Tan lines

[winsomelosesome]

Who: Jan Van Dyne, OTA
What: Working on her tan
When: Post Memory Storm Event
Where: Temba beach
Warnings: TBD, Slight nudity?



Having lived through her fist storm, Jan could say she didn't really like them. The sure cure that kind of trauma was almost always found poolside, sipping on a strong drink and making eyes at the newest pool boy. Before she do that, she needed to work on her tan.

And so Jan had hiked out to those pretty purple sands and found herself a spot, stretching out on a towel with a good romance novel in hand. Some time later, as she rolled onto her stomach and undid the straps of her top she felt a shadow block her sun and smirk.

"Make yourself useful and get my back?" she said without looking back, offering up bottle of suntan lotion.

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[in_extremis]

A tan should have been higher on Tony's list of priorities. It was important--necessary, even, he realized, as he spotted Jan lounging, like a sign that he had come down to this beach for all of the wrong reasons. Being so disarmingly beautiful was enough to get someone to do anything you wanted, after all, like sink down onto his knees in the sand and greet her with a kiss to the shoulder as he took the lotion from her.

"I'll put it on your tab," he still said, like he could pretend to have any dignity, and carefully brushed any sand from his hands before smoothing one down her back. "Friends and family discount, you know, save you a couple thousand, give or take, for the expertise."

[winsomelosesome]

Looking back over her shoulder, Jan beamed, relaxing comfortably as the lotion was handed off and setting her book aside, trusting him to do a good job

"How generous," she laughed, "And what if I were generous enough have been working on getting some more variety into that wardrobe of yours, mm? What's my tab looking like then?"

[in_extremis]

"A Van Dyne original?" Tony replied, sounding appropriately awed, one delicate hand to his chest. "Custom? Sweetheart, that's priceless, the society pages will be talking about it for the rest of the season, it'll practically be a scandal." He sounded like his mom when he affected the transatlantic accent, making himself laugh before he could refocus and smooth lotion across Jan's shoulders with a careful, searching press for knots of tension. "You'll have to at least tell people that it was paid for in full, or there will be rumours."

[winsomelosesome]

"Originals, even. Imagine that. Gotta have you looking your best, don't we?" She laughed, and ugh- it was nice to have her talents appreciated. She mirrored the accent back almost without thinking and giggled, before relaxing with a groan to tell Tony he'd found the right spot.

"And we've never found ourselves in the gossip mill before now, have we?"

[in_extremis]

Oh, she might have actually been serious. Tony's affect dropped, his surprise genuine while he studied her back like it would tell him when she'd started that project, leaving him quiet above her for a moment with his thumbs working slow circles into her muscles. "You didn't have to do that," he could say no matter why she had made the effort. Before it could linger too long and tarnish the mood, he continued, "It's not the gossip I mind. Please. No point in looking my best if no one is looking."

[winsomelosesome]

She was in fact actually serious, yes. "We found that all fabric back on that other world, it wasn't all for me. And I still remember your measurements, for the most part. Gonna need to do a fitting soon. Menswear isn't my usual area, but I think it'll be all right for these crowds," she laughed, "Oh please, we both know it's fun to look good for ourselves."

[in_extremis]

Jan had dressed most of the Avengers in their most reliable and long-lasting garments, so Tony made a sound of disbelief at her brief attempt at humility, not accepting that she had any weakness worth remarking on. As he moved down her back, ostensibly still spreading lotion, he challenged, "Right, you're out here so you can admire it in the mirror," only once he said it out loud, it did sound convincing. Immediately, he added, "I take it back, throw it in reverse, I'm thinking about it, and I think you should consider letting me watch."

[pursuitofcappiness]

Steve takes the lotion from her and plops down, right into the sand. "You know, if you told me you'd come out to tan, I would've brought my swimsuit."

But, okay, he'll slather her on with some sunscreen for safety, though he's not even sure how strong the sun is here.

[winsomelosesome]

Setting her book down, Jan smirk and shrugs a shoulder. "You don't need a suit to tan," she teases.

