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Summer's Voicemail.

"Uh, yeah, this is Summer's voicemail. Who the hell calls people anymore? Just text me. But I guess if you insist on being weird and living in the dark ages, go ahead and leave me a message. And I'll text you back, like normal people do. Okay? Cool. I mean, the government is probably tapping all of our conversations anyway, but whatever."

*BEEEEEEEP*

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Stark, feeling very pleased with himself for having arranged this little trip, sent a text sometime Saturday afternoon.

we are going somewhere warm tomorrow morning don't forget the cute swimsuit

And Summer, very pleased with herself for having apparently inspired Stark to action and with Stark for actually doing the thing was...intrigued. Touched. Flattered. And almost even impressed enough to admit it!

ARE WE?? she texted back eagerly. do i get to know WHERE or is it a SURPRISE??

Summer had inspired action and initiative. She was such a good influence on Stark in so many ways.

We are!😁 Stark responded quickly. do you want a surprise? it could be a surprise if you want but it's warm and there is a beach and there are pools

And Summer fucking loved action and initiative. Especially when that action and initiative meant getting away somewhere awesome for a holiday to avoid her family in style.

will there also be DRINKS by said pools and beach?

as many drinks as you like and there can be drinks in the room it is a very nice room

It was a ridiculous room, honestly. Especially for only a few days.

there is a private pool for just us

But it only being for a few days meant that you didn't have to worry about it losing its glamour after a while!

Summer bit her lip a little, as she started to imagine just what this little Christmas get-away Stark had gone and taken the initiative to go and plan for them, and a horrible/terrible/wonderful/fantastic idea started to formulate in her head.

there's only one problem tho.....

what's wrong??

Could you hear Stark's face fall from upstairs, Summer? Could you?

Summer could! Because Summer had been practically listening for it, and she just sort of reveled in it for a moment. Maybe make him sweat a little bit up there, too, before she finally responsed.

i don't think I can pick WHICH of all my cute swimsuits i should bring. do u think u could help me decide?

Could you hear Summer's eyelashes batting over her oh-so-innocent expression from downstairs, Stark? Could you?

Summer was a cruel, tyrannical mistress. Stark loved every moment of it.

i can comedownstairs rightnow

There was a good wait before Summer's next response came in, which no doubt only added a sense of distress in wondering if he should just come downstairs to the matter, too.

But not even Summer was so skilled in texting that she could text back while changing clothes.

no no no, she finally replied, u don't have to go thru all that trouble when i can just send u

And that was when the next text was an image of Summer, posing very skillfully, in one such swimsuit.

haven't had a chance to wear this one anywhere yet. what do u think?

Stark had stared at his phone, just waiting for a response and was about to send another when Summer's response finally arrived.

yes yes yes i like that one

It covered just enough of her middle to be intriguing.

Again, there was another bit of a wait before the next response came in. Again, because Summer's hands were busy with undressing and dressing again.

u sure? because i do also have this one

Which, of course, was followed by another picture.

Had Summer finally started to pick up on Stark's certain affinity for cutouts and was strategically upping the ante? Or was it mere coincidence? Who was to say?

Cutouts just begged to be touched and Stark was very tactile when he thought he was allowed to be.

yes pleaseyes i like that one very mcuh

He was very tempted to go running down the stairs right now.

God, this was almost too easy. Summer might even feel a little bad about it.

Wait. No, she didn't.

but maybe pink is too expected?.

She should definitely see what he thought with a little blue thrown in.

Stark felt pretty good about it, honestly.

i liek the ties that is very good too these re all good bring all of them

"Yeah, you would like the ties," Summer snorted a little as she read Stark's response, and also thought about just why he'd like tues, and realized she liked the ties an awful lot now, too.

There wasn't as much of a wait with the next one, since she had only half a bikini to worry about, and the next picture was of her in just a pair of black bottoms (with ties!).

And nothing else, but one arm crossed over her chest to cover herself artfully while her other hand held out her phone for the picture.

i like this one too but i seem to have lost the top! 😪

It was too bad Summer couldn't hear the little noise that Stark made when he opened that message. It was a good noise. She'd probably hear it plenty of times in the next few days.

wehave a privte poool bring that too i thinki should ocome downstarsnow

His typing was getting worse with each photo. How mysterious.

It was truly an enigma for the ages. But one that had Summer feeling very proud of herself.

r u gonna help me find it maybe?

There was no text response to that question. There was just a lull, just long enough for Stark to leave his own apartment, run down a flight of stairs, and knock once on Summer's door.

"Yes," was all he said, trying the doorknob and finding it unlocked.

And here Summer had just finished unlocking the door and was about to send him a text, in the absence of a response, to let him know it was unlocked, when the door just opened.

So good thing it was Stark, considering she was still wearing nothing but the black bathing suit bottoms. Not even an arm across her breasts or anything, either. Just a grin on her face, and a hand went to her hip as she said, "Hello, Stark."

"Summer."

No hello this time. Just her name and a look that was not at all respectful as he shut the door and locked it behind him.

"You should bring this suit too."

And then there was nothing to do but close the distance between them and kiss her and show her just how much he appreciated this particular look and the access it provided.

And Summer was absolutely going to let Stark do his thing there, because any reaction that wan't that response would have been wholly disappointing and practically unacceptable.

"So you liked the suits?" she asked.

Eventually.

Well, he never wanted to disappoint.

"Very much," Stark said fervently. "So much. Bring them all. Please."

So what if that meant more than one suit in a day? There were multiple pools and a beach!

"Love your suits. Love you." He was going to prove that now, if he could. Or at least reinforce the idea. "Couch." It was a suggestion that was almost a demand. Almost.

So what he was saying was she should just wear them all at the same time. Got it.

And almost a demand was still more of a demand than Summer was used to getting out of Stark, so she was snaking her arms around his shoulders, hand at the back of his neck, to kissing him again. She pressed her bare chest into him, with a soft approving hum. Then, trying to not break the kiss as much as possible, she began to pull him back toward that couch, to pull him down with her as she laid back onto it.

Look, maybe Stark wanted to unwrap Summer for Christmas. Maybe he was going to. Who could say for sure?

"Perfect," Stark breathed out once he broke off the kiss. He had to. He couldn't keep his mouth on hers and kiss his way down her chest at the same time.

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