“which you knew before marrying me.” hand lifts to tap at the sorcerer’s nose with the tip of a pointer finger. smiling widely again; turning back to the tablet to lock its screen. time to pay attention to his husband instead. “pour me a glass of wine?”
“ … perhaps a little. ” reluctant admission, nose scrunching as their lips meet —— only a moment allowed before pulling back for breath. gaze travels to holographic schematics, ones he won’t even try to understand. “ you’re such a nerd. seriously. ”
“𝑦𝑒𝑠.” left had lifts to touch beneath his chin right as he leans in; not even hesitating to steal a soft peck from awaiting lips. content with that simple touch. “are you jealous of my tablet, darling?”
“ 𝑐𝑎𝑛 i? ” eyebrows pointedly raising, a scarred hand pressing up against the other’s clothed chest ﹔ pink floyd tee and grey sweats adorning his frame, dark strands still damp from the bath —— scent of lavender and rosemary clinging, meant to soothe frayed nerves. “ are ›
tablet left sitting on the edge of the kitchen island now that stephen is closer; hand reaching out to grab him by the waist pull towards his own body. brow raised with an amused smirk playing on his lips. “you can always tell me you want my attention, i wouldn’t hesitate +
“ i have no idea what you’re talking about. i didn’t even touch it. ” errant sparks arcing from fingertips, expression entirely innocent as he circles the island instead —— wine sipped, gaze ever watchful. “ i might as well be a widower, for all the attention you pay me ›
movement caught right on time to detain the tablet’s fall with one hand whilst head lifts to finally glance at the sorcerer; glaring in his direction. “no need to destroy my gadgets, they haven’t done anything to you.”
“ shut up. ” fingers folding around stem, rim perched against lips for a long sip —— taste lingering upon his tongue before traveling down his throat. half a mind to give the tablet a nudge off the island, much like a mischievous cat … perhaps a bit petty. “ you’ve been ›
tony doesn’t even look up from the holographic schematic hovering above his work tablet that’s laid down on the kitchen island. “red wine at this time?” he scoffs, voice echoing slightly through the room. “really leaning into the brooding victorian widower aesthetic tonight.”
red, red wine sloshing into a wineglass —— bottle suspended in midair, setting itself neatly upon the kitchen island once the glass is full enough to his liking.
too much to hope that his dreams will be quiet tonight, but he can at least try to settle himself beforehand.