Sam arrives at the Leaky Cauldron 30 minutes early, not wanting to make you wait at all.  He sits at a table, ordering a wizard ale.

Tony walks thru the door only a few minutes before six - having finally decided on a simply pair of slacks and white short sleeved dress shirt. He blinks, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness of the pub, and doesn't see you immediately.

Sam's breath catches when he sees you, still amazed at how handsome you are, and that no one has already snatched you up.  "Tony!" he calls, though not loudly, waving.  A huge smile breaks across his face.

Tony blinks again, looking toward the sound of his name, and when he sees you he smiles shyly and raises his hand to wave before putting it back to his side and chuckling to himself as he walks toward your table. "Hi..."

"Hello," Sam greets you, standing.  "Want a drink or are you ready to go?"  His smile is sweet and sincere, with no trace of shyness.

Tony briefly considers asking for a drink - even though he's never had alcohol - just to calm the fluttering in his stomach. But then shakes his head. "I... I'm ready."

Sam nods, tossing some knuts and sickles on the table.  "Then lets go," he grins, putting a hand on the small of your back, the contact casual, as he guides you toward the London exit.

Tony blushes but doesn't shy from the touch, his smile widening a bit before he turns and head thru the exit.

"Romance?" Sam asks, lifting a brow.  His hand stays on your back, even outside, and he moves in the direction of the theatre.

Tony's looks startled for just a moment, then laughs softly. "For the movie? That.. yeah. That sounds nice." Turning his head to smile at you and then looking down to his feet.

"Have you heard of 'You've Got Mail?'  Would you like to see that? I like Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks," Sam asks, the walk companionable and comfortable.

Tony nods, staying in step beside you and finally looking back up toward the theatre. "Um.. it's about two people falling in love online, isn't it? That sound fine."

"That's it," Sam nods. He smiles over at you, catching your eye. "Thanks for coming out with me."

"Thanks for asking." Tony blushes, smiling back at you and slipping into the line in front of the theater. "I'm really.. I mean. I'm very glad that you did."

"You can ask me too," he teases you, grinning at your blush.  He fishes more money out of the wallet in his pocket, this time muggle bills.  "Do you like popcorn or candy?"

Tony's hand had been moving to his back pocket as you take the money out and he blushes again. "Um, I can get it..."

"This is a date, Tony," Sam reminds you with a gentle smile. "Its all on me."

He shuffles on his feet and bites his lip slighting, but his hand drops back to his side. "Sorry.. I just. I really don't know how to do ... this."

Sam gives you a reassuring smile.  "No need to apologise.  I asked you out, so I'm paying.  I get the pleasure of your company."

A shy smile spreads across Tony's face again, and he nods. "Okay. Popcorn..then." And he turns away as you reach the ticket counter, the blush still on his cheeks.

Sam gets two tickets and moves to the door, opening it for you.   He opening looks over your body, appreciation obvious.  "What to drink?" he asks when you reach the snack counter.

And this time, of course, Tony can't help but notice you looking. The throat constricts for a moment as he tries to take a breath and then he swallows. Managing a weak smile as you speak. "Sprite..." Suddenly happier than he's ever been for the fact that he can function so well in the muggle world.

"Two sprites and a large popcorn," Sam orders, looking at you sideways.  He passes you your drink, and nods in the direction of the film.  "Anything else?" he asks before you leave the counter.

Tony shakes his head and smiles at you quickly again before turning to go into the movie. He looks as if he's going to say something as he enters, but instead smiles softly and raises the straw of the drink to his mouth - suddenly more thirsty than he had thought.

Sam motions to some seats on the back row, just before his gaze drops to your mouth on the straw.  He laughs at himself, and where his thoughts so quickly traveled, and moves to sit next to you. 

Tony sinks into the seat and puts his drink into the cup holder, his fingers fidgeting on the armrest. "Um. How long until.." But before he can finish the question the lights go dark in the theater and the previews for coming movies begin.

Sam leans toward you.  "Good timing wasn't it?" he chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink and passing you the popcorn.

Tony laughs softly and takes a few pieces of the corn, blushing in the dark and training his eyes on the screen.

Sam watches your face a moment, shadowed in the dim light.  He gives a happy sigh, and turns his attention to the screen as well.  He reaches over for some popcorn, his fingers brushing yours accidentally.

