MHA #8, Sunday

[stykera]

The subject of dates, specifically dates with Faye, had come up in multiple conversations for Stark this week. He’d spent a bit of time considering ideas for future excursions as a result. He wouldn’t mind another space trip, certainly. The mainland was an option. Something here on the island. There were restaurants neither one of them had ever been to here. There were plenty of things they could do.

For the moment though, Stark was content for the two of them to be here in his apartment. Going out could be wonderful but staying in made him just as happy. Having food delivered was sometimes preferable to eating somewhere else and that was his plan for today. It wasn't much of a plan, really, but that was fine.

Sometimes it was better not to have any sort of audience. Faye was much cuddlier in private. They both were. Sitting on his couch without anyone else around made it easier to be as affectionate as Stark wanted to be.


[For the favorite neighbor. No, not you, Liam.]

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[stykera]

Stark was certainly not going to complain about having Faye climb into his lap. Stark would never complain about having Faye in his lap. The distraction was working very well.

He was going to settle his right hand at her waist and reach up to cover her hand on his cheek with his left and eventually manage to get out a breathless "Faye, I..."

[flourish_or_perish]

"Shh." Literally, yes, shushing him was going to be a thing rather than allow him to say anything else. Stark, she would keep your mouth occupied for hours if she had to, so help her.

And hooking her arm around his neck to lean in for more kissing -- maybe a little more aggressive about it just now -- was a good way to accomplish that.

[stykera]

Stark wanted to protest being shushed, just a little, but all he managed was a small noise against Faye's mouth when her arm went around his neck.

This wasn't why he'd said what he did! But this was very good.

Maybe he just needed to enjoy the moment. Enjoy the moment, pull her closer, slide the hand at her waist up her side.

They could talk later. There would be plenty of time later.