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MHA #4; Saturday Morning [07/06].
Jul. 6th, 2024 05:10 amSummer found herself slipping out of sleep and desperate to cling onto it a little bit longer. With a little protesting sound, she shifted a little, curling into the body of her husband wrapped around her and tried to get at least five more minutes. After all, at any moment, one of the kids would probably start some chaos downstairs or, even worse, come busting in, and she would once again have to get on Luke's case about--
--wait a second. Summer, still refusing to open her eyes, frowned a little. She wasn't at home, she was at the Fandom reunion this weekend. And her husband was distinctly not here with her, it had been a whole big blow-up argument because it happened to fall on the same weekend as his big writer's retreat in Montana. So, if she was back on the island and he was in Montana, then...
"Oh. Mygod."
Summer Anderson was now fully, completely, terribly awake.
"Fuck," she whispered, while her brain chorused with a subsequent series of increasingly more panicked fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfucks. Followed by a groan, because, jesus christ, Summer, really? Fucking really? Couldn't even wait until the second day to cheat on your husband, huh? You just had to hit that shit right out the gate?
Whatever. She was soooo sure that Luke was doing a ton of 'writing' at his little 'retreat,' too. Ugh.
Either way, Summer needed to deal with this while not still mired in the bed of her infidelity. A subtle glance over her shoulder revealed who she had apparently slept with last night (oh, god, really, Summer? If you were going to hook up with an ex, it couldn't have been the super-genius gazillionaire, huh??), and realized that it was now even more imperative than ever to try and slip out of here unnoticed. Get dressed. Get some coffee. Maybe pretend like none of this had ever happened.
Carefully as she could, she wriggled her way out of Stark's arms and out of the bed and started to pick around for some clothes, with a few moments of staring at what else had been scattered around the room, because, okay, wow, some of this shit she hadn't done in years, good for her on that, at least...
[[ for the ex-boyfriend, omg. ]]
--wait a second. Summer, still refusing to open her eyes, frowned a little. She wasn't at home, she was at the Fandom reunion this weekend. And her husband was distinctly not here with her, it had been a whole big blow-up argument because it happened to fall on the same weekend as his big writer's retreat in Montana. So, if she was back on the island and he was in Montana, then...
"Oh. Mygod."
Summer Anderson was now fully, completely, terribly awake.
"Fuck," she whispered, while her brain chorused with a subsequent series of increasingly more panicked fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfucks. Followed by a groan, because, jesus christ, Summer, really? Fucking really? Couldn't even wait until the second day to cheat on your husband, huh? You just had to hit that shit right out the gate?
Whatever. She was soooo sure that Luke was doing a ton of 'writing' at his little 'retreat,' too. Ugh.
Either way, Summer needed to deal with this while not still mired in the bed of her infidelity. A subtle glance over her shoulder revealed who she had apparently slept with last night (oh, god, really, Summer? If you were going to hook up with an ex, it couldn't have been the super-genius gazillionaire, huh??), and realized that it was now even more imperative than ever to try and slip out of here unnoticed. Get dressed. Get some coffee. Maybe pretend like none of this had ever happened.
Carefully as she could, she wriggled her way out of Stark's arms and out of the bed and started to pick around for some clothes, with a few moments of staring at what else had been scattered around the room, because, okay, wow, some of this shit she hadn't done in years, good for her on that, at least...
[[ for the ex-boyfriend, omg. ]]
