HUD: So this was another exercise; I've been trying to get back into the feeling of writing before I start in on my more serious works. Enjoy some light fluff! Also, Lance Norse is my alias for Loki if you're a new reader.

"This is just silly."

Lance fought back his eye roll at Tony's crestfallen expression. He had agreed to the 'couple retreat' to some ungodly humid city in the hottest state of this miserable country, he had agreed to the hours of walking amongst tourists from all over he world, and he had agreed to the single bed on their hotel reservations (because for all his partner's moral ambiguity he didn't want to exactly scream that they were together in every sense of the word except at the bank). Being a writer had its perk, one of the best being hard to recognize in public, but dating the head of R&D and owner of the largest technology mogul in the entire world had a few drawbacks. One of which being the opposite of his profession's favourite skill. It was a crying shame, at times.

Tony Stark huffed. "Seriously, Lance."

"I am."

"I know - "

"Quite serious, in fact."

"I know."

"You have the receipt, yeah?"

"Uh, sure."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm quite serious, Edward."

"Telling you my middle name was the biggest mistake I've ever made."

"I disagree; this purchase is."

"I know!"

Lance tracked his partner as he did one of his favourite pass times - pace a room. "I know you hate them."

"I do," Lance answered bluntly. Tony threw his hands up in exasperation before abruptly stopping. Lance swallowed - that little twinge he felt about accompanying Tony on his early morning outing instead of getting a massage suddenly came back full force when Tony trained his gorgeous honey eyes on Lance. Nothing was more lovely than when the genius was determined; it added something wild to his expression and Lance did all he could to hang on for the ride every time.

"You're a Star Wars fan," Tony said, a casual light to his voice that had Lance unconsciously taking a step back.

"I am," the writer answered, much more cautiously the second time.

"Only recently, if I recall?" Tony continued. He crossed to the armchair beneath a wall lamp in the corner of their suite and sat elegantly. Lance quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes," Lance agreed.

"Because of me?"

"Because of you."

"And they're now your favourite films, yeah?"

"Yes."

"And, because of this," Tony's hands steepled under his goatee. "You're slightly indebted to me."

Lance's breath left his lungs in a defeated sigh. He should have listened to the Force, dammit! "I don't believe so."

"I disagree," Tony continued, a slight lift to the corner of his mouth that Lance wanted to wipe off. With his fist.

"I disagree with your disagreement."

"Not allowed," Tony challenged. His grin was bigger, now. "I'm right and you know it. You owe me."

Lance decided to go for 'haughty and aloof jerk'. "Quite the contrary; I'm here, aren't I? In Orlando, going to Disney World, surrounded by people who reek of their original country despite the floral and fresh smell the parks themselves disperse. Even they agree there is a problem."

Tony grasped his chest as if in pain, and Lance briefly wondered if he went too far. "That's a damn good system that I - "

"Yes, yes - that you personally designed as a bonus for your partnership with the latest CEO. The stench permeates."

Tony paused; Lance mentally gave himself a point in his favour.

"Honey." Lance quickly scrubbed his own point away. That tone...

"Yes?"

"I love you." ...he lost. No amount of points mattered when Tony said that so sweetly and with such feeling that Lance remembered how lucky he was and deserved a slap in the face for ever thinking otherwise.

Lance squirmed and shifted his weight from foot-to-foot under Tony's patient and loving gaze. Finally he sighed.

"...I'll wear it."

Tony was up and wrapping his arms around Lance's ass to lift him as high as a 5'10" man could manage when his liftee was 6'3". Lance yelped from surprise and braced his arms on Tony's toned shoulders as the genius spun him. Tony's accompanying laughter changed Lance's mood from annoyance to amusement in seconds, until the top of his head nearly grazed the ceiling fan. Tony just laughed over Lance's protests until he brought them both down on the king sized mattress. Lance's face met a rather fluffed pillow unceremoniously. Tony kept giggling as his calloused fingers worked Lance's button down from his jeans.

"Hey!" Lance demanded, scrambling down to meet his partner face to face. He stilled the genius' questing hands and stared him in the eyes. "What're you on about?"

"Just helping you into your fancy new duds," Tony answered innocently, although his mischievous streak still shone through in his eyes. Lance suddenly felt a wave of pride for infecting such a man with his devilish ways. (Admittedly, Tony had always been a tad devilish all on his own long before Lance Norse came around).

Lance sighed, feeling his lips betray him in an affectionate smirk. Tony practically beamed and pressed a sound kiss to his lips. Lance recognized it for the distraction it was but didn't still the man's hands when he freed the last of his shirt and began on the buttons.

When Lance turned them and braced himself over Tony, the genius finally achieved his goal and traced the lines of the writer's bare torso. His grin wasn't as manic, touching more on a softness that made his eyes shine.

"I love you," he said as if speaking about the weather, as if it were the most natural and honest thing in the galaxy. In fact, it sounded vaguely reminiscent of a rather famous scene from a mutually well-loved franchise.

Lance allowed a smirk to grow to one of his rare smiles, turning his face slightly as Tony reached up to tuck the errand strands of dark hair behind his ear to kiss his palm. The braid he had fastened would need fixing thanks to Tony's tousle on the mattress.

"I know," he answered just as casually, as if he'd known all along and was simply waiting for confirmation before acknowledgement. He leaned forward to kiss the top of Tony's handsome nose before pressing closer to those beautifully smiling lips.

Their lines were accurate, at least - Lance would surely be wearing the 'I Know' portion of the Han Solo and Princess Leia couple shirts for their afternoon trip to Epcot. He would prepare for the evidential teasing from Tony's motley crew of friends and his brother later once the pictures were passed around. Lance knew he'd do anything for Tony, even wear something so silly.

At least it was black.

A/N: So, I was thinking... I may make this a series of one-shots, based on suggestions of Famous Lines from well-known films. I'd love to, if anyone were interested. Leave a review with your suggestion and I'll pick from them! :)