No matter what else happens, this much is true: there is a person in the world who thinks of you kindly, and wishes you well.
Even if we never write together again, no matter what happens, you’re in my heart, and that will never change.
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Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed trying to sleep, I think about you. I wonder how you’re doing. If you think of me at all. Why you shut me away. (I’m selfish, I have those thoughts.)
I think of you. And I miss you. The way you made me smile. The way you write. The little things you shared about your life. We don’t say much about our lives often here, amongst the roleplay. Not obviously, anyway. But things slip through, and I know life is no easier for you than it is for me,
You made my life a little easier, and I miss that. (I’m selfish that way.)
I never got to say goodbye; you just disappeared. It’s a hole in my heart. I made a little space for you, and you aren’t there anymore. So I miss you.
Darling, I want you and your mun to know that no matter how hard things are or get, Kate and I love you. And it makes my heart ache to see you hurting. *pulls you into a tight hug and kisses your hair* I love you, kid… Don’t forget that.
*looks confused* /I’m/ fine. It’s my mun. She’s just. It’s hard. And she misses Kate. She misses writing, you know?
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Well, I wouldn’t know about your coordination >.< but I mean – //you// are – when you put you body together with your mind, or either on their own, you’re just…. lovely. I can’t explain it. But I /know/ it’s true.
You are a terrible, terrible flatterer. Wicked. I hide now.
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I will never get over how long your hair is and how elegant you are. It kind of isnt happening
I’m sorry, wait, what, elegant? I’m an ill-balanced limbsy person who needs about five lbs to disappear from her middle and ass. I don’t see myself as elegant. @.@
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Summer lifted her drink, starting to laugh. “All right, all right. I can take a hint. No more questions. How can I help you stop thinking, Mr. Stark?” She tried her best to look seductive, feeling very awkward. “After all, you dragged me away from the dancing, the least you can do is make use of me.”
Tony looked up from the glass now on his hand and paused. Logically, he knew Summer was still across the bar from him, but it suddenly felt like that distance was much shorter. His pulse did a surprised double take. He swallowed half his drink in one go and set it down on the counter.
“Because… you looked like you were enjoying the dancing so much,” he replied sarcastically. It came out a bit late.
He circled the bar to her side, mulling her words over. Summer certainly was beautiful. If this was the least he could do… Tony brushed his fingers over her hair.
“Nobody asked me,” she riposted. “I’d’ve enjoyed it more if someone had bothered to ask me to dance.” Then he was right /there/, right beside her, charming and handsome and touching her braids, and her pulse felt like it was choking her. The stool was tall enough to let her look him in the eyes. And maybe she was a little drunk, maybe she was giving in to the taste of him in her mind, maybe this would be a disaster after.
Carefully she set her glass down, proud that the hammering of her heart didn’t make her hand tremble. Green eyes locked to whiskey-amber, she reached up to pull a rhinestone hairpin from under his hand, and another. Another, until the braids slipped from their coil around her head and down her back. “What would you like to do with me?”
“Let me think about that,” he said quietly. His body leaned forward on its own accord, framing hers against the bar. With an unsteady, hopeful breath, Tony closed the gap and brushed his lips over Summer’s. He started slower, flicking his tongue out experimentally over her lips, almost kissing her carefully. A subtle, electric tingle crawled up his spine.
Tony smiled, “You are far too beautiful to resist, did you know that?”
He wove his hands into the braids, unravelling them further. All the while, he was unable to draw his eyes from her lips for more than a few seconds.
Oh, gods. Tony Stark was kissing her, and it was /glorious/. He didn’t rush, he didn’t overwhelm, it was almost polite and far from chaste. All Summer could do was stare at him, breathing hard through parted lips while he sank his hands into her hair. “I didn’t quite catch that,” she murmured, before leaning forward to initiate a kiss of her own, a little shy, a little delicate. It had been a very long time since her last kiss, after all.
Tony sighed softly into the second kiss, shifting closer to her. Her response was thrilling, and terribly sweet. A slow intoxication filled his veins, changing the way he felt time flow around them, as if it were measured in the movements of her lips rather than seconds. He put aside the well of intricate feelings growing and focused on the actions he made. They were easier to understand, more expressive than he could hope to articulate so long as he was holding her.
Summer drew away, not quite ready to surrender wholly to what he felt. What was happening here could change her crush into something deeper, or destroy anything between them utterly. She couldn’t make herself put him away entirely, but just a moment … that would be okay. She slid her hands up his chest wonderingly, fingernails scraping over the fabric. “What do you see?” she whispered, searching his face.
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Summer lifted her drink, starting to laugh. “All right, all right. I can take a hint. No more questions. How can I help you stop thinking, Mr. Stark?” She tried her best to look seductive, feeling very awkward. “After all, you dragged me away from the dancing, the least you can do is make use of me.”
Tony looked up from the glass now on his hand and paused. Logically, he knew Summer was still across the bar from him, but it suddenly felt like that distance was much shorter. His pulse did a surprised double take. He swallowed half his drink in one go and set it down on the counter.
“Because… you looked like you were enjoying the dancing so much,” he replied sarcastically. It came out a bit late.
He circled the bar to her side, mulling her words over. Summer certainly was beautiful. If this was the least he could do… Tony brushed his fingers over her hair.
“Nobody asked me,” she riposted. “I’d’ve enjoyed it more if someone had bothered to ask me to dance.” Then he was right /there/, right beside her, charming and handsome and touching her braids, and her pulse felt like it was choking her. The stool was tall enough to let her look him in the eyes. And maybe she was a little drunk, maybe she was giving in to the taste of him in her mind, maybe this would be a disaster after.
