somethingwithturquoise | MHA #8; Early Monday Evening [04/29].

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MHA #8; Early Monday Evening [04/29].

There were a lot of good things about not being a squirrel again, and Summer didn't know how to feel about the fact that 'just going to work like normal' had been one of them. However, the promise of pizza that evening was pretty high up there.

She'd have to admit that seeing just how much Stark lost his shit over her being person-shaped again was pretty high up there, too. Honestly, she was surprised he hadn't just dropped everything the moment she texted him, and half wondered if she'd maybe lost some of her touch or if he was just trying to actually be normal about things.

Okay. Quarter wondered, on the first one, but she'd find out soon enough. She dropped off a few things at her apartment, mostly things for Pancakes, her ridiculous pink cake from Atton, and Dean's nuts, then then headed on up to Stark's like she said she would. And, sure, she had a key and could let herself in, but she decided she'd go ahead and knock anyway.

[[ and obviously for he who lives there! ]]

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Stark had gotten the promised pizza and it was in the kitchen. Along with some eggrolls, burgers and fries, sushi, and a couple of tacos. He knew she hadn't eaten much people food and so he'd gotten a lot of options!

"You don't need to knock," he said as he opened the door. "Hello, Summer. I have...a lot of food. In the kitchen."

He very much wanted to hold on to her right now but he was stopping himself from grabbing at her. For the moment.

"I missed you."

"Hello, Stark," Summer answered back, with a faint, amused smile on her face as she watched him, carefully, and how he responded, how it felt like he was holding himself back, and how disappointed she was that he actually did, but also understanding all the reasons he might. And it made her feel like there was a bit of a charge in the air that made her eager to see when that might break, or if she even wanted it to before she broke it herself. "And I know," her grin with a little crooked as she teasingly rolled her eyes, "you only mentioned it about a billion times...."

And she was heading toward the kitchen after that, to see just what he meant by 'a lot' of food.

"It's true and I wanted to make sure you knew it," he said softly.

Stark was following right behind her.

"I know I said pizza but you mentioned other things and I thought...I thought you might like options so I got a lot of things. So you could have what you like. All the things, if you want. And then there's leftovers, too, maybe."

"But I didn't even go anywhere," Summer pointed out, and when she saw how much food Stark had actually gotten, especially as he explained it, her eyes went a little wide and her brows lifted, and breathing in the mingling aroma of all those foods had her stomach telling her that it was a brilliant idea, because, yeah, she did want to eat literally all of it, or at least a little bit of all of it, because she was definitely sick of whatever he had been hemming and hawing over what was appropriate fare for squirrel stomachs. She was actually going to pick up a piece of the sushi and pop it into her mouth before turning toward Stark again, leaning back a little on the counter. "I was right here with you pretty much the whole time...Thanks, by the way," she gave him a soft smile, "for looking after me and everything."

"But you weren't really you," Stark said, reaching for her and then dropping his hand.

"We couldn't even really talk. And... you're welcome. I was glad to do it. I... like being able to do things for you. Even when you aren't really all the way you."

"I think I still managed to make myself pretty heard, anyway," Summer pointed out, and she felt she was going to be making herself be heard pretty well when that hand fell away and she reached for it with her own and giving it a squeeze. "And you're always doing all sorts of things for me, Stark."

Her smile seemed to balance the line between tentative and scheming, all at once, as she looked at him and bit her lip.

"Some real boyfriend behavior there, tbh."

"I... that's... I..."

Oh no, he might need to be rebooted.

Stark held tightly to her hand then.

"Really?"

He was so close to pure elation right now but he was also himself and cautious and, well, the last time this almost came up she'd turned into a squirrel for 9 days!

Honestly, if she did turn into a squirrel again, especially after having just come back from being one this morning, then, sorry, Stark, the universe would definitely be telling Summer something she was going to definitely listen to.

But the hand in Stark's remained very much a human hand and not an adorable and surprisingly dexterous squirrel one, so Summer just smirked a little more and shrugged her shoulders.

"What?" she asked, with an oh-so-innocent, really, tilt of her head. "You don't think so?"

"That's not why I do it," Stark said softly.

There were no expectations of rewards.

"I love you. I... you said you didn't want that. But i...I would. Very much."

Was that a tear in the corner of his eye? Maybe. Hopefully Summer would be distracted from it by the fact that he was going to kiss her like his life depended on it right now.

When Summer's teasing was met with that aching sincerity of Stark's, something softened a little more in her, and she was going to protest the idea that that was why he did it, or point out to him that when she'd said that, it had been practically a year ago, but, well, before she could, Stark was kissing her, and he was kissing her in almost the exact way she imagined he would kiss her. So she was softening even more, practically melting into it as she kissed him back, arms around his neck, hand at the back of his head to pull him in closer with an invitation to let go of all those things he was usually holding back.

"I love you, too," she murmured, whenever she had the chance to, in between all of that. "I think maybe we should finally give this an honest shot."

Then she laughed, a very light, freeing sort of thing, as her fingers brushed the nape of his neck.

"Just don't, like, you know, be too weird about it or anything, okay?"

Stark stepped in even closer, somehow, accepting that wordless invitation, heedless of the fact that Summer was pressed against the counter now.

He let out a tiny laugh at her request. "I think you might like when I'm weird, sometimes."

His hands were at her waist now, fingers toying with the hem of her top. The food might get cold, if they kept this up. He didn't mind.

Oh, no, not pressed up against the counter! Not exactly what Summer'd been expecting when she'd first leaned back against it, whatever would she dooooo?

She also seemed to not be as concerned about the food, especially not in the way her leg lifted and wrapped around Stark to help with that whole 'even closer', hands drifting down to the collar of his shirt. In fact, she had come here pretty much expecting that they wouldn't get to dinner for a while. She had been a squirrel for nine days, people.

Also, additionally in her defense, she was expecting just pizza, which notoriously reheated very well, or even tasted good cold!

"Sometimes," she allowed, between kisses, with a small snort, and then seemed to relent with a grin. "Okay," she decided, "usually. You know what I meant."

Stark might have gone a little overboard with the food. Just a little.

"I know what you meant," he agreed. His one hand slid under her shirt now, his other slid down the leg that was so helpfully wrapped around him. "And I'll try. I've been trying." For over a year! "I'll keep trying my best."

Right now trying his best involved lowering his head to her neck to kiss it, bite down, and then resume kissing.

"I know you will," Summer murmured, as she tilted her head back to make more room for Stark to make his way to her neck, so it was a good thing her hair was in a ponytail or else it might have narrowly missed those tacos. Her hands made their way to Stark's back, where their clinging became deeper when that bite landed. "You always do."

And then there was more kissing, so there really wasn't much else to be said.

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