stykera | Sandals Resort, Grenada, Sunday 12/24

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Sandals Resort, Grenada, Sunday 12/24

Stark didn't always take initiative when he ought to. Yesterday had been an exception and given the reaction he was feeling like he ought to take initiative more often.

For the moment, he and Summer were taking in the absolutely ridiculous suite he'd managed to book. He'd promised a private pool and somewhere warm and he'd delivered.

"So," he asked after watching her explore their new surroundings for a bit with a grin on his face, "will this suit you for the holiday? The pool and the other pools and the beach and...all of it?"

He knew she'd seen every corner of the suite. He'd watched her and delighted in her reactions to every new thing she discovered.

Not bad for a 'situationship,' eh?

[NFB for distance, obvs. Spoiled ginger not-quite-girlfriend modded with permission or this would be real weird...]

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See, Stark? See what happened when you actually got over all your weird little anxieties and doubts and actually took initiative? Summer got to gush over an amazing opportunity to be all bougie and colonialism-blind on a tropical island for Christmas, and she was absolutely going to make sure he saw plenty of direct benefits to being so ridiculous on her behalf.

"Heh," she snorted, "suit."

But with no other interesting or fascinating corner of the suite to fawn over or check for signs of being bugged and/or trapped, she found her way back over to Stark, gave him two seconds and a smile to get prepared, and then grabbed his shirt to pull him in and throw her arms around his shoulders for a kiss to let him know how much she approved, almost as much as he showed her how much he approved of her swimwear the night before.

"It's perfect," she told him, arms still draped over his shoulders, body pressed in close, fingers brushing at the nape of his neck. "Thank you."

Her eyes drifted around the room once again and she shook her head.

"I think the most impressive part is that you were able to snag this on such short notice," she commented. "I mean, geez, Stark, what did you do? Did ou have to kill a guy for this room or something?"

It was totally okay if he said yes, fyi.

If he got kisses like that just for booking hotel rooms perhaps more short trips were in order.

Stark's own hands were on Summer's sides and the small of her back (he couldn't quite keep them still) and he was grinning at her foolishly.

"I didn't kill anyone," he protested, laughing softly, and sliding his hands a little lower. "I just looked for something and someone must have canceled and I had enough money so I just...did it. For you."

Summer was such a positive influence on his life.

"And for me. For us."

It was true. There was nothing more positive than throwing away large amounts of cash on last-minute lavish Christmas vacations just because someone had something about going somewhere warm, and it just grew from there.

Summer opened her mouth to argue the point (somewhat performatively, yes, but still!) about it being for her, when Stark came in with that last part, and so she got to close her mouth, and looked incredibly pleased that she didn't have to point that out.

So he got himself another kiss, but this one was a very different kind, still appreciative, but in a much softer, gentler, warm-rather-than-hot kind of way. And she looked at him for a moment to just sort of let that linger before she pulled away.

"I'm way too overdressed for this place," she announced, flouncing over to her suitcase, "I'm getting into a swimsuit."

That kiss left Stark feeling just a little melted inside and he was just going to watch her, smiling softly, as he let that warm feeling in his chest spread.

"Which one?" he asked after a moment. "I liked them all very much."

He'd made that clear last night, hadn't he?

"Did you want to go the beach? Or the pool? Or our pool? What would you like to do first?"

He would be happy to stay in this suite the whole time but he was sure Summer wanted to explore the grounds more.

"The black one!" Summer sang out, just to see what he'd say with that suggestion, especially because they never did find that top. "And down to the beach!"

"Both halves?" Stark asked quickly, hurrying after her to peer over her shoulder into the suitcase.

"I'm not sure you can wear only half down there. Up here...you can wear whatever you like up here."

He had some thoughts about the pool and those oversized tubs, Summer. Some thoughts he was eager to share.

"Should I bring a shirt? Or just swim shorts? I have the black ones and the pink ones." He did not have a Speedo.

"I was just kidding," Summer assured him, grinning over her shoulder at him. "I was going to wear the pink one."

Which pink one? Guess he'd find out.

"Do you think you should do pink, too? Or is that too matchy?"

Yeah, she already figured she knew the answer to that one.

"The pink shorts I brought to Indonesia?"

Stark grinned back and stepped in closer so he could wrap his arms around her middle.

"Mmm, I like the pink one. Any pink one. I like pink. And we can match if you don't mind."

Maybe if he kissed her neck, just so, she'd be more inclined to matching?

"And yes, those pink ones you brought to Indonesia. Unless you want them back?"

Summer wasn't sure about it making her more inclined toward matching, but those arms around her paired with a kiss on her neck? Definitely made her more inclined to lean back into Stark and put her hands on his.

"I think you'd probably get more use out of them, really," she said. "Definitely wear those. You look good in those. I have really good taste."

"The best taste," Stark agreed, nuzzling her neck.

"Pink shorts. No shirt. We'll get drinks by the water."

As long as she stayed close he might not even worry too much about standing out here. The staff, at least, seemed very discreet and unconcerned with his appearance.

"Maybe even swim? Or we could save that for up here..."

"Believe me, Stark," Summer said, wriggling a little against him inticingly, before turning around, to face him, and slide her arms around his neck, "when we're in here, we're not going to be swimming."

"No swimming?" Stark asked, eyebrow raised. "Hmm. We don't have to swim."

He gave her a wicked little grin. "As long as we still get to enjoy the pool. Our pool, just for us. With no one else around..." He let his voice trail off and grinned again before stepping back a little. Just a half-step, not enough to really pull away.

"Summer, if we don't get changed now we may never get down to the beach." Which would be a shame, really. He liked the beach.

"Why are you saying that," asked Summer, with a faint grin back, and with Stark moving back just that little bit, it gave her space to slide her hands down to his chest, "like it's a bad thing?"

"Not a bad thing," Stark said, voice low. "But the beach will be better in the sun and I promised you drinks and I want to make sure you have everything you want while we're here."

"And," he added, sliding his own hands down her sides, "I want to see all of your swim suits."

The smile on Summer's face suggested that the promise of sunshine and drinks on the beach and, more importantly, everything she wanted was a very good argument, indeed, and her lip momentarily tucked itself between her teeth as she looked at Stark innocently.

"But you already did see all of them," she pointed out sweetly.

"I only saw one of them up close," Stark pointed out, holding her gaze. "I need to see the others, too. Up close. Very close."

He had to inspect those cutouts. And the integrity of the ties. And see how well they fit.

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