*OOC -- Yes, finally.
Tony didn't make up his mind right away.
After he
heard Sally's speech at the awards banquet, after he
met the girl and her mother at the reception, he knew he would have to talk to Steve. But nothing had changed, really; the cirumstances that made their meeting in person a foolish risk were the same as ever. Tony
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He was still stuck in someone else's identity in some anonymous New Jersey suburb, still isolated from the world he knew and loved, but right at that moment, as he kissed Tony and felt all the force of that admitted love, Steve couldn't picture himself a happier man.
"Well, maybe you deserve to have a big ego," Steve said, softly and a little coyly, pulling his lips away and leaning his forehead against Tony's. "After all, handsome and glamorous as they may be, you're the only one I'm in love with."
His eyes had said as much seconds before, but Tony deserved to hear the words, too. Deserved to know that their marriage, in the other world, hadn't simply been the sole product of Tony's fevered dreaming. Deserved to know that the feelings were, and always had been, mutual.
"Now come on," Steve continued, pulling Tony's belt out of the loops and coiling it around his left hand. "I don't think we really want to do this in the bathroom. My room is this way." And he slipped his right hand into Tony's, squeezed gently, and led him into the next room.
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