Room 507, Monday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

It had been a good day; nothing too exciting, really, although class had been interesting, and flirting with Tony was always fun. So, yes, a good day, and Ronan was enjoying the last of it right by his window, open to the cold air as he smoked. It was getting to be far too much of a habit for him, he told himself, but he wasn't exactly doing anything about it.

The door was open, although just a little, in an effort to help most of the smoke go out the window instead of out into the hallway. It was even mostly working.

[Expecting one, but open before his arrival!]

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Tony leaned into Ronan, his teeth starting to chatter. "Snowball fight," he explained. "Ino and Amber ambushed me on the way home."

[not_in_the_book]

"They must be out having fun," Ronan said. "Well, I'm not warming them up, that's for sure," he added. "C'mon, let's get you out of those cold, wet? clothes." Ronan stepped away and grabbed a blanket from the pile he kept folded on the spare bed, speaking some words quickly over it to warm it up.

[wantstodirect]

Tony peeled off his sweater and shirt quickly and stripped down to his boxers. He left those on for the moment, not quite willing to do a full striptease. He was cold enough that he wasn't even self-conscious about the crosshatching scar on his left pec.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan came over with the warm blanket, swinging it around Tony's shoulders. He leaned in, one hand coming up to trace the scar. "That looks like it hurt when it happened," he said, even as he slipped his own shirt off. It took a moment of thought, as he did it, to blur and then dissolve the simple glamour he kept over his own scar, harsh and angry in the center of his chest for all that it was a few years old now.

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"It did," Tony said, not wanting to offer details. "Yours looks worse, though."

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"I didn't feel most of it, thankfully," Ronan said, half-smiling. "I went unconscious pretty quickly. Spears to the chest will do that."

He leaned in a bit, even as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. "So," he said. "Feeling any warmer?"

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"Getting there," Tony said. He placed his palm against Ronan's chest. "A spear? Seriously? That's not, like, a metaphor?" Okay, it didn't look very metaphorical, but still.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head. "Very literal." He paused. "... A flaming spear, in fact. Anyway, that's not important. Getting you warm is." And, okay, there may have been a little bit of an eyebrow waggle there, but it was pretty much mostly to break the mood and make Tony laugh.

[wantstodirect]

Tony smiled. "You'll have to tell me that story sometime," he murmured, and leaned in to kiss Ronan.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan didn't answer, just leaned in and enthusiastically returned the kiss.