Summer's Voicemail.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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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[somethingwithturquoise]

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.

[stykera]

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.