I want to thank Dark Sides Cookies for helping me write this chapter. She ghost wrote some of this for me and I want you all to know it. She rocks, she MY rock and I love her more that she knows. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Day 12 Making out

The sun was low in the sky, soft shades of orange and pink painted the view from Stark Tower. Tony swung his hips to the beat of ACDC's Back in Black. It was a favorite of his.

Tony was in the communal kitchen on the communal floor. Each of their personal floors had a small kitchenette but for real cooking, for a romantic dinner, Tony needed the big kitchen. He wasn't worried about being bothered. Everyone in the tower was gone. It was common of late to be the only one in the tower.

Steve was always at work, something big was happening with S.H.I. . Clint and Natasha had been away on assignments more days than they had been home. Steve had stayed behind for the recruits. Tony was pretty sure Steve was ok with staying behind. The super soldier didn't seem all that keen on seeing action lately.

They had become very domestic recently. They spent their free time indoors, Tony in the lab redesigning any kind of tech he could get his hands on (mostly though he worked on the holodeck idea) and Steve drawing. They went to bed at decent times, together. Steve woke up just shy of the asscrack of dawn, Tony following a few hours later. On days when Tony's sleep issues got the better of him, he would spend the night down in his lab, tinkering. Steve always came down with him, despite being told he didn't need to. Tony didn't fight it too much. He liked having Steve around. He kept him company, even if the only thing that gave away Steve's presence was the soft snores that came from the pile of blankets in the corner of his lab.

The tower was quiet except for the music and the sounds of chopping. Tony had learned recently that while he loved having the Avengers in the tower with him, he loved when it was just him and Steve.

Natasha and Clint hadn't been home in well over a month. He missed the verbal spars with Clint but he was perfectly happy they weren't there. Thor had taken Bruce to Asgard and Darcy was nowhere that Tony cared about.

Steve and Tony had been together seven months, been living together, on the same level of the tower for two of those months. There was still one thing that had never been said between them. Tony had finally figured out that he was ready and he was going to tell Steve over a nice romantic dinner.

Strong arms wrapped around Tony's waist, stilling his movements. He hadn't heard the elevator ping, but that was probably because the music was just a touch on the too loud side. Soft warm lips pressed against the back of his ear, and Tony couldn't stop the shiver that ran through his body even if he wanted to. The lips slowly trailed down Tony's neck, sucking lightly on the skin. Tony loved the feel of Steve's lips on his skin.

Steve's body pressed Tony against the counter, locking him in place. Unable to do much, he allowed himself to feel. The large hands, slid down Tony's arms, hips ground into Tony's back and he knew what Steve was feeling. He felt it too.

"Steve," Tony said, pushing back against Steve.

Steve inhaled, "I don't know what is turning me on more, the smell or the way you're dancing."

Usually, Tony would balk at a comment like that in connection to him. At this moment, however; the feelings, both emotional and physical kept that kind of reaction at bay. "How long were you watching me?" Tony let his head lean back against Steve's shoulder, enjoying the hands gripping at him.

"Long enough."

As much as Tony enjoyed the feeling of Steve's rock hard cock against his ass, he wanted more. Turning around in his arms, he wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, bringing his mouth to his so he could properly kiss Steve's questing lips. Groaning, Steve lifted Tony up onto the counter and pulled his legs to wrap around his slender hips.

Tony slid to the edge of the counter, his legs wrapped around Steve, his ankles linked at Steve's knees. Steve gripped at Tony's ass and pushed against him. Tony knew Steve could feel his cock pressing against the material of his pants..

"Steve..." Steve's mouth trail down Tony's neck. "I love you, Steve."

Steve's hands froze on Tony's ass, his face nuzzled into Tony's neck, but before he could respond, he heard Darcy's voice bouncing through the level along with another voice he wasn't quite sure he recognized, even if it did sound oddly familiar over the loud rock music.

"You... shook me allllll night loooong! Yeah, youuu shook me allll night looong!"

