so he could face Steve, one ankle resting on his opposite knee. Reaching up to pick Roger up and depositing the munchkin on his lap, Tony absentmindedly stroked the kitty while they spoke.
Christmas eve had been long and tiring, but Tony couldn’t be happier. It had all gone wonderfully, and Steve had a good time. He couldn’t ask for a better Christmas.
“I gotta get you yours too, it’s upstairs. You go get mine, I go get yours?” He offered, lips curled into an easy, contented grin.
As much as he wanted to, Steve managed to refrain from clarifying that he did not, in fact, get Tony anything.
“Aw come on, you think I’m not gonna give my boyfriend a present on Christmas?” Steve asked in reply, a grin of his own lighting up his face. “You must think I’m some kinda Scrooge or something.” he added, chuckling. At Tony’s suggestion, the soldier nodded, gently guiding his dog’s head off of his lap to avoid disturbing her more than necessary.
“I’ll meet you back here, okay?"
