somethingwithturquoise | Some Space Bar in some Space Galaxy; Dimension FH-001; Friday Evening [05/12].

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Some Space Bar in some Space Galaxy; Dimension FH-001; Friday Evening [05/12].

Summer and Stark were, at this point, on their third space bar, and the evening had been going well. There was a little bit of space shopping before hand, to ensure that they looked their space best, and the first two space bars had been great. This one, however, was not impressing Summer very much, so it might not be too long before they found their way to Space Bar #4. She was pretty sure those were strands of 'Get Schwifty' mixed into whatever god-awful dub-step garbage the DJ was pumping out, and she was having some issues with the jerk bartender.

"That's so speciesist!" she declared. "You can't just assume I can't handle it just because I'm from Earth. I once huffed an entire K-Zax Array!"

"You huffed a Marlazzeh Gay?"

"No!" said Summer. "Well...maybe. I've had some pretty wild weekends lately, but what I said was K-Zax Array! Do you know what that is? That's like smoking The Ring, okay? Most pilots die after three days!"

"I still can't serve that to Earthlings. Federation law."

"Bitch," said Summer, "I destroyed the Federation!"

The bartender looked unimpressed.

"Ugh! Fine! Just...get me two of those glowing smoking ones in the fancy glasses, then, I guess."

And, once she had those two glowing smoking drinks in the fancy glasses, she drifted back over to where Stark was waiting to hand him one and then liberally take a drink from her own. "That bartender," she announced, "sucks. I swear to god, if you tip him over ten percent, I'm leaving you here."

She knew it would probably be impossible to convince Stark not to tip at all, so she figured that was a good compromise.

"....okay, fifteen percent," she allowed, looking at her drink, impressed, "because, damn, that's actually really good. Or I'm already really drunk. One of the two."

[[ for the egregiously modded alien with her, and NFB for distance, obvi ]]

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Summer had yet to give him any reason not to trust her. He hoped she wasn't going to.

Stark gave a little shiver as his mask was removed.

"What did you... oh. Oh." He looked back up at the ball, then watched the light playing around the ship and on Summer's face. "That's new. That's... it's pretty."

He kept that side of his face covered so often. He didn't really think about doing pretty things with that part of himself.

Summer grinned as she watched that moment of realization cross Stark's face, and she lifted her eyes back up to the results of their combined brilliance, her arms going back around his shoulders, mask still dangling from one of her hands, since putting it down would mean pulling away.

"We have got to do this high next time," she decided.

"Next time?" Stark echoed hopefully. "We can do this again?"

There was no reason to think they wouldn't but he didn't want to presume anything.

"I'd like that. Do you... is your couch comfortable? If we laid down..."

"Tired from dancing already, Stark?" asked Summer, unable to help herself, especially with how proud she was feeling right now at that dumb idea turning out so well.

"I'm not tired at all," Stark said. "I thought if I were laying on my back, then the light..."

He looked up at the ball, then back at Summer, smiling hesitantly.

"It might be even prettier?"

And hey, if they were laying down who knows what might happen...

Summer realized that this did make actually looking at Stark a little more difficult, what with all the glowing, and made a mental note about maybe, like, sunglasses or something next time. But she smiled, shrugging a shoulder.

"Sure," she said, and the music had moved on again, and she stepped back a little, dragging her free hand over his shoulder and down his arm until she had her hand, to slowly pull him along with her as she back up toward the sofa. "Why not? Worth a try, right?" Her smile went a little rueful. "It's kind of small, though."

Definitely not as nice as her couch back home, and much more prone to wine stains. Not that that was likely to be a factor here.

He could make the glow less intense but that would rather defeat the purpose of removing the mask for the disco ball.

"I'm sure," Stark said, voice low, "we can manage to fit if we try, Summer."

He let himself be pulled toward the the couch before maneuvering so that he could sink down onto it first and tug her down with him.