Steve took a step back but Tony was too slow to jump off the counter before Darcy and her new friend entered the kitchen. He was just sliding off when Darcy stopped, her guest bumping into her.

"Hey, whoa! What's with the sudden stopping?" The man behind Darcy asked. Steve didn't know him, but he looked familiar.

"Jarvis, mute." Tony instructed, turning to clean up.

Dinner was now ruined. Well, Steve wouldn't say it wasn't so much ruined but it had been preempted. Steve could see by the sour expression Tony had, that he was less than thrilled with their interruption. Steve understood and agreed wholeheartedly.

"That was a good song!" Darcy said, her eyes sliding over the scene before her. A knowing smile on her face. She what she had walked in on and Steve wanted to scream. Instead he focused on the man behind her.

"Who's this, Darce?"

Darcy looked over at her new friend and back at Steve. "Seriously, you don't see it! I ran into him downtown and I asked him how he could possibly have your face, and he had no idea what I was talking about! So, I brought him home to meet the legendary Captain America. Don't tell me you can't see it either."

Steve shook his head, shifting slightly and walking past Tony over to Darcy and the newcomer. "See what?"

"He looks just like you!" Steve couldn't see it. "Oh, come on! He may not be as grown up as you are, but look!" She grabbed Johnny's face and pulled him closer to Steve, grabbing his face as well. "It's like looking in a mirror. He's like a Mini You, Steve!"

"Hey, I'm not a mini anything!"

"Tony! Tell them you see it!"

Tony barely glanced over. "I don't see it." He had barely given more than a passing look before turning back to the food on the counter. Steve sighed, pulling his face from Darcy's hand and offering it to her friend.

"I'm Steve Rogers. And you are?" Darcy introduced the two of them, a look on her face that told Steve she was still baffled that no one but her saw that Johnny and he looked alike.

Steve led them out of the kitchen, doing his best to pretend like Darcy hadn't interrupted anything, but when she had a moment to apologize, Steve told her not to worry about it. He told her they were about to have a quiet dinner alone together and her eyes about bugged out of her head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! We're going! Say bye, Johnny!" Johnny was instantly whooshed out of the communal living room.

"Bye, Johnny," he joked as he was pulled into the elevator.

Steve shook his head watching the pair go, he shoul have realized who the boy was. It took him a minute to place the name, but he knew who Johnny Storm was. Had heard stories about Clint and his ex lighting the town on fire... Literally. Steve took a deep breath and headed back into the kitchen where Tony was silently setting the table. "I'm glad you kept cooking. I didn't want to ruin dinner."

"It's not ruined."

Steve didn't like the depressed tone in Tony's voice. Coming up to him, he wrapped his arms around Tony from behind and whispered into Tony's ear.

"I love you too, Tony." Tony instantly relaxed in Steve's arms. Steve knew it wasn't how Tony had expected the night to go. Still Steve finally got to tell Tony exactly how he felt about him. It was almost as if Darcy's intrusion hadn't even happened.

Tony turned in Steve's arms. "I know it's taken me awhile, but..."

Steve shook his head. "No. It was perfect." He laughed. "I'm just sorry Darcy and The Human Torch had to come and interrupted our moment." They knew about the Fantastic Four, Tony was friends with Reed, but Steve had never met the group.

"That's who that was? I wasn't really paying attention. You'd think I would have recognized him," Tony laughed, wrapping his arms around Steve. They barely reached around, his hands splayed over the broad muscles of Steve's back. "Looks nothing like you."

Steve chuckled. "Not in the slightest." He smiled, leaning down and letting his lips brush softly over Tony's. "Tonight was perfect!"

They hadn't eaten dinner yet, but it didn't matter. Tony's preparation and the words both of them had been waiting it seemed like forever to hear was worth it. Not even another interruption would ruin it.

"There's ice cream after this." Tony said pecking Steve on the lips and releasing him from his hold. "Lets eat."

Next chapter gets a bit sticky and sweet.