I managed three of the four prompts on this one. Couldn't figure out how to add in cupboard without making one or the other get out of bed. LOL

Midnight Aspirations

Sleep was being an elusive bitch and Tony had given up trying to find her. He rolled out of his bed and padded into the kitchen to start breakfast for the other Avengers staying at the Tower.

"May a request be made for something other than a Tony Stark take it or leave it special?" was purred into Tony's ear causing him to grunt something uncomplimentary under his breath as he tried to swallow his heart.

"What would you like?" Tony asked James Barnes, his occasional lover, once he had himself back under control.

"To take you out for a proper breakfast," Barnes told him as he watched Tony pull a box of Bisquick from a cupboard.

"Us having a real date?" Tony countered turning around to look Barnes in his midnight blue eyes. "When did we become an item?"

"Around the time you told Steve to mind his own business when it came to who you screwed," Barnes said with a dry laugh.

"Yeah," Tony huffed. "Not me at my most tactful."

"I doubt you and tact are on a first name basis, but that's okay since I like you the way you are," Barnes remarked walking up to Tony and pulling him into a loose embrace.

"You wanna take this to the bedroom and start the day over?" Tony inquired trying not to given in to the desire to melt into Barnes' embrace. He was more than past his breaking point.

Barnes smirked. He dropped a kiss on Tony's forehead, and then drew him out of the kitchen and back into their bedroom.


Edited at 2019-06-16 04:00 am (UTC)

Thanks. Just popped into my head.

Sleeping on a ship was easy. Arya could close her eyes and let the rocking of the waves lull her into relaxation.

And then Yara Greyjoy came on board and ruined it.

This wasn’t like sharing a bed with Sansa as children. Arya stared at the ceiling, hyper-aware of every movement that Yara made, wanting to reach out, but holding back.

“Go to sleep.”

“I can’t,” replied Arya.

“It’ll be easier if we spoon,” said Yara.

“Spoon?”

Yara manhandled Arya into position and slung an arm around her waist. “Like this.”

“Oh.”

She was right. It was easier.

Arya slept.