somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Late Saturday Morning [03/30].

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MHA #4; Late Saturday Morning [03/30].

So maybe letting Stark 'convince' her into moving their little rendezvous last night to an earlier time had turned out to be a good thing after all, giving them ample space to continue exploring some of the other contents of the Drawer well into the night. She wasn't pretty much Dite's best customer for a good chunk of time there and not have nothing to show for it, after all, and it wasn't even all from there, but various things across the multiverse that were just too good to pass up at the time. And explaining what they did and what they were for just to see the look on his face was almost as good as just showing him, really, and by the time they did eventually fall asleep, it had been very well earned.

And the day was probably pushing right up next to noon by the time Summer found herself slowly waking up again, Stark curled up around her as he so often was when he stayed over. And while her first thoughts were fuzzy recollections of the evening prior, those thoughts eventually started to turn toward breakfast and that chocolate and whiskey did not a dinner make, though it worked pretty well at the time. Mmm, maybe that needed to be her next goal: teach the cat how to use GrubHub, answer the door, and bring her food...

...but, no, that was a terrible idea. Things had been bad enough that one time when dogs almost took over the world, could you imagine how much worse it would be if it were cats? Especially lead by Pancakes? Hmm. Maybe her portal gun could be of use here somehow....

[[ for the bed barnacle, obvi, although if anyone wanted to get in touch... ]]

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Stark was usually a light sleeper but somehow nights spent with Summer often managed to be exceptions to that.

"Morning," he said sleepily when he felt Summer beginning to stir, following it with a gentle nuzzle and a soft kiss to whatever skin was closest. He wasn't ready to really move yet.

"You're good?"

His head felt clearer today. Hopefully that meant the pollen and the bunnies it came in on were gone for now.

"Mmm." With a soft hum, Summer squirmed a little, wriggling into that nuzzle. "M'hungry...

"But, like," she clarified with a laugh a beat later, "the regular kind."

Then her wriggling seemed suddenly more strategic.

"Though the other one's still not inaccurate, either," she admitted.

Stark huffed out soft laugh. "Food first? Or the other?"

He was fine with either, Summer. He uncurled himself a little in response to that wiggling, hooked a leg over hers, and rested a hand on her hip.

"I don't want you unsatisfied." He was still quite satisfied, himself, but that didn't mean there couldn't be improvements.

"If we start with the other," Summer reasoned, while the shifting of her body seemed insistent on being counterintuitive to her logic, "then we'll probably never get to the first. I'm trying to establish a telepathic link to Pancakes so she could help us out a little here, but either it's not working or she's just ignoring me."

And Summer would honestly put more money on the latter.

"She doesn't want to be disturbed," Stark said. He was trying to focus on the idea of food but Summer's continued movements were making that difficult.

"What," he asked, running the hand that had been resting on her hip up her side now, "are you hungry for?" Yes, he wasn't helping either but he was here and he was with Summer and the air was clear and there was nowhere else he'd rather be and no one else he'd rather be with. This week had only solidified that thought in his mind.

"What food," he clarified.

"Mmmm, I don't know." Summer's hum was nothing but thoughtful and innocent, really. "Probably something big and meaty to really fill me up..."

Conversation had clearly been a mistake.

And this was why your cat was ignoring you, Summer.

Edited 2024-03-30 12:47 (UTC)

"Good idea," Stark murmured before giving in and kissing her.

Not so desperately as last night, not quite so hungrily. More appreciatively and slow, with slow movements of his hands to match.

And that was definitely a very effective way to halt that conversation. Summer's shifting now was just to turn herself toward Stark to kiss him easier, kiss him deeper and just as slow, with soft, approving sound. One hand was trapped flat against his chest now, caught in the press of her own against his, while the other gently cradled his cheek, and it was very clear she was perfectly content to just linger there in a kiss like that for a while, as well.

Stark had made plenty of noises last night, much more so than usual, but the one he was making now was pure contentment.

"I could do this all day," he said after finally taking a breath. "Kiss you. Lay here with you. Hold you."

But eventually one or both of them really would be hungry. For now he could pull her in a little closer, somehow, and offer another kiss. This one a little gentler.

"We probably do need to for real get food at some point," Summer pointed out, smiling softly between those kisses and brushing her fingers against that now slightly-even-rougher stubble along his jawline. And it was just nice, to see him so content and at peace for a chance, and to have been the person to help give him that, fleeting and temporary as it may be. But she wasn't going to think too much on that part, just focus on the here and now.

"But not for a while," she said, kissing him again and more than willing to see how long exactly they could manage to subsist on just that chocolate and whiskey dinner from last night.

Stark had not been at peace for much of this week but he was feeling wonderful right now. He had been since he'd seen Summer last night.

"I love you," he said after another long and lingering kiss. "And all of this. All of you."

He might have said that last night. He might have said a lot of things. He meant every one of them but saying it in the quiet of a morning (afternoon?) in bed was different than crying it out last night. And it needed to be repeated.

