somethingwithturquoise | The Cabin on Dwarf Terrace-9; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Evening [09/23].

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The Cabin on Dwarf Terrace-9; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Evening [09/23].

The nice thing about having access to portals and a space ship was that if you wanted to get away for a while, you could really get away. No one cared about Dwarf Terrace-9; the most action Dwarf Terrace-9 had seen since the time the Smith family claimed it as a temporary home more than five years ago was when Summer took her class there earlier that week. But the cabin was still in good shape, and now that she and Stark had arrived for the weekend....well, it was definitely going to see a lot of action now.

Well, not at the moment, though. The tour of the planet had been very quick because, well, it was a tiny planet, you could literally travel around the whole thing in, like, half a day, and then they went inside to get things set up (how did a cabin that had been abandoned for five years still have all its utilities and power? Don't worry about it). There were cozy sweaters and hot chocolate and popcorn, and now it was time to pick a movie.

"So," said Summer, as she settled on the couch and snuggled in, "what are we watching?"

[[ for the glowy alien and NFB for distance, natch! ]]

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"I'm not really so sure," said Summer, her smile back at Stark softened a little, almost apologetically, "this is the kind of dying stuff you're used to. I kinda maybe brought a bunch of those those 'stranded in a cabin in the middle of the woods' slasher flicks, because, you know...topical."

Which was why she also brought a bunch of weapons, in case, you know...prophetic.

"I haven't seen any of those," Stark admitted.

He had his ~~little~~ perfectly reasonably sized gun on him as well because he wasn't a fool.

"But we can try one. Do you have a favorite?"

If he got too frightened, well, he could distract himself with his companion.

Out of all the weapons on hand this evening, Stark's was definitely the cutest. And also thematic! Because, you know, tiny planet, and all...

"Not really," she admitted, extracting herself from all the well-earned comfortable snuggling positioning to reach over to the coffee table to grab one. "Hoe about this one? It's nice and ~~moddable~~ and pretty ~~vague~~ tame to start out with..."

And she'd also made sure that in none of them did the Evil come from the house itself. They were probably full up on that one. Outside forces only!

It was a normal sized pulse pistol!

"That looks fine," Stark said.

He would appreciate the lack of Evil House in the film selections when he found out.

He hadn't moved yet and looked over at her. "Are we even watching the movie?"

Because he knew what usually happened when they were on a couch together.

"I mean," said Summer, unable to met that with anything but a grin, "we could at least try. Unless you've already got other ideas..."

"We should watch a movie first," Stark said after a very brief consideration.

"But I do have ideas." He always had other ideas, these days. "But we should finish the chocolate and popcorn before they get cold, too."

And if someone ended up in someone else's lap because the movie was scary, well, that was just fine.

"I am very interested to see what these ideas may be," Summer stated, even though she definitely had a few guesses, and she was pretty sure those guesses wouldn't be too far off. "So we better get this going now so we don't forget."

So she did have to peel herself away to go and get everything set up, but it didn't take long before she was back, and this time with the bowl of popcorn, as well, holding it out for Stark to take some.

Stark had let out a small disappointed sigh when Summer got off the couch. Just a small one. It just made him happy to have her within reach.

He shifted when she came back, both to reach for a handful of popcorn and to make sure there was room for her to get back into a prime snuggling position.

"Thank you," he said. "For all of this."

"Don't even mention it," said Summer, who did shift into prime snuggling position, absolutely, especially since who even knew when prime snuggling position was going to shift into being clutched and clung to instead? "Thank you for wanting to be dragged to some dumb tiny planet where I lived for, like, a month or whatever. That was actually right before I wound up in Fandom, actually, if you can believe it, because when we got back, the Federation had taken over Earth already."

"I like going places with you," Stark said, sliding his arm behind her back to keep her in that prime snuggling position. She fit so well against his side. "New places, for me. And this one seems nice. Peaceful."

Stark, why would you say that out loud?

"Well," Summer snorted, "that's just because it's only you and me."

Summer, why would you say that out loud?

"A lot different when you've got to share this space with four other people who low-key can't stand each other half the time."

"I like when it's only you and me." Stark pressed a soft kiss to the top of Summer's head.

They were just begging the multiverse to do something to them.

"I don't think I could ever not stand you. Not even in a tiny cabin on a tiny planet."

Thankfully, they did have some time to build a little dramatic tension first.

She snorted a little again. "Famous last words.

"That wasn't meant to be a challenge," Stark told her.

He moved his arm a bit so he could trace his fingers along her hip while holding her close.

"Although...I haven't seen your murder movies yet. That might be too much."

He didn't even attempt to say that with a straight face.

"Just make sure to remember," Summer said, squirming just a little to get just that little bit more comfortable, "that I'm your ride home."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone had Portalocity on their phones now, not the point.

Squirming was unfair. So, perhaps, was Stark sliding his hand under the hem of Summer's sweater. Just a little.

"I won't forget. I promise."

Portalocity wasn't nearly as nice as flying in Summer's ship.

"Even if your movies are terrible or frightening."

"Sometimes the terribleness is the point, though," Summer informed him. "Not this one, though. It's pretty good. The main character and her fiancé are going to spend the weekend at her family's old cabin, but then there's this--never mind," she waved a dismissive hand, "you'll see, just watch."

"Like your recipes?" Stark asked. "The last jello most weeks. I know the terribleness is the point, there."

"And," he said, snuggling in a little closer, "I love that you're terrible sometimes."

"I know you do," said Summer, and if a wiggle could be smug, that was one smug wiggle. "That's why you keep coming back for more."

"You know me very well," Stark said quietly, fingers now tracing gentle patterns on her skin.

"The music seems a bit...unsettling," he added, nodding towards the screen.

But it was just a couple in a quiet cabin enjoying a weekend! What could go wrong?

Summer was just going to take a moment to appreciate the light touch of his fingertips against her side.

"They're building up the tension now," she informed him, "and starting to make it seem mike maybe they're not quite as alone as they original thought they were..."

Stark was appreciating the contact as well. She was there and solid and real and he was often still amazed that he could touch her so often as he did. Amazed that he was here with her. Amazed that this had lasted as long as it already had.

He let out a contented sigh. "That's too bad, for them. Not being alone."

"Good thing we don't have to worry about that," Summer smiled, looking up at Stark for a moment before leaning up to kiss him.

But there was about to be an intruder on the screen. They might miss it! Too bad. Kissing Summer was much better than any movie could be.

He smiled into the kiss, only breaking it off to say. "We don't. We've already been around the entire planet. Nobody here but us."

Oh, they could probably still catch up later. Maybe. Summer had definitely stopped watcjing and had eyes one for Stark in the moment.

"Nobody here but us," she agreed, pulling him back in for more. "On the entire. Planet."

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