Almost on instinct Tony's fingertips tangle with yours, and then pull away. He looks over to you shyly, then down into his lap before back to the screen.

Sam smiles at your innocent flirtation, and he takes a long gulp from his straw.  He's anxious suddenly to finish the snack, so he can really lace his fingers through yours.

Tony takes a few more pieces of the corn and passes the tub back to you, finding he wasn't quite as hungry as he had thought, and takes a drink, fingers fidgeting on the armrest again absently before he brushes his hair from his eyes.

Sam, realising you're not going to help him finish, puts the popcorn on the floor.  The credits are just beginning and he realises he's never grown tired of a snack that quickly.  He takes another sip and grins at you.

Your movement in putting the tub of popcorn down catches his eye and he smiles back at you as you sit up, then turns back to the movie, brushing his hair back again when it falls into his eyes.

Sam watches the movement, but resists the urge to reach out and touch your hair. Instead, his hand rests on the chair arm between you.

Tony blushes, but lays his hand down on top of yours tentatively - not looking at you as he does it.

Sam beams at your touch, pleased you made the first move.  He slowly turns his hand over, palm against yours and threads his fingers through your own.

Tony closes his eyes as that, taking just a moment to catch his breath, then opens then again and tries to focus on the movie that's started.

Sam watches the movie, but his attention is focused on you.  He squeezes your hand lightly, a soft smile on his lips, as he watches Meg Ryan's character tell her employees about being stood up.

Becoming more comfortable, Tony actually starts to enjoy the movie - always able to be drawn into them as easily as he's drawn into books. He laughs, along with the rest of the audience, at a particularly funny line - completely unguarded in his enjoyment.

Sam looks at you when you laugh, as if to memorise the sound. He's smiling, as if savouring the unguarded moment.  He turns his eyes back to the movie, thumb rubbing the inside of your palm, unaware of the action.

The gentle touch stops his laughter, and he turns to look at you, his eyes happy - then shy. He squeezes your hand and just looks at you for a moment - rather, awed, by how nice this is.

Sam smiles back, and he winks when you squeeze his hand. With a contented look, his gaze returns to the screen.

Tony blushes slightly, but watches you for a few long moments still before sighing softly - happily - and turning back to the film.

Sam chuckles, the laugh coming from deep in his chest and the corner of his eyes crinkle at the antics on the large screen.

Tony relaxes, resting back in his seat and finishing his soda as the movie progresses. Casting small glances at your hands entwined on the arm rest, but mostly watching the movie go along.

Sam catches most of the movie, ever aware of your presence beside him though.  He leans toward you.  "Having fun?" he whispers.

Tony turns to you, a bit flustered when he realises how close you've leaned, then nods slightly. "Are you?"

"Very much so," Sam answers easily, squeezing your hand again.

Tony squeezes your swallows, turning back to the screen as he does so - just in time to see Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan kiss.

Sam's eyes go to the film at the same moment, and he licks his own lips, thinking of you next to him.  It seems as if the kiss continues much longer than normal.  He continues leaning near you, but his eyes stay on the screen.

Tony swallows again, closing his eyes for just a moment and then training them on the final scene once again - squeezing your fingers slightly.

Exhaling slowly, Sam squeezes your fingers in response.  He wonders if you want to kiss him as much as he wants to snog you, but he doesnt look at you, not yet.

The music signaling the closing credits begins, and Tony exhales a breath he barely knew he was holding, then turns to you and smiles softy. "That was... really good."

"Yeah, but not as good as the company," Sam grins, looking at you.

Tony's smile widens as he blushes and shrugs slightly. "Yeah.. the company made it much better.."

"I love it when you blush," Sam chuckles. "So, now what?"  He doesn't want to say goodnight just yet.

"Um..I guess I could go home. Or..." The small voice in the back of his voice screaming that he does <i>not</i> want to go home yet. "Anything, really... I don't care what we do..."

Sam looks at you carefully, as if to read your mind. "Do you want to go home, or spend more time together?" he finally asks bluntly.

"I don't want to go home." The words very shy - tentative. "But.. um. if you want to.."

Sam grins.  "We can go back to the bookshoppe? And that's not a proposition," he promises.

