somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Saturday Evening [03/11].

Having Annie back had been such a relief that Summer hadn't even really realized how much she'd been suppressing how worried she'd been until she didn't have to worry anymore, and the tension she'd been carrying on her shoulders got a whole lot lighter. And since it had been fairly early when she did come over, Summer was able to use that evening after she left to get some good ass sleep and woke up feeling...well, there was still a lingering trace of a hangover in there, but it was reduced to a dull murmur rather than the intrusive roar it had been yesterday.

And then she was thinking about the fact that her mere two glasses yesterday, bolstering her girl talk with ice cream instead, had barely put a dent in the amount of sangria she had made for last night's original plans, and then the remade plans with that guy from Tinder she'd been jerking around with rescheduling, and figured, fuck it, he was getting jerked around a little more and she canceled, with the promise to really make it up to him if he was willing to meet up on Monday instead.

Like, really make it up to him...

And, with that squared away, she felt a...slight moment of hesitation, before sending out another text:

u still have those cupcakes?

[[ for the recipient of said text, of course~ And it gets a little NSFW-y, who would have ever thouuuuuught?? ]]

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Stark was not ticklish, at least not there. He responded by sliding his hand farther up her back and burying his other hand further into her hair and softly groaning out her name.

"Mmmm." At the sound of her name, Summer hummed softly against Stark's lips and shifted a little, just enough to better accommodate to these roving hands, and if she just so happened to have pressed her chest against Stark's a little more than necessary in the process, then, oh well. Couldn't have been helped.

"Stark," she said his name in return, grinning as she pulled back from the kiss, enough to grin at him, enough to look him in the eye, her fingers at the nape of his neck moving in circles, playing at the strap there. "How long have you been wanting to do this for? Be honest."

"Too long, Summer," Stark said a little breathlessly. He did enjoy people playing with that strap and he very much enjoyed Summer being this close and he let his hand fall from her hair so it could slide under her shirt with the other. "Too long. I just...I didn't think..."

He didn't think it would ever happen except in the case of something like mistletoe. He'd very much enjoyed the mistletoe in December.

There was another soft, approving hum and an incredibly pleased smiled spread across Summer's face. "That's a good answer," she said, and a good answer like that needed to be rewarded with another long, deep kiss that was definitely taking its time before she pulled away again, catching his eye again to look at him intensely, imploringly.

"Promise not to be weird about this later," there was another kiss, to make the request hopefully a little more palatable, "okay?"

A tall order, probably, she knew, but she felt she had to at least throw it out there.

He wasn't being very weird around Gladio but he was definitely leaning toward the weird end of things with Raiden and Eric. He would definitely be weird at Margo.

But what if he got weird about it now in a fun way?

"I'll try. I promise I'll try."

Was now a good time to try and pull her into his lap? He was going to try that after sliding his hands to her hips.

Summer let herself be pulled, shifting and adjusting until she was straddling Stark's lap; at some point, her other hand had made the trek back up, so that both of them were now resting against the back of his neck, as she squinted her eyes, somewhat skeptically, at him for a moment.

"....good enough," she finally decided, after probably far too long, but her hands dropped away from Stark's neck to the hem of her shirt, so she could pull it up, pull it off and toss it aside as she went in to kiss him again, while her hands went pawing around to do the same to his shirt.

"Are you sure?" Stark asked between kisses, leaning forward and raising his arms to assist with shirt removal and staring at her not at all respectfully.

Sure that trying was enough, sure she wanted to remove clothing, sure she wanted to be doing any of this?

Summer's first impulse was to give a resounding no, not even a little, with a laugh and a fuck it, anyway, but she took a moment, once she cleared Stark's shirt away and tossed it aside, to run her hands down his chest and really reminded herself who it was she was straddling right now.

"I'm sure," she said, smiling faintly, and kissing him before he had a chance to protest or argue or for her to change her mind.

It was a good thing she reigned in that impulse. Might have been a little bit of a mood killer.

"So am I," he said firmly. "Very sure."

Even if he couldn't quite believe it was happening. He ran his hands up her sides, just brushing his fingers gently along the newly bared skin without breaking off the latest kiss.

MHA #4; Saturday Evening [03/11].

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