And there in the back of her ship, somewhere in the amorphous space between a little tipsy and very drunk, with some slow and sultry music and surrounded by light glittering of the disco ball, Stark didn't have to tug very hard at all. Summer settled smoothly, easily, straddling his lap as she faced him, arms immediately wrapping around his shoulders again.

"Mm, you're right," she said, wiggling, a little unfairly, into a comfortable position, "plenty of room."

Though maybe not so much room between them now as she as she leaned in to kiss him again.

Stark let out an appreciative groan, one hand going up to the back of Summer's head and immediately into her hair and the other sliding down to rest on her hip briefly before moving to the small of her back.

"Perfect," he said when he finally took a breath.

Sorry, Summer, but he was going to hold you right there even if now you couldn't see the disco ball at all.

Oh? Was there a disco ball? Summer's attention had clearly shifted onto something else now, anyway. First and foremost, taking that moment to not only catch her breath, but to also do them both a big favor by freeing her hair from its ponytail now and getting that out of the way.

There was and there was a mask, somewhere.

That was unimportant. Summer being right there and taking her hair down was much more important.

"Summer." His voice was still low and he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing on this beautiful planet before getting his hand firmly into her hair and leaning forward to meet her for another kiss.

Summer's hips rocked forward a little, with a soft moan for the sound of her name in that tone, and she was going to respond with Stark's name in kind, but before she could get it out, he was kissing her again, and that was fine. That worked, too. That worked better, actually, and she shifted to get even closer, kissing him back eagerly, bringing up a hand to cradle the side of his face where the mask usually was, brushing her thumb against his cheek and enjoying the rare sensation of feeling skin there instead of metal.

Stark let out a little needy sound at the motion of Summer's hips.

He had no intention of letting her go anytime soon though there were far too many clothes between them and that would need to be dealt with soon. For now he was going to lean his face into her hand and tighten his hand in her hair.

Summer tilted her head back a little into that handful of her hair, her own hand sliding down his neck, then to the back of his head, and she smirked faintly.

"Come on," she said, "don't be so shy, Stark. You can pull a little harder than that."

"If you like," Stark responded eagerly, doing just that.

With her head tilted back her neck was very inviting and he pressed a few soft kisses there before daring a little nip.

"Better?"

"Mmmm."

Yes. Much. She didn't even have to goad him there to her neck like shet thought she would.

But what she said was, "A little," as she brushed her fingers at the nape of his neck encouragingly.

"I can do better than a little," Stark said, not quite growling. He bit a little harder this time before pausing.

"Summer. Should I do this somewhere it won't be seen?"

Maybe not being serious meant you couldn't go leaving a mark on someone's neck no matter how hard you wanted to.

"It is getting to be too late in the season for turtlenecks," Summer mused.

Just ignore that very encouraging moan and the way her back arched to press her body even closer into Stark's when that next bite hit.

Moaning like that was unfair. Moving like that was unfair and Stark was very aware of the fact that Summer was in his lap and could tell exactly how unfair her actions were when he lifted his hips in turn.

He wanted to tell her she didn't have to wear one, or any sort of top at all. All he managed was growling out her name against her neck before grazing his teeth against that spot again.

Oh, the audacity! Mentioning unfairness when he wasn't even the one wearing a space dress that was far too short to begin with, well before getting into any straddling laps or rocking hips.

That next bite was met with a sound half laugh, half delighted gasp. Summer tilted jer head back more, eagerly, and the hand at the back of Stark's head pulled him in to hold him there more firmly for a little while.

The space dress was a perfect length, in Stark's opinion, though it was in the way at the moment. He'd get to that soon. First he had to make sure to leave some visible proof on Summer's neck of just how much he appreciated this ~~date~~ excursion.

Once he was satisfied with his work there he pressed a very gentle kiss to the forming bruise then pulled back to grin smugly at Summer. He untangled his hand from her hair then moved both hands to her thighs, fingers stopping just below the hem of that dress.

"Please?"

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