Tony's eyes widen slightly, but he nods. "Yeah.. Um. That sounds good." Not letting go of you hand yet, because some part of his will just won't let him.

Sam smiles, and moves to stand.  "Can I hold your hand in public?" he asks softly, eyes warm on yours.

Tony meets your eyes and stands too, then looks down blushing - suddenly aware of how close he is to you now. But he squeezes your hand softly and nods. "Of course it is."

Nodding, he grips your hand tighter, and moves to the exit.  "I like my bookshoppe better," he says conversationally as you leave the theatre and make your way through the crowd.

Tony nods too, trailing a half step behind you as you negotiate your way out of the theater, and then he blinks. "Better than what?"

"Than the one in the movie," he winks, at last out on the street.

Tony laughs softly and smiles thru it, shaking his head. "Sorry.. just a little dense. And, yeah. I do to."

"Not at all," Sam grins, moving toward the Leaky Cauldron.

Tony trails beside you, comfortable now with the held hands, and noticing that not many head turn at the two of you walking together like that. "Um.. I guess I didn't see all of the bookshop before. Is there... is there someplace to sit and talk?"

Sam isnt' too surprised by how natural it feels to walk along with you like this. He should be, but he's not.  "Actually, my flat is upstairs, but I can bring down a couple of chairs or even the sofa it you'd be more comfortable in the bookstore."  He squeezes your hand, smiling.

"Um... why? I mean... we could just go upstairs, right?" Then, a quick thought and he bites his lip. "Oh.. I mean. You don't have to show me where you live..or anything..."

Sam throws back his head with a laugh. "I'd love to show you where I live, but I didn't want you to think I was...going to try something.  Yes, it would be easier to go upstairs."  He sees the Leaky Cauldron up ahead. 

Tony smiles softly at that, relaxing. "I didn't think.." He pauses, then shrugs. "I trust you, Sam."

Sam eyes dart to your face quickly, and a slow, wide grin fills his face. "Thank you, Tony. I won't take that lightly," he promises, opening the door to the pub for you.

Tony walks thru the door and toward the floo, turning to smile at you over his shoulder. When you move to stand beside him he shrugs slightly. "I know you wouldnt hurt me."

Sam's eyes widen. "You're exactly right, but don't be so quick to trust most people," he warns you, suddenly feeling protective.  He passes you the bucket of floo powder. "The Book Nook," he tells you, giving directions.

Tony takes a handful of the powder, stepping into the fireplace and then smiling over at you. "I don't usually... trust anyone this soon, that is." Then he shrugs and closes his eyes, as he always does before flooing, and directs himself the Book Nook - stumbling thru your grate at the other side and coughing.

Sam stands there only a moment, blinking at your admission, before following.  He exits shortly behind you and smiles, brushing off his shoulders.

Tony is still brushing the ash from his clothes, hand running over his stomach to get the last of it - his head spinning as always. "Really not my favorite way to travel."

"You won't have to much longer," he grins, picking up a whisk broom from atop the mantle.  "If you'll turn around, I'll clean you off."

Tony looks up at you, his hand stilling on his stomach, then he shrugs and turns his back to you. "Two more years..."

"Not so long. They'll fly by," Sam murmurs, brushing off your shoulders and back gently but briskly.

Tony nods to that then turns to face you, standing close. "Thanks."

Sam catches his breath at your nearness. "You're welcome," he replies softly.

Tony swallows - still for a moment by your soft tone - then smiles softly again and steps back, looking around. "So..."

"So, you've seen the bookstore, so let me show you around upstairs" he invites, moving toward the back of the shoppe.  A soft light glows at the top of a narrow flight of stairs.

Tony blushes but follows a step behind you, his eyes curiously moving over the books that you pass, and then the walls of the stairway. "This really is perfect." He breathes, to himself.

Sam gives you a curious look.  "Did you say something?" he finally asks at the top of the steps.  The top opens onto a large room that's both the living room and dining room/kitchen. A few doors are closed on either side.

"Oh. Um. I said it was...perfect. Downstairs, you know. It's just the perfect type of place to live..." He smiles again and then scans the room he's come into with his eyes, taking it in. "This is nice too."

"I like it," Sam grins, eyes crinkling in the corners and obviously pleased that you like it too.  "Do you want some tea?" he offers.

