prince and his shield

Standing by the sink doing dishes, Steve scratched his back and grabbed a mischievous tail with his backhand.Curly and curly, lightly tugged a few times to pull the person in front of him, "Do you want to do this again?"

The cereal that Roy took from the cupboard was half down, and the box was dragged over before it was put down.He snorted, "You're not afraid to pull my tail off, I won't be able to play in the future."

Steve knocked his head on the head, "Your tail will break?"

"Why not?" Royston clapped his hands.

"Aren't you the one who just rolled me out with your tail?" Steve snorted.

"It's really hard for you to tease now." Roy rubbed his face and rubbed it.

Steve's face was squeezed into a ball, and he pouted and kissed him on the cheek.Roy pursed his lips and smiled, hugged his face, and kissed him back.

"There's only one day left, can't you bear it?" Sherlock walked in to fetch the water, disgusted, "You seem to treat this as a honeymoon hotel."

Steve smiled and let go of Roy, "Good morning, Sherlock."

Sherlock snorted as usual, turned and left with the water in his hand.

Roy raised his hand and pinched his face.

Steve's face was deformed, vaguely, "What are you doing?"

"Rodgers, it's terrible, your skin is so thick now!" Roy exaggerated.

"You polished it yourself." Steve bit his finger on one side of his face.

Roy froze for a moment, stretched out his fingers, and watched him look up at him with blue eyes from a lower angle than himself.

Like a big dog lying on his feet and acting coquettishly.He sighed and kissed those blue eyes, "96 years old, baby Rogers, why are you getting more and more childish?"

"Can't you?" Steve loosened his teeth and kissed his fingertips.

"Yes, yes, of course." Roy couldn't help but rubbed his face again.

Two weeks is very short.Steve packed his things, stood at the door and waited for Roy, looked at the road in front of him that had become familiar from walking every night, and smiled, feeling nostalgic and reluctant.

These two weeks have been amazing.

"I'll see you later." Roy hugged them one by one, and walked to the door with Oulos.

Steve turned around, "I'm really sorry to interrupt you for so long this time."

"Steve, you are always welcome in our family." Mr. Holmes smiled kindly, "You are well, I can rest assured."

"Thank you for everything you have done for Roy." Steve put his arms around Roy and said seriously.

Roy turned his head and glanced at him, laughing in his heart at his small idea of ​​enclosing the territory.

The little black car sent by Mycroft was already waiting at the door, and Sherlock and Watson left before them.When he arrived at the airport, Steve was a little nervous.

Oulos got off at the station and took the box from Steve, "I'm leaving first, and come back as soon as possible after you settle the matter."

Roy snorted, "Be careful all the way."

Oulos glanced at her, and Roy realized that this sentence was very redundant, "Be as friendly as possible, dear."

Oulos nodded, turned and left.

"You already told her?" Steve was taken aback.

Roy hummed, "She has been keeping my passport, of course she knows."

Steve pinched his nose, "I've been thinking about how to tell her about this all the way."

Roy chuckled.

Steve glanced at him, and it was written all over his face why you are so heartless.

"Let's go." Roy put on big sunglasses, pulled his arm, and turned to another entrance of the airport, "Las Vegas—go!"

While waiting for the plane, Steve grabbed the check-in bill and was smoothing it out. He suddenly paused, "So, just the two of us?"

Roy sat next to him, playing games on his mobile phone, and heard that he looked at him from the top of the sunglasses, "Otherwise?"

Steve twists around, puts one hand on his knee, and repeats, "Just the two of us?"

Seeing his dazed expression, Roy wanted to laugh, "If you feel lonely, we can call a few people. My friends here..."

"No!" Steve said decisively.

"What do you think of Sherlock's opinion?" Royston put away his mobile phone and crossed his legs.

Steve was still digesting the fact that they would finally be together for a long time, so he didn't react, "What's your opinion?"

"Honeymoon. Hotel." Roy approached him, lowering his voice mysteriously, "You can play with your tail any way you want~"

Steve froze, moistened his lower lip reflexively, and looked at him.

Roy gave him a wink.

Steve cleared his throat.

"What do you think?" Roy couldn't see his bullying appearance, not for a day or two.With a roof over his head, Steve can still treat people who are getting more and more liberated from their demonic nature, but this is a public place where Steve is not as open as he is now.

"...you choose." Steve finally choked out a sentence.

Roy held back his laughter so that a long row of chairs swayed a little, and he stabilized, "What do you choose?"

"Hotel." Steve's Adam's apple rolled down, helplessly.

"Well, okay." Royston took out his mobile phone, "Book two rooms?"

Steve was silent.

Roy pretended not to see his expression, "I stayed in a hotel before, which was not bad. The bed was also very comfortable, and the bathroom was very big."

"One room." Steve took a deep breath.

"Huh?" Royston played dumb.

"Book a room, the honeymoon room is the best." Steve stared back at him, watching the irrepressible curvature of his lips.

Roy couldn't help laughing.Steve supported his body that was staggering from laughter with one hand, glanced at the huge notice board not far away, and sighed, "It seems that my face is still worn down."

