MHA #4; Saturday Afternoon [08/19].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had sent Stark out earlier that morning, to get some fresh air, to give her some space, and to maybe pick up a few things, but now he was back and had attention demanded of him by Pancakes, which lead to them both falling asleep together on the couch. Which was fine by Summer, because she had a lot to do in the kitchen, between the brownies and getting things started on the utterly ridiculous recipe she'd stumbled across that she'd been absolutely dying to try.

She'd gotten the brownies going while Stark was out, so when he came back, he was definitely coming back to an apartment infused with chocolatey goodness. And while he was napping, she got started on the chicken, so the now it was definitely more that savory barbeque. Baked it up, shredded it, then meticulously layered it with the tortillas and cheese and went to let it set in the fridge for a bit until it was time for the next steps.

Which meant she was now at a little bit of a conundrum. Sleep had definitely been a tricky thing for Stark still, although it was getting better, so she was a little reluctantly to actually wake him up. She should let him get in as much sleep as he could. But, on the other hand, most of the time, that sleep was inevitably interrupted with a nightmare. And she had the opportunity to help him wake up in a much more pleasant way that also involved a lot less screaming and crying, which was better for her, too, and didn't annoy the cat.

So, bringing over the plate of brownies to set on the coffee table, she then leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek and a gentle nudge.

"Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up, or else I'm eating all these by myself."

She'd huffed and entire K-Zax Array before. She'd be fiiiine.


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[stykera]

"Mmm," Stark murmured against her neck. "Just a little one."

Followed by another, slightly harder one before he leaned his head back just enough to look at her properly. "Better?"

There probably ought to be another kiss to follow that. A much deeper one than the first.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Not that it would be difficult to be deeper than that paltry little first one, but Summer was definitely going to do her part in making sure that Stark knew this one was much better, by kissing him back in a way that was actually worth thinking about.

And she'd be letting that be her answer.

[stykera]

In Stark's opinion any kiss from Summer was worth thinking about. Any contact with Summer was. This particular kiss was very much worth it and he was happy to keep it going until he needed to come up for air.

Maybe it was the nap. Or the two brownies he'd eaten a little too quickly. Maybe it was just the current position he was in. Whatever the reason, he was feeling very content and a little bold right now. Bold enough to repeat something he would normally be hesitant to say.

"I do love you," he whispered, lifting one hand to brush a hair from her cheek.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I know," Summer said, smiling softly up at Stark. Her fingers brushed against the back of his neck a little. "I love you, too."

And whether or not he would know what to say to that or not, it didn't really matter, because whatever it may or may not be, Summer wasn't going to give him much of a chance to say it before she was kissing him again.

[stykera]

Stark didn't need to say anything in response. Not this time. He just made a very pleased noise and kissed her back in response, moving that hand from her cheek into her hair now.

He could stay here all day. Well, not exactly here. He would need to get closer to Summer if at all possible, which involved a little maneuvering so he was leaning back enough that his free hand could start to slide under the hem of her shirt.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, they couldn't stay there all day; there was still an absolutely absurd recipe to finish. But they did need to let it chill in the fridge for an hour (at least), so it could definitely wait, and Summer's body shifted to accommodate, to make it easier to get closer, to move her hand to give him the encouragement that, yes, under her shirt was exactly the right place to go, and, yes, this was exactly how they were going to kill that time.

[stykera]

Well, if Summer was going to so very accommodating then Stark would simply have to take those hints. He could take direction well and he was very much inclined to do whatever Summer wanted. Including, for the moment, putting both hands to work getting under her shirt. Maybe even working on removing that shirt. Her hair could wait a bit. Skin contact was better.

This was going to be a very good way to spend an hour. At least.