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That Space Spa That Summer Never Shuts Up About, Monday, June 19
Stark had, somehow, managed not to spoil this birthday surprise for Summer despite wanting to several times. He was good at keeping secrets. This was just one he wanted to tell someone about and Summer was the person he told most things to. Still, she'd been surprised. He thought she was happy with everything so far. He hoped she was.
They'd arrived and checked in. He'd dropped off his bag to be delivered to the room later. He'd worn his leather pants as requested though he'd changed out of them and into one of the very lovely robes provided by the spa.
The only issue so far had been that while he'd scheduled two massages it had somehow been recorded as a couples massage with the two of them in the same room. Stark, extremely flustered, had stammered out that they were friends and not a couple. The spa staff had been unimpressed and pointed out that they really didn't care about the nature of their relationship (or lack thereof) and there were not any single massage rooms available so it was this or one of them would miss out entirely. Summer, naturally, objected to the idea that Stark was just going to go mope in a hallway or something and told him to stay.
After that massage that had been somewhat less relaxing for Stark than anticipated they'd headed to the strawberry-scented mineral pool for a soak. Stark was trying not to give Summer too many nervous glances. He wanted this all to go well but it wasn't about him. It was about Summer having a day where she had people to take care of her every need and whim.
"Have you decided what you want to do next? Whatever you like, remember. Anything they have. It's your birthday and you should have what you like." Stark had said similar things already today. He would likely say them again.
[For that gently modded birthday girl and NFB for distance]
They'd arrived and checked in. He'd dropped off his bag to be delivered to the room later. He'd worn his leather pants as requested though he'd changed out of them and into one of the very lovely robes provided by the spa.
The only issue so far had been that while he'd scheduled two massages it had somehow been recorded as a couples massage with the two of them in the same room. Stark, extremely flustered, had stammered out that they were friends and not a couple. The spa staff had been unimpressed and pointed out that they really didn't care about the nature of their relationship (or lack thereof) and there were not any single massage rooms available so it was this or one of them would miss out entirely. Summer, naturally, objected to the idea that Stark was just going to go mope in a hallway or something and told him to stay.
After that massage that had been somewhat less relaxing for Stark than anticipated they'd headed to the strawberry-scented mineral pool for a soak. Stark was trying not to give Summer too many nervous glances. He wanted this all to go well but it wasn't about him. It was about Summer having a day where she had people to take care of her every need and whim.
"Have you decided what you want to do next? Whatever you like, remember. Anything they have. It's your birthday and you should have what you like." Stark had said similar things already today. He would likely say them again.
[For that gently modded birthday girl and NFB for distance]
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Her limbs felt like wet noodles and her back was so free of knots and tangles that it might just completely unravel, and it was the best feeling ever, especially following so closely on the coattails of the stress of dealing with her family for Father's Day yesterday, and all the working out she'd been doing lately.
God, she needed to do this more often.
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"As long as you come out of the water eventually. There are other things to see, later. And it would be difficult to get your nails painted while you're in here. I'm sure they could manage though."
Especially the way Stark tipped, let's be real.
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She might just want to take a nap or something before they hit up the nail salon here. A nap also sounded pretty good right about now.
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They were in her space right now, after all, there was no telling what might happen, even in the space spa.
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He would have been so sad though and she certainly knew that. She knew him very well.
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Even if her tone seemed to suggest it most certainly could. Still, she considered Stark speculatively.
"Is there anything you might be hoping to get in? While we're here?"
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He had hinted at chocolate and fruit and wine, hadn't he? Or had it been cheese and fruit and wine?
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"Ooooh." Summer sounded impressed. "A second surprise?"
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He had a bottle of something sparkly coming later. Once they'd finally made their way to the suite he'd booked for her.
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There was definitely cheese coming. A fancy little charcuterie board to go with the sparkly wine. But that was for later.
"Do you think I should have sparkly nails?"
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He thought she might say pink. Somehow.
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For all her time spent at this resort, she'd never actually done the overnight thing, so she was feeling pretty excited to see what that was going to be like.
"And, I don't know," she said. "Get whatever you want. They're your nails. I know I'm probably going to be getting pink."
Shocker.
"Maybe something else if they've got the cool color changing polishes again this time."