fh_trips | Waves Resort & Spa, Saint James, Barbados [Sunday Afternoon/Evening]

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Waves Resort & Spa, Saint James, Barbados [Sunday Afternoon/Evening]

There was a slight temperature difference as Fandom arrived in Barbados, as sunny skies and 82-degree weather greeted them for the start of spring break. It was time to check in, get settled, and explore!

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Stark still didn't have any social medias and relied on Summer for that sort of valuable intel. He also relied on Summer for the very cute swimsuits and was now walking over to peer at the contents of the suitcase.

"Walking is good. We could wander around after we lounge around? And we do have time. A whole week of warm weather!"

This winter was just bothering him more than usual ~~or maybe it was method RP~~.

"And party Wednesday? In here?"

When Stark came over, Summer nudged his away gently with her shoulder. "Have some respect," she stated, "for the art of the reveal. And, yes, duh, obviously a party on Wednesdays, in here. It's tradition! And I did not lug my jello suitcase with me all the way to Barbados to not have another epic room party."

"No preview?"

Stark sighed a very heavy and put-upon sigh and flopped down on the bed where the suitcase wasn't, covering his face with his hand.

"I'll be patient then."

Or he'd get sent to another part of the room. One of those.

Summer scoffed at little, rolling her eyes at Mr. Drama Queen over here. "Poor you," she stated with a smirk, tossing a cute (of course) little pink floral print cover up (no, she did not plan on using that much at all but it seemed good to at least have) at him in this clearly pressing time of need. "How will you survive? But okay, how about this. You can pick the color, that's kind of like a preview."

Stark laughed, peered at the cover up, and then covered his face once more.

He could be a little dramatic. As a treat!

"What are my options for colors? Your options. The options?"

"Well, pink, obviously," said Summer, because did she even need to say it? "But you could also go red or black or green or blue."

There was a pause.

"Or yellow or white," she added.

Had she brought a different swimsuit for each day they were here?

Maaaaaybeeee.

"So many," Stark said, grinning at the ceiling and deliberately not looking her way.

"I think...yellow. For today."

Thought he was going to say blue or pink, didn't you?

"I did not bring that many. I think I just have black and pink." It was kind of amazing he owned two pairs of trunks, honestly.

"I love that you still have those pink ones," said Summer, despite the fact that she knew he would probably have those for pretty much ever.

Just how she knew he wasn't going to pick pink or blur, actually, because those would be too obvious. So there.

"But yellow it is," she said, as she now shifted through her suitcase with a more focused goal now to find it. "Oh, you are going to like this one, Stark."

He was going to love all of them, let's be real.

"Okay," she said, "I'm going to pop into the bathroom to change. Be ready when I get out?"

Good that he wasn't too predictable!

"I like the pink ones," Stark said. "But black today for me, I think."

Maybe he'd end up with a ridiculously loud floral print pair someday. Just because.

"And of course I'll like this one. I always like them. Because I like you."

He'd have the black trunks on before she was back out of the bathroom.

"No," Summer said, leaning over the bed to kiss him, "I mean you'll really like this one."

She kisses him again and sang out a "BRB!" before flouncing off to the bathroom. And with a little extra time to adjust her make-up and fix her hair and make Stark wait just that little bit longer, she stepped out in the yellow suit.

"Ready?"

"Oh, I like that one very much," Stark breathed out, closing the distance between them so he could put his hands right on those cutouts and kiss her to show just how much he liked it.

"Very, very much."

He very much wanted to unzip that zipper but he'd just have to refrain for now. Had to save something for later.

Summer bit her lip after that kiss in an entirely failed attempt to hold back a smug smirks. "Told you," she reminded him, and her arms looped loosely over his shoulders as she pressed in closer for another kiss, a lingering one, one that definitely gave his hands the chance to discover that the cutout included her back, too.

Her fingers drifted down his torso, taking his hand as she began to pull him with her toward the door.

"Come on," she said, "let's get out to that beach."

Oh, he noticed the cutout went to her back. The appreciative noise he made when his hands settled there was evidence of that.

"We could stay here," Stark pointed out, squeezing her hand. But he wasn't really resisting. He did want to go be on the beach, in the sun.

"Or just come back before dinner."

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