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Word Count - 1155

Fic Details - TonySteve / Omegaverse

Happy Place

"You know, we could have brought the bed in for you," Steve said quietly, glancing at the delivery men currently assembling Tony's new bed. "You didn't need to have… strangers fetch it in."

Tony snorted. "Feeling a little territorial, Cap?"

Steve blushed. He was a little embarrassed that he was, in fact, feeling a little territorial. It was part and parcel of being an alpha, he supposed, but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

Tony grinned up at him, his smug scent filling Steve's nostrils. He loved making Steve blush, the little shit.

"You know, you can blame Thor and Clint for this. They were the ones that killed my bed."

Steve sighed but nodded. Tony was right after all. A movie night that Clint had turned into a pillow fight had turned into Thor literally tearing Tony's mattress. Pains in the ass, the pair of them.

"So, planning some fun in this bed, are you?" One of the delivery men asked, a salacious smile on his face as he and his colleague hefted the large mattress into place.

"All I'm going to use this bed for, is sleeping, eating and maybe building a little fort," Tony replied, rolling his eyes at the man.

"This bed would be perfect for mating… I'd be willing to help you with that."

"You're not mating with me, Sunshine!" Tony said, eyes widening slightly. While he was openly flirtatious with practically everyone, Tony hated people hitting on him so openly and obviously. Steve had heard the 'subtle is sexy' rant at least ten times over the past few months alone.

Steve's fist clenched and he forced himself to relax. People hitting on Tony was something that happened frequently of course, he was a gorgeous unmated omega, but it never stopped Steve from feeling just a little murdery whenever it happened.

The other delivery man just huffed, glaring at his coworker. "We're done here. I apologise for his unprofessional comments, Mr Stark."

Tony waved him off, a haughty look on his face as he glanced at the offender. "I've heard worse… and much better. If you just get into the elevator, it'll take you to the lobby."

It was a clear dismissal, and the two men left without another word, though Steve could hear the one who'd apologised berating the other as the doors closed on them. Tony huffed, shaking his head.

"There's always an asshole, isn't there?"

Steve snorted.

"Though, in fairness, I couldn't work in public relations," Tony added, shrugging as he pulled open a pack to reveal teal silk bed sheets.

"No? What could be better than serving up smiles?" Steve asked, his lips quirking up as he accepted the quilt cover from Tony to put onto the quilt.

"Being dead, or anything else," Tony deadpanned before he pouted at Steve. "Swap jobs? I hate putting the bottom sheet on, it never does what it's supposed to."

"Or you can go and make drinks and popcorn, and I'll make your bed," Steve said fondly, because he's undoubtedly end up doing it anyway.

"You're inviting yourself to a movie?" Tony asked, smiling.

"I am," Steve said decisively. "Unless I'm banished for you to enjoy your new bed, of course?"

Tony grinned. "You could always help me enjoy the new bed?"

"Of course!" Steve replied, smirking when he saw Tony's eyes widen. "I'm great at building forts!"

"You're a goddamn tease, Rogers," Tony muttered, leaving the bedroom to the sound of Steve chuckling.

…

"This bed is majestic," Tony decided, as he lay down. Steve lay on the other side, and in the gap between them sat a tray containing hot chocolate, a large bowl of popcorn and a plate filled with chocolate cookies. "Do not get crumbs on my shiny new sheets."

Steve rolled his eyes but nodded. Tony hated crumbs, which was a bit of problem given he loved eating in bed.

"I'll try my best," he promised solemnly, barely holding back his amusement when Tony eyed him suspiciously.

"Pepper may have forced me into those conflict resolution sessions, but crumbs are a whole new level of rage, Steven. You know this!"

"I do know this. I'll be careful."

Apparently satisfied, Tony settled himself down and asked JARVIS to start the movie. Steve found his attention wavering from the screen, despite it being a movie he'd asked for.

Tony's scent was content, and it was soothing to Steve. It had been since the two had met almost, despite their tumultuous meeting. Whenever Tony was calm and content, it settled something deep inside Steve.

"Were you okay while I was away?" Tony asked turning his head to look at Steve, apparently realising that he really wasn't invested in the movie. "I know you can lose your groove when I'm away for too long."

Steve smiled slightly and nodded. "You're right, I do, but I was okay. Glad you're home though."

And he really was. It was always brilliant to reunite with Tony when he'd been away for SI business, because the omega was always super happy to be home, and Steve enjoyed the way Tony's emotions always seemed to wash over him as soon as he returned to the tower.

"I missed you more than usual this time," Tony admitted. "It was strange. Guess I'm just getting more used to you being close by."

His words sent a possessive thrill through Steve, though he tried his hardest to repress it. Tony wasn't his, as much as Steve wanted him to be.

Not yet at least. He thought they were working towards it though, and if the slight flush on Tony's cheeks was anything to go by, he wasn't the only one.

"I missed you too," he murmured, reaching out to tousle Tony's hair. "Watch the movie."

…

The movie was over, but Steve was almost certain that Tony hadn't seen the last half an hour of it anyway.

"You sleeping, Tones?"

"No," Tony muttered, eyes still closed.

"Why do I somehow doubt that?" Steve asked fondly, smiling down at the smaller man. He reached out to caress his cheek. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Hmm, stay," Tony said, turning onto his side to face Steve. Carefully, Steve lifted the tray and placed it on the floor beside the bed, and then lay back down.

It happened often enough that Tony would ask him to stay. Sometimes, he just needed that extra presence to feel secure, and other times, he just wanted cuddles and he knew he was safe with Steve.

Steve would never do anything to hurt Tony.

Shifting across the bed closer to the middle, Steve tugged Tony into his arms, smiling when Tony made a sleepy, happy noise.

"Hmm, s'better. Love you," Tony murmured, pressing his face into Steve's neck.

"Love you too, sweetheart," Steve replied, closing his own eyes. This was his happy place, and he was going to enjoy it.

Written for:

Assorted Appreciation - 6. "You're not mating with me, Sunshine!"

Trope - 6. Reunite

Book Club - Bernard - Banished / Smug / "Why do I somehow doubt that?"

Showtime - 18. Sleeping

Angel - 12. "What could be better than serving up smiles?" / "Being dead or anything else."

Scamander's Case - 11. Haughty

Basement - 8. "All I'm going to use this bed for, is sleeping, eating and maybe building a little fort."

Film - 13. Groove

Wandmaker - Red Oak (Possessive) / Unicorn Hair (Majestic)

Build A Bear - 5. Purple Tutu Dress - Teal

Sci-Fi - Apocalypse - 4. Defence - 2. Secure

Game Night - Murdery

Mythology - 7. Conflict

365. 269. Caress

Game - Would You Rather - TonySteve