Well, Summer wasn't really sure about that. All of her seemed pretty generous, especially when there were probably few things he decidedly didn't love about her last week, and she wondered if it was really worth it to point that out.

"I love you, too, Stark."

And maybe she should remind him of that more often, but, well, he was Stark. Sometimes, he did get weird about it. But sometimes....

"And thanks," she added, with a faint, apologetic smile. "For being...understanding. This week."

Stark was quiet for a moment at that. He shifted, lying back against a pillow and looking up at the ceiling.

"You can do what you like," he said softly. "With who you like. I don't have any claim on any part of you."

Maybe, maybe he did on her heart but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He could just silently hope for it. She was here with him now and last night had been...

"You could. On me."

Summer winced slightly, as Stark rolled away even that small bit, because she knew she could have just not said anything, but also, there was a part of her that also felt like she actually sort of kind of did have to. So there might have been a moment of hesitation, but then she shifted to match his shifting, curling up against him with her head resting against his chest.

"I know," she said, pretty sure that she pretty much already had, and the real kicker was that she couldn't really tell if she'd done that on purpose or not.

Or maybe she could tell, and just didn't want to have to face that.

"But you could have gone and made it this whole thing, and you didn't, and I know you even tried and branched out a little..."

She lifted her head to look up at him.

"And I just want you to know I appreciate that."

"I want you to be happy," Stark said quietly. "I never want to be the reason you aren't."

He wrapped his arm around her then, to keep her in place, to reassure the both of them, to...he wasn't sure yet. But his hand was on her hair now.

"I tried my best. That's all I can do. I'm...still a work in progress, aren't I?"

Summer kept her chin rested on Stark's chest, so she could keep just looking up at him as his fingers started moving through her hair.

"Pretty sure most of us are," she told him.

And then gave it the faintest of an extra beat before adding, "Well, I mean, except me, obviously. I'm already flawless and perfect with no issues or problems or anything whatsoever."

"I thought you were perfect last night," Stark told her, a slow smile spreading across his face.

His hand remained in her hair and the other moved to trace patterns on her arm.

"That was...I didn't know I needed it. We should do that again. Sometime. Not just yet."

Summer was about ready to call Stark out on his bullshit if he agreed with her on the broader statement, but on last night specifically? Oh, there wasn't an ounce of bullshit there, and she met his growing smile with a smirk of her own.

"Which part?" she asked. "We did a lot of things last night,Stark..."

Absolutely no bullshit.

"The first part," Stark said. "When you...frelled me senseless. Goddess, Summer, you...and, all of it. All of you. All of your... toys. And your outfit."

Hope you liked the little shiver that just the memory got out of Stark, Summer. Part of him wanted to ask if that had been just for him, if all of last night had been just for him, but part of him didn't want to know if anyone else had gotten to reap those specific benefits.

Edited 2024-03-30 19:25 (UTC)

Oh, Summer enjoyed that little shiver very much, and she enjoyed that awed, breathless tone in his voice that held a reminiscence of some of the sounds she'd worked out of him last nighy, and the enjoyed the way she could just pretend that little comma between Goddess and her name just didn't exist...

She wriggled herself loose from the arm Stark had around her enough to slide up along his chest to be able to kiss him again, to let him know just how much she enjoyed it.

It would be a long, long time before she responded with anything else but that.

"I'm honestly a little mad at myself," she said, once she felt that appreciation was sufficiently conveyed, "that I didn't even think of it sooner."

Oh, the appreciation was duly noted and Stark was very happy to respond in kind.

"I never would have thought to ask," he admitted, looking at her still a little awed. "Or suggest anything. But you know that." It wasn't like Stark was prone to asking for things in bed. Or on the couch.

"And...I think it was good to wait. Last night was perfect as it was. Even making me wait all day. Add now...now I know. And I know there are other things and...and you can show me other things, other times?"

Edited 2024-03-30 21:26 (UTC)

"It wasn't even close to all day," Summer insisted, with a roll of her eyes and a laugh, as she got comfortable in her new position lying on Stark's chest. "Don't be so dramatic."

But her own dramatics settled into a soft smile with the light of promise in her eyes. "But yeah," she said, "I'm sure there a lot I can still show you."

There was nothing new to be shown in the kiss she gave him then, though, it just felt right.

"You should ask for more things you want, though, you know."

"It was an eternity," Stark insisted but there was no heat in the statement. Just a faint grin that was quickly kissed away.

"I'll try," he said. "To ask for things. If I think of it. I just...don't always."

And, of course, sometimes Stark was just overwhelmed by the fact that he was incredibly lucky to be anywhere near Summer's bed and worried he shouldn't do anything to make her regret her choices that led to him being there.

"And you know you can ask me for anything."

Last night she could have asked for Chiana to join them and he would have said yes.

"That's a dangerous statement right there," Summer said, grin gone just a bit predatory.

But of course she knew.

That grin got another little shiver out of Stark.

"I didn't say I would say yes," he pointed out, grinning back. "But you can ask anything of me."

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