somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Late Thursday Morning [10/12].

Because of her bar shift, Thursday mornings were almost always for sleeping in and doing nothing, which was, the occasional paintball class excepting, pretty much sacred for Summer, who honestly did not get enough time for that sort of thing as it was. And this week, sleeping in and doing nothing on Thursday morning was particularly important, because there had definitely been nightmares last night, which meant she wasn't getting much sleep with Stark's frequent, startled wake-ups, and, ohgod, please let her be able to get in a good nap later or at least score some hella potent Benzos or Xannies to just take care of it.

For now, though, there was just sort of a sleepy reverie as she tried to will herself to maybe get up and do something, but was failing utterly. After all, in addition to the restlessness from her sleeping partner, there was also that sleeping partner currently curled up against her very comfortably, which also made it difficult to really move. So she was mostly just sort of thinking a little bit, and, in thinking, she suddenly realized something and frowned.

"Wait," she said, her head shifting to look down at the top of Stark's head currently resting on her chest, "are you going to be okay enough to go on the trip next week?"

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Summer, clearly, was more than happy to do enough assuming for the both of them.

And she wasn't going to say she didn't need a break, because she kind of did, but also, that was the point, it was a break week...

"You think you'll be up to it?"

"Vacations are meant to be good for you, aren't they?" Stark asked, smiling at her. "I'm sure I've been told that before. And I know I felt wonderful after the last trip. Very relaxed."

The same could not necessarily be said for the other occupant of the bed.

"I'll make myself be up for it."

The less said about the last trip on her end, the better, honestly.

"Vacations," Summer stated, grinning back at Stark before taking a moment to just sort of stretch out luxuriantly with her arms over her head and a little shifting that she was pretty sure he'd appreciate before settling back into that slightly deeper comfort where she was, "are great for you. Especially on someone else's dime."

Thank you, Atton, for that nice little reminder of how that particular detail had been taken a bit for granted in her perspective!

"But good," she said. "It was going to suck trying to find someone else to go with me, or, even worse, subject myself to a random roommate draw."

Although she couldn't really think of anyone she would really mind rooming with, but it was the principle of the matter.

Stark was briefly wishing he'd never lifted his head while that maneuvering happened, yes. But he did have a good view.

"I wouldn't want you to have to find another roommate." Also he didn't want her to have another roommate! "And... we haven't ever gone on a trip like that. Together. I'd like that."

"I'd probably end up stuck with, like, Anakin, or something," Summer said, wrinkling her nose a little. "Or Beaker, can you imagine?

"But," another smile, and Summer brushed her fingers against the top of his head, "if you're sure you'll be up to it and you promise to take it east, I guess it'll be fine."

Forget that she'd already signed him on, shh.

"I don't want to imagine Beaker in your room," Stark said with a soft huff of a laugh. "I prefer you unexploded."

He leaned until her touch. "And Anakin would be worse, of course."

For Anakin reasons.

"I'll be good. I promise."

"I also prefer to be unexploded," Summer decided, before grinning.

"I could maybe invite Rey instead..."

She was, of course, just teasing. She slept like crap last night, she was allowed some teasing.

Stark shook his head.

"She's quieter," he said thoughtfully. "But you'll have more fun with me. I promise."

"You promise?" asked Summer, with a skeptical lift of her brow and a smirk on her face, because that was definitely the kind of promise she could get behind.

"I promise," Stark repeated. "I won't let you regret it."

Then he leaned over to see if he might be able to kiss that smirk off her face.

Only on a technicality, since it was tricky to maintain a good kiss for too long when you spent the whole time smirking into it. And Summer was definitely kissing Stark back as she shifted and pulled him closer.

"Is this a preview?"

"A small one," Stark said. "I wouldn't want to wear myself out."

This was not actually true. If he was a little worn out today he'd have time to recover by Saturday. And Gladio had recommended light excerise, hadn't he?

"Not too much anyway. I'm sure we could think of something to do that wouldn't be too strenuous?"

Look, if he needed to stay in bed all morning just offering slow and lingering kisses he was willing to make that sacrifice.

"We'll just have to make sure," Summer mused, trailing a finger lightly along Stark's cheek, "we take it nice..." A soft kiss for emphasis, "and..." another, "...carefully."

"I," Stark said with a gentle kiss of his own, "like the way you think."

Maybe the next kiss was a little less gentle but he was still being careful. Really. Just look how careful his hand was ghosting up her side.

MHA #4; Late Thursday Morning [10/12].

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