That Space Spa That Summer Never Shuts Up About, Monday, June 19

[stykera]

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]

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[stykera]

He wouldn't have hurt the cake, Summer. It was just in the way.

"What do you want, Summer?" Stark asked, voice low, before he pressed a kiss against her neck. "Anything you want."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer closed her eyes and tilted her head back, to encourage Stark to linger a little with those neck kisses as a hand for its way to Stark's back as if to hold him there in that place, in that moment, and breathless sigh escaped her before she would respond.

And when she did, all it was was a quiet little, "Anything?"

[stykera]

"Anything," Stark said against her neck. "Anything at all."

He couldn't get much closer than they were but he could try. One hand made its way to her waist just to make sure she didn't go anywhere, fingers ever so gently sliding under the bottom of her shirt.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was going to move, but it wasn't going to be much. Just pulling away enough to allow her duck her head to seek out Stark's lips with her own again, kissing him deeply, slowly, while making another shift. Angling him toward the bed so that when she pulled away again, it was to push him back onto it. She followed, straddling his hips and grinning down at him, because she knew he was going to go nuts for this one.

He could thank her later.

Or now, really.

"You, Stark," she said, hands on his chest as she looked down at him. "I want you."

And then she was leaning in and kissing him again.

[stykera]

Stark's reply to that was enthusiastic but it was wordless. The groan he let out against Summer's lips was answer enough and kissing her back fiercely was far more important than anything he would say right now. Kissing her back and sliding both of his hands to her waist now to slide under her shirt.

"You have me," he breathed out finally. Very softly.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I know," was Summer's soft and grinning, triumphant response back, once her own kisses migrated over so that she could whisper it in his ear, catching the soft skin of his earlobe gently between her teeth.

Well.

Not TOO gently.

[stykera]

That move got Stark every time. There was a sharp intake of breath followed by "Summer."

He was very aware that Summer was straddling his hips. Very aware that she tasted of space cake and strawberries and he wanted more of that. Very aware that they were wearing far too many clothes right now. Her shirt, at least, he could push upwards to expose more skin, sliding his hands up the sides of her ribs. One thing at a time.