MHA #4, Saturday Morning

[stykera]

Summer had been very right last night about good things coming to those who wait. It had been a very good night though Stark's poor new waistcoat and shirt were going to need some buttons replaced. Waiting, it turned out, was overrated at certain times. Like once you'd gone to a friend's apartment for the remainder of the evening, for example.

There had been a distinct lack of space at the dance and afterwards. There was still a lack of space this morning in Summer's bed. Stark wasn't sure how long this was going to last but he'd fallen asleep with an arm around Summer and he was waking up in the same position. Happily waking up in the same position.

He opened his eyem let out a contented little noise, and pulled her a little closer. Maybe they could stay like this all morning. Right here.

"Morning, Summer."

Was he allowed to kiss her awake? He wanted to. He'd settle for very gently stroking her hair which had certainly suffered last night but was still extremely tempting.

[For the gently modded owner of the bed and maybe some other people who knoooows]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Mmmm."

Summer was registering all of this very slowly, the responses all feeling like they were being performed from a distance, while the core of her still clung to sleeping. Shifting to ease into that pull bringing her closer, an agreeing little sigh at fingers in her hair, and the process of hearing words, figuring out what they meant and who had said them, before she murmured out something that was probably something like "G'morning, Stark," but you'd have had to be listening carefully to really catch it.

She then started to wonder what time it was, and immediately concluded that whatever time it was...was too early.