Carefully she set her glass down, proud that the hammering of her heart didn’t make her hand tremble. Green eyes locked to whiskey-amber, she reached up to pull a rhinestone hairpin from under his hand, and another. Another, until the braids slipped from their coil around her head and down her back. “What would you like to do with me?”
“Let me think about that,” he said quietly. His body leaned forward on its own accord, framing hers against the bar. With an unsteady, hopeful breath, Tony closed the gap and brushed his lips over Summer’s. He started slower, flicking his tongue out experimentally over her lips, almost kissing her carefully. A subtle, electric tingle crawled up his spine.
Tony smiled, “You are far too beautiful to resist, did you know that?”
He wove his hands into the braids, unravelling them further. All the while, he was unable to draw his eyes from her lips for more than a few seconds.
Oh, gods. Tony Stark was kissing her, and it was /glorious/. He didn’t rush, he didn’t overwhelm, it was almost polite and far from chaste. All Summer could do was stare at him, breathing hard through parted lips while he sank his hands into her hair. “I didn’t quite catch that,” she murmured, before leaning forward to initiate a kiss of her own, a little shy, a little delicate. It had been a very long time since her last kiss, after all.
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“I’m not sure this qualifies as you taking me out for drinks,” Summer commented, lifting her glass to him before taking a sip. “Though the question stands, in a different form. What changed?” She made interlocking rings on the countertop with the glass, not looking at him. “It’s clear that something did. And I’m sure it’s nothing to do with me. I expect you’d’ve picked up some girl at the party anyway.”
Tony made a cynical face at himself, “No, I’m sure it doesn’t but I could be doing worse, right? If the ‘out’ bit means that much, we could go back out on the landing pad?”
He managed a small chuckle there, and rearranged a row of glasses. After a moment’s thought, he started mixing something for himself, talking smoothly again. “Hell if I know! — I got bored? Bored leads to thinking, and science, and cars, and wasting time… and lots of drinking. I’m trying to avoid most of that… the thinking bit, at least.”
His head was already getting sore, as if to prove his point.
Summer lifted her drink, starting to laugh. “All right, all right. I can take a hint. No more questions. How can I help you stop thinking, Mr. Stark?” She tried her best to look seductive, feeling very awkward. “After all, you dragged me away from the dancing, the least you can do is make use of me.”
Tony looked up from the glass now on his hand and paused. Logically, he knew Summer was still across the bar from him, but it suddenly felt like that distance was much shorter. His pulse did a surprised double take. He swallowed half his drink in one go and set it down on the counter.
“Because… you looked like you were enjoying the dancing so much,” he replied sarcastically. It came out a bit late.
He circled the bar to her side, mulling her words over. Summer certainly was beautiful. If this was the least he could do… Tony brushed his fingers over her hair.
“Nobody asked me,” she riposted. “I’d’ve enjoyed it more if someone had bothered to ask me to dance.” Then he was right /there/, right beside her, charming and handsome and touching her braids, and her pulse felt like it was choking her. The stool was tall enough to let her look him in the eyes. And maybe she was a little drunk, maybe she was giving in to the taste of him in her mind, maybe this would be a disaster after.
Carefully she set her glass down, proud that the hammering of her heart didn’t make her hand tremble. Green eyes locked to whiskey-amber, she reached up to pull a rhinestone hairpin from under his hand, and another. Another, until the braids slipped from their coil around her head and down her back. “What would you like to do with me?”
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Picking up her skirts with one hand, Summer wandered over to the bar, hitching herself up on a stool. She leaned both elbows on the counter, watching Tony with head tilted to one side. “You’re saying … whenever you just wanted sex, they wanted something more serious? And … you,” she cleared her throat, stalling, then just went on with it, “you can’t figure out how to be exclusive in a relationship?”
One hand came up to prop her chin as she studied him. Did he expect her to fix this? She could sense the loneliness, like bitter almonds in the air, and that he regarded her highly, but what did he want? Suddenly noticing her, and bringing her back to his tower, confessing that he’d thought of asking her out for drinks — it was all a little too faery tale.
Self-consciously, Summer added, “What changed your mind?”
“It’s more like – as much as I may have wanted it, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be a healthy partner for her. My reputation as a colossal ass stand for a reason – I don’t put others first. I don’t even realize that I’m not thinking of them! And then I’ve hurt them, and it’s usually something I can’t repair… Machines are so much more forgiving…”
He passed her a glass and filled it to the brim. A few drinks sounded good right then, but he couldn’t make up his mind, so he just leaned up against the bar, opposite her.
“My mind never changed – just my ability to deny myself, I guess…”
“I’m not sure this qualifies as you taking me out for drinks,” Summer commented, lifting her glass to him before taking a sip. “Though the question stands, in a different form. What changed?” She made interlocking rings on the countertop with the glass, not looking at him. “It’s clear that something did. And I’m sure it’s nothing to do with me. I expect you’d’ve picked up some girl at the party anyway.”
Tony made a cynical face at himself, “No, I’m sure it doesn’t but I could be doing worse, right? If the ‘out’ bit means that much, we could go back out on the landing pad?”
He managed a small chuckle there, and rearranged a row of glasses. After a moment’s thought, he started mixing something for himself, talking smoothly again. “Hell if I know! — I got bored? Bored leads to thinking, and science, and cars, and wasting time… and lots of drinking. I’m trying to avoid most of that… the thinking bit, at least.”
is head was already getting sore, as if to prove his point.
Summer lifted her drink, starting to laugh. “All right, all right. I can take a hint. No more questions. How can I help you stop thinking, Mr Stark?” She tried her best to look seductive, feeling very awkward. “After all, you dragged me away from the dancing, the least you can do is make use of me.”