"Maybe. I know I can't even touch on your brilliance," he agreed wistfully, his mind and voice almost in a far away place. There was no particular concern but this conversation and the occasional feel of Tony's lips against his skin. It assured him that, at least right now, this pocket that they existed in was fine the way it was. Why move when they had this right now?
However, he still liked the idea of camping, of just getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city, of a continued avoidance of when the Avenger's might arrive, of the questions that lead to fighting. They could leave all of that behind and sit around a campfire with a little tent waiting for them. Simplicity. Yes, he thought that would do them both good to experience, especially Tony who was always caught up with creating and exploring the highest level of technology and advancement.
"Tent," he whispered almost sleepily. "I want to sleep in a tent with just one big sleeping bag. Maybe a blanket for over top in case it gets cold for you over night. One big pillow and us wearing nothing but socks." He was rambling in a soft way, not even thinking of the words that were spilling from him. Normally, he would hold most of those wants to himself, set them out one-by-one carefully to gauge Tony's reaction to each first before moving on. Strategy. Systematic. Now, he just murmured it all without pausing for much breath. "No one should find us. We can enjoy the isolation of it just being together and alone."
His fingers continued the caressing, a low hum leaving him as he began to trail off as if he might sleep again. Everything seemed safer and calmer with Tony in his arms; a part of him still considered rousing them both to return to the wild flowers and lay among them. Soon, he decided. Later, he thought.
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Date: 2016-10-31 04:28 am (UTC)However, he still liked the idea of camping, of just getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city, of a continued avoidance of when the Avenger's might arrive, of the questions that lead to fighting. They could leave all of that behind and sit around a campfire with a little tent waiting for them. Simplicity. Yes, he thought that would do them both good to experience, especially Tony who was always caught up with creating and exploring the highest level of technology and advancement.
"Tent," he whispered almost sleepily. "I want to sleep in a tent with just one big sleeping bag. Maybe a blanket for over top in case it gets cold for you over night. One big pillow and us wearing nothing but socks." He was rambling in a soft way, not even thinking of the words that were spilling from him. Normally, he would hold most of those wants to himself, set them out one-by-one carefully to gauge Tony's reaction to each first before moving on. Strategy. Systematic. Now, he just murmured it all without pausing for much breath. "No one should find us. We can enjoy the isolation of it just being together and alone."
His fingers continued the caressing, a low hum leaving him as he began to trail off as if he might sleep again. Everything seemed safer and calmer with Tony in his arms; a part of him still considered rousing them both to return to the wild flowers and lay among them. Soon, he decided. Later, he thought.