Tony nods and continues looking around, curious. "That would be...that would be nice." His eyes drawn to the bookshelf, and then he chuckles. "You live over a bookshoppe, you know..."

Sam chuckles as well, as he moves over to brew some tea.  "I could never sell my personal collection though," he points out.  "I'm sure you have your own library too."

"I don't even have room enough for them anymore..." He chuckles again, walking to your bookshelf and scanning the titles. "My mum boxes them up."

Sam gives you a wink. "My bedroom is full of shelves too. And I've quite a few boxes shrunk and up in the attack."  He efficiently prepares a tray of tea. "Sofa or table?" he asks, nodding to the dining table.

Tony blushes slightly at the wink and moves toward the sofa, but then stops. "Which would you rather...? I mean, it doesn't matter.."

"Sofa is more comfortable," he nods, placing the tray on the coffee table.  He pours you a cup and somehow manages to look masculine throughout all these tasks. 

Tony sits, turning and tucking his leg underneath him so that he can face you on the sofa, and watches you pour the tea. "Thank you..." as he takes it, and then smiles across to you. "Um... I didn't really have anything to talk about... really. I just, didn't want to go home yet...."

"You're welcome, and I'm glad. I wanted to spend more time with you too," Sam responds easily.  He watches your smile, and one spreads across his face as well.  "Thank you for going out with me tonight."

"Thank you for asking me. I..." He stops, looking into his tea and smiling. "We've hand this conversation before...."

"It bears repeating," he answers, laughing softly.  "Getting tired of me already then?" he teases softly.

Tony shakes his head, still smiling, and takes a sip of his tea. "Getting tired of me?"

"I suspect that's not possible," Sam grins, giving you another wink.  His finger traces the handle on his tea cup, but he's not really interested in drinking it - he's not really interested in anything but you at the moment.

Tony blushes and takes another sip, then sits his glass back onto the tray and leans against the arm of the sofa. "So..."

"My mum used to always say that that requires a needle and thread," he teases, leaning back comfortably, eyes on you.

Tony laughs at that, softly, and fidgets his fingers against his thigh, looking down into his lap as he blushes. "Yes... but... I bet your mum knew what to say in.. well... in situations like these. I'm just..lost."

His eyes drop to your leg, and he takes a deep breath.  "What kind of situation is this?  Two people that like each other?  We're just getting to know each other.  Don't feel lost," he says softly.  "There's not a wrong way to act if you're being yourself."

Tony shrugs sheepishly, looking back up to you. "I.. I like getting to know you. You're very intriguing..." His fingers still fidgeting, absently, as he reaches with his other hand to brush his hair back.

"I'm intriguing?" Sam laughs.  "How did you figure that?"  His hand reaches out to your hair, but he stops himself and drops it to his lap.

"Just. I've never been so open..with anyone..really. You're so...easy to talk to. And, so interesting. I mean... I feel like I want to read you like a book, or something." He blushes as he says it and then shakes his head at himself, looking back down to his lap - his hair falling forward again. "That sounded dumb."

"You've never sounded dumb," he scoffs and then flashes you a brilliant smile.  "And feel free to read me all you like. I don't mind," he offers. This time, he doesn't resist, and he reaches to brush you hair off your face, and simply feel its texture between his fingers.

Tony looks up as you touch his hair, his eyes closed for a moment, and he sighs softly, then opens them to look at you again. "I'm glad... that you don't mind."

Sam gives you a warm smile.  "I'm touching your hair without asking again," he muses aloud, fingers still stroking the softness.

Tony turns his head into the touch almost cat-like, and smiles at you. "I don't mind."

Sam exhales slowly, and scoots a bit closer to you, his other hand moving to the back of you head, fingering the hair at your neck.  "Good to know," he replies.

Tony takes a soft breath as you move closer, but turns into the petting again and then closes his eyes. "It's nice...No one has ever..."

"Lucky me," he murmurs, placing his hands on either side of your head, content in the simply act of running his fingers through your hair repeatedly.

He wets his lips very quickly with his tongue and then opens his eyes as you say that, questioning. "Lucky?"

His breath hitches when he sees your pink tongue dart out.  "That someone didn't snag you already," he replies finally.  He wants to draw you against his chest, and stroke you hair as long as you'll let him, but realises that's too much too soon.

Tony blushes at that, the red speading slowly, then shrugs. "Well... no one has ever gotten to know me..."

