Wow, FF, really? There are more violent stories that parade under the K+ rating, and you choose to delete this one because of what? A little obscure sexy times that one can see in any old movie? Perfectly consensual sexy times?
For the record, taking a story off WITH NO WARNING AT ALLis really not cool. Even professional organizations do a better job than that most of the time.
I don't love this site, but I do love my readers, so here's me reposting this story. For the record, AO3 is my preferred site nowadays, and it's relatively easy to get an invite now (so I'm told) and you can lurk on there even without an account and write anonymous reviews and leave kudos and the font options are just lovely so I really like AO3 and ff can go bury itself in a hole.
This one's for kurowrites, who asked for a forehead kiss.
So there's a kissing meme going around. Feel free to drop by and prompt me in my askbox! :)
inukagome15 dot tumblr dot com slash post/88184071661/kissing-fic-meme
The Art of Kissing: Short stories about kisses shared between Steve and Tony.
Forehead Kiss
Tony wasn't quite sure what had woken him up, but something had dragged him out of the peaceful oblivion that was sleep. He grumbled discontentedly, wiggling down into the warm blankets surrounding him.
There was a small laugh right above him. "Tony."
Tony refused to answer, keeping his eyes closed.
"I know you're not asleep, Tony." There was a sweet press of lips against his forehead, and oh. Now Tony knew what had woken him up.
"Asleep," Tony grumbled, pressing his face into a smooth expanse of skin. He inhaled deeply, taking in Steve's unique scent and warmth.
Fingers stroked through Tony's hair, scratching his scalp gently. "You're remarkably coherent for a man who claims he's asleep."
Giving it up for lost, Tony rubbed his nose against Steve's chest and opened his eyes, blinking up into Steve's fond face. "Now I'm not," he sighed, tilting his head back into Steve's fingers.
"Now you're not," Steve agreed, and he brought his head down for a kiss, warm lips pressing against Tony's own.
Waking up wasn't so bad, not if he had this every morning.