Roy wiped away the tears from his laughter, fell on him without getting up, and started to provoke the hotel with his mobile phone.From time to time, I raised my phone and asked Steve for his opinion.

After making a phone call and booking the room, Royston had already slipped onto his lap and was lying down, "This time I will take you, an old antique, to a good place. Las Vegas is a city that never sleeps where heaven and hell run side by side. / City of Hope."

Steve raised his eyebrows, "My memory is still stuck in when it was just a new city."

"This time I will take you there to open your eyes." Roy grinned, that's all, and smiled, "However, there is one thing to pay attention to when you go there."

"What?" Steve asked curiously.

"Protect me." Roy crossed his arms.

Steve froze.

"That kind of place, my existence is like a bright light in the dark night, attracting all kinds of bugs and moths." Roy shrugged and smiled.

Steve raised his hand and took his hand, "I will protect you."

Roy looked up at his face, the jaw and lips were at an amazing angle, there was an optical illusion of a stranger in front of him.Roy tugged at his collar, and down, Steve was forced to lower himself.

"Kiss me?" Roy blew into his mouth.

Steve smiled, stroked his hair lightly, and kissed him.

"Mr. Royston Bowen and Mr. Steve White please board as soon as possible—"

Sweet female voices are broadcast throughout the hall.

The two people who were kissing were stunned for a moment. Steve glanced at the notice board, his eyes widened, he picked up Roy and got up, "Let's go, there are only 10 minutes left!"

Roy hissed, toothache.But the broadcaster honestly reported their names and flight numbers three times.

After boarding the plane, Roy furtively shrank his face into his collar.

It's not flying to the UK now, so not many people know themselves.

It was only now that Steve remembered his special identity. The time had passed so leisurely that he almost forgot that Roy was a public figure.

The two of them were in the first-class cabin, and after entering, Roy breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, it's true, masculinity is misleading."

Steve, who was pointed at, repeated, "Indeed. Male sex is misleading."

Roy nestled in the seat familiarly, and even covered himself with a small blanket.

Steve sat down next to him and was silent for a while, laughing inexplicably.

"Huh?" Royston looked at him.

"I almost forgot that we were at the airport just now." Steve raised his hand and scratched his nose, his eyes looked at Roy, shining blue light, purer and gentler than the sky 9000 meters above the window.

Roy shrank his neck and narrowed his eyes slightly.Fuck, his eyes will be blinded by this pure radiance sooner or later.Like the sun, the brighter it is, the warmer it is.The warmer it is, the more dependent it is.

Roy closed his eyes and slammed his head on him.

Alas, I can't even say what I should say.This is how to do……

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hug.

"Sleeping?" Steve whispered, putting his hands behind his back as a cushion for him.

"You read to me the oath you prepared." Roy said.

Steve blushed, "You..."

"I saw you secretly writing it." Roy raised his eyes, "I thought I would peek at it before I could hold it in. But I want to hear you read it again~"

Steve pinched his nose, hesitating, "This is still..."

Roy looked at him eagerly.

Steve couldn't grind him down, so he sighed, took out a palm-sized post-it note from his breast pocket, and coughed.

Roy leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Royston Bowen, at the age of 18, I thought I might go on alone for the rest of my life.

I am fearless, fearless, and not even alone.

But when I fell in love with you, I realized everything that was never clear before. "Steve paused, then continued, "After meeting you, I'm sure I'm crippled.And the only way for me to be complete is to put you in all my future lives. "

He put down the note, cleared his throat, not daring to turn his head to look at Roy.

Roy rubbed his shoulder, as if coquettishly, "Your vow is really long. You haven't told me to cry yet."

Steve shook the sticky note in his hand, "I guess it still has room for improvement."

"Steve, loving you is the only meaningful thing in my 530-[-] years of life." Roy leaned into his ear and whispered softly.

Steve turned his head sharply.

"I never remember the past in front of you, nor do I plan for the future. Because my past and future without you will be clichéd and boring." Roy tilted his head and smiled, "You are the only one worth telling."

Steve turned his head away from him.

Roy blinked his eyes a few times, and became excited, "Let me see, is Rogers sweetheart told to cry by me~"

Steve pushed his face away, embarrassed to let him see his own.

Roy's face was pushed away and then hugged back for a shallow kiss.

Roy bared his teeth, "Now the groom has kissed his groom."

Steve laughed, pinched his face and shook, "You used all your excitement on the plane, won't you be bored when you enter the church?"

Roy grins, just laughs.

When the stewardess came, Roy asked for two glasses of champagne, stuffed one into his hand, and touched it crisply with his own, "Celebrate the blossoming and fruition of the cross-border love between demons and humans."

Steve laughed and bumped into him, "Congratulations on getting the best answer to all the waiting."

Roy took a sip of his drink and then fed him, successfully making Rogers' sweetheart forget once again that they were on the plane.

"Maybe when I'm with you, I'm in the third place. It's not your place, or mine, but our third place." When Steve got off the plane and walked to the consignment center abruptly concluded.

"Maybe." Roy put on a fisherman's hat, big sunglasses and a mask, and walked with a swaying posture.