Sam watches your blush, smiling inwardly.  "I want to," he answers.  "I want to know everything about you."

"I'll tell you... I. I'd like that." Closing his eyes again and looking down. "It's just.. it's hard for me. You know?"

Sam reluctantly pulls his hands from your hair, but he reaches for you hands, holding them in his own. "I thought you were comfortable talking to me,"  but its more a question than a statement.  "Am I coming on too strong?"

Tony pouts slightly when your hands pull away, but opens his eyes and smiles when you take his into your own. "I am comfortable.. I just. I'm not used to talking. That game... that stupid game we played over the IM. That's the most anyone has ever.. well, wanted to know about me. Really..."

"Oh, but I want to know so much more," Sam coos, pulling a hand up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles.  "Was it easier playing the game?"

"Um..." His breath catches as you kiss his knuckles and he shivers, just barely. "Um..What? Sorry...I..."

Sam notes your reaction, but isn't sure if your response was positive or frightened.   He lowers your hands, letting them fall between your bodies, still held within his own.  "Did you want to ask me questions again, like we did on the computer?"

Tony blinks, then smiles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I mean. That was really nice. I just can't... think... when you.." Then he shrugs. "Um. Yeah.. that would.. that would work. I guess. To get to know each other. But.. I think it was your turn."

"I think you've cheated enough that its your turn. I think I get to skip one," Sam grins, stroking your knuckles with one thumb.

Tony chuckles at that and smiles. "Actually... um. It was my turn anyway." And he winks, unexpectedly, and blushes again. "Did you like the movie?"

Sam raises an eyebrow and laughs. "Then you get two turns, for trying to cheat again!"  He tilts his head, smiling warmly. "Yes, I liked the movie a lot."

Tony laughs, smiling at you. "At least I told you..." Feeling put at ease by how simple this is, really, and how nice it is to be just sitting and talking with you. "I liked it to. That's one. And...um... okay... Now I have to think.."

Sam winks.  "I'll have to watch you, you little cheat," he chuckles, "because you may not always tell me."  His hand reaches into your hair again, but only for a moment and he clips you gently on the chin, awaiting your next question.

"Um. Why did you decide on Hogsmeade?" Tony smiles, and takes the initiative to cover your hand with his, this time, when it drops back to your lap.

Sam smiles, but his thoughts turn inward. He trusts you, but he can hardly tell you why he's really in Hogsmeade.  He squeezes your hand, pleased that you touched him so willingly.  "Its a nice town, and I missed England."  His answer is honest, if not complete.

Tony looks at you curiously. Expecting something.. well, different, but then shrugs and returns the squeeze. "I'm glad you did..." Blushing slightly. "Your turn."

"I'm glad too," he responds softly.  "So tell me, what's your favourite colour?"

"Blue." He traces his fingertips over your palm, lightly. "True Ravenclaw... I guess. Yours?"

Sam's breath hitches at your tender touch. "Yellow," he finally manages.  "True Hufflepuff."

"Yellow's nice too... As long as your favourite animal isn't a badger..." He chuckles, fingers trailing over your wrist, and he's watching his hand as if it's fascinating to touch you like that. "What type of food do you like?"

Sam laughs again. "I'll give you a bonus, its not a badger.  And my favourite food is fish and chips.  Very British of me isn't it?" he adds with a wink.

Tony laughs. "Pity, really. I can't cook that...." He looks up to you and smiles, fingers still trailing over your hand. "I don't have a favourite type... but, I like fixing Italian..."

Sam leans toward you, only slightly. "You'll cook for me?"  His eyes light up.

Tony blushes. "Sure... I mean. I like to." Squeezing your hand again and smiling at the look in your eyes. "Um. It's your turn."

Sam's eyes sparkle. "I think its yours. You just answered my question," he teases. 

Tony's brow wrinkles for a moment in confusion and then his eyes widen slightly and he slaps at your arm. "Now who's cheating?!" But he laughs.

"Hey, I asked a question! Its not my fault that you didn't notice," he winks.  He leans forward slightly. "And that didn't count as yours," he says pointedly.

Tony rolls his eyes and smiles at you, eyes laughing still and very much at ease now that you've started joking. He squeezes your fingers slightly and shrugs. "Fine. Um... Who was your best friend in school?"

