MHA #4; Sunday Morning [08/13].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So. Yesterday had been a whole thing, huh? The last couple of weeks, really, had been, more so in the last few days, but clearly, in the aftermath of everything that had gone down, yesterday definitely stuck out, and Summer hadn't even really talk with Stark too much about what all had happened. But it was pretty clear, from the moment she found him waiting for her at her door, and even just the way he'd kissed her, that this was going to require some tenderness and delicacy that she didn't really feel came naturally to her, but she was clearly willing to give it a try.

So they didn't really talk and they just sort of held each other until they fell asleep there on the couch, and then moved over to the bedroom once Stark had woken up startled and screaming, and there was one more instance of that once they'd relocated, too.

So Summer was yawning and tired and looking forward to come coffee when she woke up that morning, this time without any shouting or nightmares pulling her out of it, and carefully slipped out of bed to let Stark sleep some more while she went into the kitchen to start digging around and seeing what she might have for making breakfast. She wanted to make a nice big breakfast, too, eggs, pancakes, potatoes, sausage, the shebang, since, in what little they did talk about, he'd mentioned only having food cubes for the past few days. And she knew that, when Stark eventually did wake up and she wasn't there, he was probably going to panic a little, but she felt that was important, too. He'd panic, but then he'd realize where he was, and that everything was fine, and come to that conclusion on his own, without having to lean on her entirely, like a crutch.

So she was making breakfast. And she was chugging coffee almost as fast as she could make it. And she was occasionally checking out some of her scratches to make sure none of them were getting, like, gross or infected or anything. And she was thinking about some stuff between pancake flips and cracking eggs.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Of course I do," Summer started to answer, "do you think--"

And then, next thing she knew, she was being pulled in for a kiss, which, first of all, don't ask someone something, Stark, and then kiss them before they could answer, because rude. But also,like, second of all...

...it was fine, because even just shades of that desperation from last night's kiss was enough to pull her over to not caring about anything else. In fact, she was just going to go ahead and make this easier and less awkward for the both of them by crawling up onto Stark, strattling his lap and cradling his face in her hands, to return the kiss better and in kind.

[stykera]

Stark could be a little rude, as a treat?

"I love you," he breathed out, pulling back just enough to repeat that.

Could he prove it with kisses? He was going to try. Kisses and a hand in her hair and the other behind her back to support her.

She'd said it back and that was more than he'd dared hope for.

[somethingwithturquoise]

She had said it back, and now Summer was also kissing Stark back with as much fervor as he was giving, until she pulled back a little. Her hands stayed on his face, and she bit her lower lip as she looked at him, eyes bright from the rush and thrill of it.

"How long have you been wanting to say that?"

Inquiring egos needed to know!

[stykera]

"Too long," Stark told her.

It was an echo of another time on this couch. Months ago when all this had really started.

"A long time. I've known for a long time. But I didn't want to, to ruin anything. But... months." At least.

"And you?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know but maybe this was a time for honesty. It seemed like it was and she was looking at him like that and she was on his lap and everything was right for the moment.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I don't know," Summer admitted, with a small shrug of her shoulder and her smile gone a little apologetic. "I don't really think about it as much as you do."

Nobody thought about most things as much as Stark did.

"I just know that I do."

[stykera]

"But you do," Stark said, reaching up for her hand as he turned his head to kiss her palm. "And I do. I don't need to think about that."

He thought too much about everything. He knew that. He'd thought too much about saying this but feeling it had just happened.

"And it doesn't matter how long. That you do at all is...it's amazing. Wonderful. You're wonderful."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, I mean," said Summer, in another echo of that other time on this couch, "just don't be, you know, weird about it, or anything."

Which wasn't to say the he was being weird about it now. Now was great. Rare were the moments indeed where Summer would have an issue with someone calling her wonderful, especially in the context of her being on top of them and they were kissing her.

[stykera]

"I don't want to be weird about it," Stark told her. "I just want to be."

Of course, he was weird often so it might be an issue but he was going to try his best.

"I'll try. You know I will." Unless she wanted him to get weird. He would be fine with that. Not right now though. Right now he was going kiss her again like his life depended on it.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah, there was nothing weird about that, and you'd hear no complaints from Summer about getting back to kissing.

Especially since that meant her mouth was busy with doing much better things, and her hands were sliding around to the back of Stark's neck, and her hips shifted to bring herself up even closer against him.

[stykera]

Stark let out a quiet groan and he nipped at her lower lip.

His hand slid to her waist to give a tug at the belt of her robe. Not enough to remove it. Just a hint. A reminder that they were both clad in easily removable robes. Not that a reminder was really needed.