Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

It was the Marine Corps birthday and despite the unforgiveable flaw of not having been a Marine (their words), Steve had been invited to be the guest of honor at the Marine Corps Ball in Washington, DC.

He sighed as he opened his closet and removed his dress blues. A Marine Ball was pretty much as formal as an occasion called for, so that meant all the medals, which were--if he could whine inside the safety of his mind--darn heavy.

Undershirt, dress shirt, dress pants, suspenders, shoes polished so he could see his reflection in them--the Marines absolutely would notice if they weren't--he checked his reflection one more time to make sure his hair hadn't inexplicably done something strange in the ten minutes since he'd last looked, and then shrugged into the coat and picked up his uniform hat.

"Tony?" he called. "You just about ready? Happy hour will be starting soon."

[OOC: For the guy and totally related to my schmancy RL plans tonight!]

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[imafuturist]

"You said the magic words," Tony replied, still tying his bowtie as he walked into the room.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve took a moment to just stare, a little gobsmacked despite himself. "You clean up pretty good, Stark," he said, voice gone deep and raspy.

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled, twirling to give him the full view. "Won't embarrass you?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Not at all," Steve said, smiling back. "Fighting the urge to muss you back up."

[imafuturist]

"In the car home," Tony promised, careful of the uniform as he hauled Steve in for a kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

“Something to look forward to,” Steve murmured, kissing him back.

[imafuturist]

"I'll make behaving worth your while," he promised before smoothing the lines of Steve's jacket.

[heroic_jawline]

“I'm not normally the one needing incentives,” Steve said ruefully, putting his hat on, “but something about you in formal wear..”

[imafuturist]

Tony went up on his toes for one last kiss before going to grab his overcoat. "Hopefully we won't need to avoid any political conversations."

Where it might end in a fistfight.

[heroic_jawline]

“Everyone will be in their most bland behavior,” Steve promised, running his hand down Tony's arms. “Including me.”

[imafuturist]

"How novel," he teased, taking Steve's hand to drag him along to the parking lot where a much too fancy car awaited them. Since a motorcycle wouldn't fly this time around.

[heroic_jawline]

“Don't get used to it,” Steve said before letting out a low, impressed whistle at the car. “She yours?”

[imafuturist]

"One of them," Tony replied, trailing a hand over the hood as he walked around to the driver's seat. "I think I owe you a ride anyway."

Subtle, Tony. Subtle.

[heroic_jawline]

“Subtle, Tony,” Steve said, grinning as he got into the car, too.

[imafuturist]

"No, subtle is making sure the car was manual transmission," Tony replied with a grin. All for the fondling of the stick shift.

[heroic_jawline]

It took Steve a second, but then he blushed all the way to his collar. “Tony,” he scolded without heat.

[imafuturist]

"Poor baby," Tony replied, completely unrepentant as the car peeled out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve just grinned. “The faster we get there, the more time we spend schmoozing with generals,” he warned.

[imafuturist]

"I can take the scenic route if you want," Tony said, tilting his head in Steve's direction even as his focus was on the road and rapidly climbing speedometer. "Maybe have a little engine trouble..."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed at him. "We have to get there no later than 5:20," he said. "Do what you will."

[imafuturist]

"Am I pretending to be your Tony then?" he asked, maneuvering the vehicle with the same smooth efficiency as he did the armor.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's cheeks went pink. "Well, you are my Tony, but yeah, the one who lives in my dimension. I called and he promised not to, and I quote, 'show up on Twitter in Bora Bora. Probably.'"

[imafuturist]

"I'll keep my hands to myself while we're there then," Tony promised, letting go of the stick shift to reach for Steve's hand.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave him a slightly abashed smile. "Unless we want to deal with the wrath of Pepper, that's probably a good plan."

[imafuturist]

"She is terrifying," Tony agreed with the utmost sincerity. "I'll make it up to you after. Scout's honor."

Tony had never been a Boy Scout, but alright.