"Maggie Stebbins," he replies and something flickers in his eyes for a moment before he blinks it away.  "And yours is Kevin?"  He wonders if he kisses you, even a peck, if you'll get the wrong idea again. His eyes drop to your mouth.

Tony nods. "My only friend... really... besides you." Smiling shyly and biting his lip the tiniest bit. "Now, your turn."

"What's your favourite book?"  He loves looking at you smile.

"Oh, now, that's not fair...." Tony rolls his eyes again and chuckles. "How could I pick one?"

Sam nods.  "I couldnt' either. That wasn't fair was it?"  He brushes some hair off your face.

Tony's breath catches and he turns into the touch again, then nods slightly. "No.... Ask another one." But his voice is lower, caught off guard and enjoying your hand in his hair again.

"Do you like it when I touch you hair as much as I like touching it?"  His eyes are warm on your face, the tone of your voice affecting him.

"Yes." And the word is barely a breath this time as your fingers thread thru his hair again. He smiles softly. "Was that your question?"

"Yes," he grins, "but that doesn't count as yours."  He slides his hand to the back of your head, smoothing over your hair.

"Um.. I.." He closes his eyes, trying to think of something with your hand stroking his hair - finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on anything but that. "Have you ever been in love?" And he certainly didn't mean to say <i>that</i>!

Sam blinks, surprised. His hand stills a moment. "Yes, he finally answers. "Once, a long time ago."  But I could be again soon, he silently adds to himself.  "Have you?" he asks, knowing the answer.

Tony opens his eyes and nods, worried at your stilled hand and wondering if he's crossed a line. "I.. I didn't mean to offend you or..."

Sam shakes his head. "You didn't offend me at all," he's quick to assure you. "I told you that you can ask me anything, and I meant it."  His hand resumes its motions.  His eyes widen. "Did you just nod that you <i>have</i> been in love?"

Tony blinks, then blushes. "No. I just... sorry.. I was worried that you were upset..."

"I'm not upset at all," Sam answers.  "You just caught me off guard."  He smiles softly.

Tony bites his lip and smiles shyly back, and looks down into his lap. "Sorry. Anyway... And. That question about me nodding doesn't count as yours."

"Don't apologise," he whispers, tilting your chin up with his fingers.  "Can I kiss you if I promise to only make it a peck? Or will you think I'm only after one thing?"

Tony's eyes widen and he shivers slightly at just the thought of it. Tensing immediately in expectation and, yes, nervousness. "I.. you can..I don't think you're just after that, really. I told you... I trust you." Blushing redder as he talks, but looking into your eyes.

Sam isn't sure he likes your answer of not.  "I'm very glad you trust me," he decides to focus on the positive.  "Your turn."

Tony blinks. "You're not going to...." And then he shakes his head slightly. "Oh.. you were just... asking your question. I get it..."

Sam leans toward you. "I intend to act on it, but you seem a bit tense right now," he points out.  He sighs, watching your face. "Its still your turn."

"I've just... I've never..." He takes a breath and tries to will himself to relax, to think clearly - and fails miserably at it  before he looks into your eyes again. "Would you... kiss me?" Blushing even further and his words barely more than a shy, nervous whisper now.

Sam's breath hitches audibly and he finally says 'yes,' almost with a hiss.  He leans forward, but not before sliding both hands into your hair again.  He presses his lips to yours, the softest whisper of a touch, and lingers.

Tony draws in a quick shallow breath as your hands slide to his hair, breathing out against your lips as they touch his. He tenses, closing his eyes and not knowing at all what to do - just letting his lips press against yours softly.

Sam increases the pressure only lightly, rubbing back and forth against your lips.  He doesn't want to move to fast, and actually, he's surprised how very satisfying this simple kiss can be.

Tony shivers, pressing his lips more firmly against yours instinctively. His eyes flutter open, and then close again. His hand raises then drops back to his lap, and some hazy part of his brain wonders if it's okay to touch you.

Sam's fingers curl gently into your hair, and he leans back just barely an inch.  "More?" he asks softly, unwilling to push you.

Tony doesn't open his eyes or nod, just leans toward you and closes the space himself without thinking, his lips pressing soft against yours. Still not quite sure what he's supposed to do - but he likes the feeling of your lips on his.

