MHA #4; Saturday Evening [10/28].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Boy, with everything going on lately, homecoming sure kind of snuck up on everything, didn't it? But of course Summer was prepared for it. She didn't care that she was several years past graduation at this point, she just fucking loved a school dance still, okay, and wasn't about to let some weird Fandom stuff get in the way of knocking it out of the park by being a knockout. And, really, she should have figured, with homecoming this weekend, that everything would have either blown over by now or just gotten really weird by now, but she was definitely glad it ended up the way it did, because not busting out this amazing look would have been nothing short of a crime.

She did end up spending far too long deciding whether to go with her hair up or her hair down, and ultimately decided on up, since she did have a pretty sweet hair clip in the tones of the dress that would work nicely.

And then all she needed was her ~date~~ to pick her up, and she was making little final touches to her make-up and hair while also half-wondering if said date was already lingering outside her door right now, anxiously flailing about whether or not he was too early or too late or if he should wait because technically it wasn't the agreed-upon time yet, but if he knocked at exactly the right time, would that be too suspicious, but if he waited until a few minutes after, would she be upset, and...


[[ mostly for said ~date~~, although definitely open should anyone else want to get in touch beforehand as well! ]]

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[stykera]

Stark left one hand cradling the back of her neck as she turned, shifting it only so he could brush his thumb along the underside of her jaw.

"Beautiful," he said, thought he was looking at her face when he said it. He did drop his gaze to appreciate the necklace though, eventually, before looking back at her face.

"It's perfect."

[somethingwithturquoise]

And that was a near perfect response right there and Summer was just going to take a moment to just look at Stark, look him right in the eye, although all she could think about was his thumb against her jaw. Finally, though, she moved her hand up to cradle his cheek and tilted her head, so she could lean into him and kiss him and let him really know what she thought of both the gift and his timing on giving it to her.

[stykera]

"Love you," Stark murmured against her lips after giving that kiss all the attention it deserved.

"'M very glad you like it."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I love it," Summer assured him, "and I love you, too."

And she loved when he got her thoughtful little gifts and that all she seemed to need to do around him was just exist and that was enough and she loved when he was brave enough to touch her in the little ways she was hoping he would, and she loved kissing him, like she was kissing him again now, hands cradling his face and pressed up against him.

"...think we should get going?" she then asked, once that was out of the way, though she was absolutely not making any effort to move away quite yet.

[stykera]

Stark rested his forehead against hers, careful of the mask.

"We should. Someone told me once it was criminal not to dance when you looked so good. And you look amazing."

No, he wasn't ready to move yet either.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"That person sounds pretty smart," said Summer, grinning softly as Stark's forehead against hers, sliding her hands down to his neck now and curling her fingers against it there. "You look pretty good, too, you know."

Not as good as her, obviously, but this dress was doing a lot of heavy lifting.

[stykera]

"I have a wonderful stylist," Stark said, tilting his head just a little toward her hand. "She makes sure I look good."

He loved that about her. That she cared enough to do it.

"But thank you."