MHA #4, Sunday Morning

[stykera]

There had been cupcakes last night and there had been sangria, as expected. What happened after had been unexpected. Perhaps not entirely so but unexpected all the same.

Now it was morning and Stark, having slept deeply once he'd finally gotten around to sleeping, was waking up in an unfamiliar bed next to a familiar body. More familiar now than it had been before last night. Still unfamiliar enough to be mildly startling when he realized who he was holding on to while he slept. That was Summer. This was Summer's bed. That was Summer's chest his arm was currently thrown across.

Should he just creep away and hope she had no regrets? Should he wake her up? Should he lie here and try not to panic over the thought that he might have irrevocably ruined a very important friendship?

For the moment he was going to try and remove his arm from its current position (tempting though it was to keep it there) without disturbing her.



[for the gently modded woman whose bed the alien is in...and maybe mildly NSFW?]

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[stykera]

Stark breathed out a "Summer" that was both appreciative and slightly pleading as he let himself be pulled closer.

Maybe he could take a little more initiative since this was going well. While Summer's lips were very kissable there was so much other exposed skin begging to be explored this morning. He was going to start with her neck and maybe, maybe work his way further down.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Ugh, so not fair for Stark to be pulling out the big punches like saying her name this early. But Summer was absolutely not complaining.

Quite the opposite, really, with a soft moan escaping her as Stark's lips started to move down her neck. Her head tilted back with a pleased little sigh, hands on the back of his head, fingers brushing in slow circles to encourage him to really take his time with it.

After all, thorough as they'd been, maybe he still had missed some last night.

[stykera]

Stark would be thrilled to take his time. He did like to be thorough and he was still in disbelief that this was happening still (again?).

"More?" he asked softly. That moan had been encouraging and the feeling of her fingers on the back of his head made him want to make sure it stayed within her reach. But there was plenty of skin to be kissed and explored and tasted. He even, tentatively, bit down on her left shoulder where it met her neck. And not wanting to let her right side be left out he let his hand slowly drift along her rib cage.