Sam takes that as an unqualified yes and one hand drops to your waist, holding you lightly.   Your lips are so soft, and he savours the feel of them against his for several longs moments before snaking his tongue out for a brief touch.

Tony is content just to press his lips to yours, and when your hand drops to his waist he shivers and moves his to rest on your arm, softly. <i>Gods this is...</i> But then your tongue touches his lips and he gasps against your mouth.

Sam retreats his tongue, but doesn't break the kiss. He again brushes his lips against yours and sighs as well, especially when you finally touch his arm.

Tony's hand slides up your arm tentatively, resting finally on your shoulder. He smiles, shy and soft, against your lips and leans away a fraction. "Wow.." The word just a breath.

"Mmmhmmm, yes, very," Sam murmurs in response. He smiles back at you and drops his hand from your hair, both now on your waist.

Tony's fingers fidget at your shoulder, and he blushes softly again, but doesnt take his eyes from yours. "Thank you."

Sam blinks, but then he grins.  "What are you thanking me for? I should be thanking you."

Tony shakes his head at that and his shy smile widens a bit, but he doesn't know what to say.

Sam tilts his head, resting his forehead on yours.  "That was very nice," he smiles.  "And thank you for trusting me to let me kiss you."

Tony sighs happily and nods against your forehead. "It was.. and... I trust you. Completely. Really."

"Does this mean you'll go out with me again?" he teases gently, hand still holding your waist.

Tony nods again, smiling and moving his hand at your shoulder to stroke softly at the ends of your hair. "Yes."

"That feels nice," Sam sighs happily.  "So when?"

Tony strokes more firmly thru your hair and smiles at your encouragement. "Um.. When do you want to?"

"Tomorrow, the next day..the day after that," he teases, but he's more than a bit serious.  Sam hasn't felt this way with someone in a long time, and its almost like an addiction.

Tony blushes and bumps his forehead with yours. "You don't .. mean that."

Sam leans back to look into your eyes, his own brown ones sincere.  "I don't?" he asks, mildly surprised.

Tony blinks and smiles shyly again, his hand stilling in your hair. "You do?"

Its a good thing I learned self control long ago, he thinks with relief.  "I wouldn't have said something like that if I didn't mean it. I don't tease about things like that."

That sounds like being his...boyfriend...or something... Tony thinks, and the thought makes him both smile and blush as he looks at you. "I'm... Thank you...I mean.. that you like me that much."

"You don't have to thank me for liking you. Its very easy to do. I think you have to be one of the sweetest people I've ever met."  Sam's tone is honest, free of any teasing.  He wonders idly if you like him <i>that</i> much.

"Good, because I really... " He pauses, stroking at your hair again and trying to decide how to say what he wants. "I told Kevin.. when we were talking about you. That I. Um. That I wouldn't mind seeing you all the time. You know?"

Sam's eyes sparkle at you.  "I wasn't sure actually, so that's lovely to hear."  He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your nose.

Tony laughs softly at that and moves, turning his lips up to catch yours and press against them.

You catch Sam by surprise, but he doesn't mind at all. He's smiling against your lips when you first kiss him, but he soon turns more serious.

Tony's hand strokes thru your hair again, sliding to cup your head the way you had his and he sighs against your lips.

Sam loves your hand in his hair, and he tilts his head toward you.  This time, his tongue traces your bottom lip.

Tony smiles softly into the kiss, but isn't surprised this time. The sighs again, tentatively snaking his tongue to touch yours slightly.

Sam moans in response, his tongue tasting yours for the first time.  He meets your own, not tentative at all.

Tony smiles and leans away from you again, his hand still locked in your hair. "Wow."

"Very wow," Sam echoes his earlier agreement.  "You know, don't hesitate to do that anytime you want," he invites you with a wink.

Tony smiles at that and leans his forehead against yours, like you did to him. "You don't still think. Um.. that I think you only want..." He stops, fingering your hair again and sighing.

"No, I don't. I was quite foolish to even think you'd have any kind of ulterior motive.  You're not that kind of person."  He smiles, somewhat apologetically.

Tony chuckles. "You thought... <i>I</i> had an ulterior motive?"

Sam shakes his head, enjoying the contact with you.  "Not exactly, and not for long, but I did wonder, at first, if you're only interest with a relic like me involved getting some experience."

