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?"

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"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."

But how would Stark end up clinging to Summer after a jump scare if they stopped watching the movie?

"I've never had a whole planet to myself before," he said against her lips. "I think I like it."

He liked it very much actually. His hand slid farther up her back and the other, predictably, was about to be tangled in her hair.

With a soft, apprecitive moan, Summer arched her back with the movement of Stark's hand, pressing into him and the kiss. For a little while, anyway, until she tilted her head back, and, with her hand on the back of his head to guide him toward pouring his attentions there to her exposed neck.

Stark took direction well. Stark rather enjoyed taking direction in this context.

He was more than happy to turn his attention to Summer's neck. It did look inviting. A little nip just there, a flick of his tongue here, and then a concerted effort to leave a mark.

Her neck was beautiful, just as he found the rest of her, but there was something deeply satisfying about marking that skin. So satisfying that he let out a noise that was almost a growl.

Summer let out a soft moan, and with in the haze of appreciating Stark's work, she opened her eyes, head tilted back, and...

She frowned, half thinking she might have seen something. Probably just a reflection of the movie on the window, or...

She jumped, startled, as the soundtrack let put a loud, sharp sting in the music at a sudden jump scare, and realizing what it was a second later, Summer had to laugh.

"Okay, okay," she murmured, "well played, movie."

Stark grinned smugly at that moan. It was good to be appreciated. It was good to be wanted.

But when Summer jumped he jumped as well. It was hard not to when they were as close as they were. He looked around the room, startled, then back to her.

"Just the movie?"

"Just the movie," Summer assured him, shaking her head dismissively, and she let out another laugh, with maybe a slight edge of uncertainty to it. "I could've sworn, for a second there..." But she laughed it off one more time, this time waving it away with her hand, "...but that's ridiculous, we're the only sentient life forms on this planet right now! Anyway, where were we?"

Was it kissing? Because Summer was just going to go back to kissing now.

Stark was hardly going to object to more kissing. Stark would never object to an opportunity to kiss Summer.

"Mmm, right here," he said. He was going to pull her a little closer, letting his other hand fall from her hair so he could slid it under her sweater as well.

The sweater was going to have to come off soon.

That sweater was definitely just getting in the way, really. On the screen, the woman on the movie was screaming about something, but Summer wasn't paying attention, too wrapped up in getting back to where they were and then some.

Enough that she eventually pulled away to gather up the hem of her shirt to pull it off over her head and tossed it aside.

And when it landed, it seemed to make a much louder whomp sound that one would expect. In fact, no one should expect a sweater to make a sound like that at all.

"What the--" she said, looking over with a frown, and then a worried look toward the window, and then to Stark.

"That had to have just been the movie," she reasoned, but doubt swept in quickly, "right?"

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