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

[somethingwithturquoise]

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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[stykera]

"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!

[somethingwithturquoise]

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?"

[stykera]

"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.

[somethingwithturquoise]

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?"

[stykera]

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.

[somethingwithturquoise]

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."

[stykera]

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.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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.