Tony frowns slightly, but doesn't move back. "I. No. I mean... I want... If you... But that's not the only. I didn't even think of that." And he knows he's stuttering, but he hopes you're used to it now.

Sam digests all that you just said, and swallows at the 'I want..'   "I don't think that anymore," he assures you. 

Tony does lean away then, smiling softly, and catches your eyes with his. "Good."

"I think we understand each other much better now," Sam sounds pleased. He reaches for your hand, twining his fingers in yours.

Tony nods and twines his fingers with yours, his smile widening. Then his brow furrows, again. "What does this mea... I mean... what are we, now?"

Sam looks confused a moment before grinning. "What do you want it to mean?" he asks smoothly.

Tony bites his lip but shrugs, squeezing your fingers again. He doesn't say anything, just looks down at your entwined fingers.

Sam tilts your chin up with his fingertips, touch tender. "You don't ever have to be embarrassed with me," he promises you. 

"I'm.. I'm not. I just... " He shrugs again, then smiles shyly to you, "I just don't know. I mean.. I know you don't expect anything from me..."

"Well, I'm rather expecting you to go out with me more," he points out with a smile in return.

Tony chuckles and nods. "I mean... aside from that. I..." He sighs, exasperated at himself, and squeezes your fingers again. "You know what I meant."

"I'm trying to figure out what you meant before that," he reminds you.  He begins to stroke your palm with the pad of his thumb.

"I meant.." He sighs, then smiles as he watches your hand. "I meant. Like.. if. when, I introduce you to people. I say... this is Sam... my... what?"

Sam gives you a slow smile and clears his throat. "Well now, answer me this then...do you plan to date anyone else?"

Tony blushes but meets your eyes, shaking his head slightly. "I won't want to."

Sam's smile brightens.  "Then I guess you'd call me your boyfriend," he surmises. "Unless you don't want that kind of commitment with a bloke you've known so short a time."

Tony's smile widens and he, on impulse, leans to press his lips to yours quickly. "I would like that." He says, leaning back.

Sam beams.  "I'd like it too," he admits, still holding your hand.

A clock chimes somewhere in your flat, and Tony sighs, looking at you and then down to his watch. "I... I should go... I guess."

Sam sighs unhappily. "I don't want you to get into trouble. Do you have a curfew?"  He stands slowly, reaching a hand to you.

"Sort of... " He frowns. "I just... don't want to have to answer too many questions tomorrow...." And he takes your hand and pulls himself to his feet, leaning against you as he does.

Sam rubs a palm up and down your back when you settle against him.  "How soon until we can see each other again?"

Tony smiles at that, leaning his head into your neck for a moment, his breath ghosting against the skin, then leans back and shrugs. "I'm..not sure. Soon, though. I... I want to see you..."

Sam wonders if you have any idea what you do to him.  "Just let me know," he grins, taking your hand and moving toward the stairs.

Tony follows you to the stairs, holding your hand seeming almost.. natural, now.. and he wonders at that but smiles. "I'll probably... be online... tonight, or something..."

"Anytime you are, and you see me, just ping me, okay?"  He moves slowly toward the fireplace when you reach the bottom floor, as if reluctant to let you leave so soon.

Tony moves slowly too, not wanting to leave either but knowing he should. At the fireplace he turns and smiles at you, a brighter smile than you've seen before tonight, and leans against you again. "I had a really... amazing, time."

"I wanted you to," Sam sighs happily. "And I did too."  He lifts a hand to stroke your hair off your face once more just before kissing your cheek lightly.

Tony smiles and turns his face to yours, more confidant now about moving to kiss you. His free hand goes to your waist and rests there - soft against your shirt.

Sam's kiss is his most tender yet, and his fingers rest on your cheek as he pressing his lips against yours.  He doesn't hesitate to open his mouth, moving his tongue toward your own.

And Tony feels almost like he's getting the hang of this, opening his mouth as your tongue touches his lips, his hand on your waist clenching just slightly in your shirt.

Sam moans softly into your mouth, surprised and pleased at the ease of your response.  He finally breaks away, albeit unwillingly.  "Soon," he whispers.

Tony nods stepping back after a few more moments and stepping into the floo. "Yeah.. soon." Before directing himself back to the Leaky Cauldron.