MHA #4; Late Sunday Morning [09/28].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So, Summer was having a great Parents Weekend; how was yours?

She didn't really need the confirmation, but that morning was definitely adding another point to the box that had waking up surrounded by limbs that weren't hers (not like that, ohmygod, but there had been that one Rakdos party....) was in the S-Tier category of Ways to Wake up. But the soft sound she made as she tried to stretch languidly without disturbing her guests did turn into a little bit of an uncomfortable groan as he stomach gave a gurgle of protest. And she frowned as her fingers brushed on a discarded cupcake wrapper that had somehow wound up at the top of her pillow.

"How many of these did we even eat last night?" she murmured to herself.

Lots, Summer. The answer was lots, there had been so many cupcakes. And that was, like, just the tip of that iceberg.

Heh.

^{[[ for thems that are in the bed with her at the get-go, of course, but certainly can be wide open after all that! ]]}

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had to snort a laugh at that, a little. It felt like she and Chiana had been sort of skirting around this particular kind of hang out for, god, it had to have been years now, or just about nearly, so she was feeling pretty accomplished right now. And with Chiana stretching to get more comfortable, too, Summer was wriggling to accommodate and then snuggle in against her. And if Stark was just going to keep laying there like a cold stunned fish the whole time, then too bad for him.

"Maybe next time you can head out here," she suggested, "you guys can just hop a portal over and visit. You can stay at the townhouse and I can show you around the city for a weekend or something."

[stykera]

"You're both here and real," Stark said, half to himself. Yes, he was still stunned to be waking up like this.

"Frell." Had he ever said that word with such wonder before? Maybe. Didn't matter.

He gave himself a little shake, then reached for both of them because he wanted to reassure himself this really was real and not a very happy dream brought on by drugs and cupcakes.

"A whole weekend?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer, smirking, rolled her eyes and then rolled herself, with a bit more completely unnecessary squirming, of course, toward Stark.

"Well," she said, "or a couple of days, at least."

Yes, she though she was hilarious, thank you.

[girlofgrey]

"Had a good time, Stark?" Chiana asked with a wicked grin and her own extremely unnecessary wiggling. "Planning for next time already? Didn't know you had it in you, did you?"

She'd had her suspicions. He just needed to relax, and look, he had!

"Weekend in your new spot sounds drad, Summer."

[somethingwithturquoise]

All it took was a gazillion years, a broken heart, and some drugs and cupcakes, apparently!

"You guys'll love it there," Summer assured them, giving Chiana a slight smile that seemed to suggest they should probably go a little easy on Stark, he might need some time to recover. Then she rolled her head back a little, until it was resting against his shoulder. She looked up and back at him, with her eyes bright and that familiar soft smile.

"Though we'll definitely have to keep an eye on this guy."

Much too squishy to ever go anywhere near Rakdos. Way too...ghost-handly for her to want him in any proximity to any Orzhov...

[stykera]

This had been the heartbreak that triggered...something. Sure. We'll go with that.

"You can keep whatever you want on me," Stark said, fondly, before twisting a bit so he could kiss her, if she'd let him. His hand was in her hair, because of course it was.

"Don't think you gotta worry about him wandering off," Chiana said, reaching over to pat Stark's other shoulder with one hand. "And," she added, sitting up and stretching out, "he can take care of himself. Sometimes."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Of course she would let him. To give him a look like she just had and then deny him a kiss would be a level of cruelty even Summer would find difficult to reach. And the kiss she gave him back was this long, languid grateful thing, because he had trusted her last night, even through his nervousness and uncertainty and internal flailing, and that kiss was her way of acknowledging that.

"Yeah," she agreed, at the end, with her hand lifted to his cheek and her grin gaining a crooked edge. "Sometimes."

[stykera]

He had trusted her, both of them, and been rewarded so well for it. And he loved her and while he might be tempted to say that it wasn't necessary and he was just going to groan a little instead.

"I think," Stark said, voice gone husky, "I took care of things well enough last night." Or this morning. Maybe it had been both. It had probably been both. "But if I need to prove myself again..."

Chiana's laugh rang out, high and delighted.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Stark," Summer fixed him with a wry look and a smirk that slipped into a snort, "last night was literally the exact opposite of 'taking care of yourself, but okay."

Her next kiss was much softer amd sweeter, requiring her to press against him a little more to reach for his cheek.

And then press against him a little more so she could drop her own husky drawl in his ear.

"But if you think you still got more to show us..."

[stykera]

"I'd rather take care of you. You know that."

"Both of you."

Look, he had to see if this all worked with clearer heads.

"I'm sure i could show you both something. Some things. We can show each other."

"You got something else upstairs, Stark?" Chiana asked wickedly.

That had been a surprise!