"You come out here looking for me, or just for the view?" she asks, looking out towards the water and the waves hitting the purple sand with a soft look.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Came out here for the view, but, the company's a nice thought," he says. "Honestly, I like it better." He smiles and rubs the lotion into her back.

[winsomelosesome]

"Heh, you flirt," Jan laughs, relaxing and letting her eyes fall closed. "There's a lot of worst places to be stranded, huh?"

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Me? You were the one suggesting I tan in the buff," he says, smirking. "Don't worry, you know I'm a gentleman. Need more sunscreen on the front?" he asks. "How long have you been here?"

[winsomelosesome]

"You filled that in for yourself, darling. I just said you didn't need a suit." Oh, it's fun teasing Steve, that'll never get old, no matter the Steve.

And then she can't tell if she's being teased right back, laughing and glancing at her untied straps before shaking her head. "I think I'm good. Finished at least three chapters so far, so...about that long."

[doubled_speed]

And here Tommy had just come to the beach intending to head to the cabin to find his boyfriend. Except when you see people you know out on the beach, of course you're going to stop and come over to talk, right?

Which leaves him standing there awkwardly. Because, well, it's Janet Van Dyne. It's just inherently awkward.

"Um, you sure you want me to do that?" he asks. Like, he's her ex-husbands sorta great-grandson. Is that weird? This is weird.

[winsomelosesome]

You're making it weird.

"It's just lotion. I can do it myself," she says, moving to hold the front of her top in place with an arm so she can sit up and navigate the act herself, looking amused at Tommy's reluctance. "Am I that old all ready? People are going to start giving me that look when I ask for help?"

[doubled_speed]

"You're not old," he insists. Hell, she's younger than most of the other founders of the Avengers given how... well, creepy Hank was. They can all admit to that, right?

But damn his eyes are definitely looking skyward when he realizes her top is not tied. Even if she WASN'T sorta a founder of the Avengers, and older than him, and had history with the family and and and, he was still a guy seeing someone, and seeing any person even partially naked was not cool. And if she slipped on her grip for even a second, he'd see it, no matter how fast she was.

"Not most people. Just, you know. Me. Maybe Billy. Actually, probably not Billy. Dude has a lot of chill in strange places."

[winsomelosesome]

They can. And he was.

Well this was why she wanted help, Tommy. But she's done this plenty of times, she's not going to flash you, don't worry. She just doesn't want tan lines.

"So just you then?"

[doubled_speed]

Good. Admissions that creepy dudes are creepy is important.

Though really, are tan lines that much of a sin?

"So just me then. Maybe. I can't guarantee," Tommy points out. "I know. I'm weird. Too much time to think. Speedster pitfall."

[winsomelosesome]

Sigh. Really Tommy, are we that far behind in our fashion lessons?

"You're less blunt that your Uncle. But I can see the resemblance. Plenty of foot in mouth action. So- if you're not going to help me, you can at least get me up to speed. How've you been?"

[thelastechidna]

As it turns out, Jan is talking to a three-foot echidna. He takes the bottle in his gloved hands and just stares at it. "Huh?"

Well, leave it to Knuckles to get in a strange situation when he's walking around occupied with thoughts about the Storm.

[winsomelosesome]

A three-for echidna is a bit odd, but not so much for Jan, just a little unexpected. She does come from a world full of mutants after all.

But given how it...he?- just stares at the bottle she wonders if maybe they don't speak English.

"...or don't." She motions for him to hand it back.

[thelastechidna]

Knuckles definitely speaks English, but has never gotten into such a situation before, as Amy Rose never asks him to apply lotion on her.

He flushes, just as glad to hand it back. "Were you expecting someone?" he wonders, not used to the idea of someone just asking anyone to do it.

[winsomelosesome]

"Nope, just taking advantage of a helping hand while it was available. Hard to reach." With human proportions at least.

[thelastechidna]

"Oh." Again Knuckles looks awkward. He's starting to realize too that there may be a lot of people here he doesn't even know, since he usually keeps to himself.

"Have you been here long?" he asks.

[winsomelosesome]

Time's difficult to approximate here, and Jan considers a moment.
"Since around the time of those weird monsters with the flower petal heads?" So a while now.

"Or the beach? Not quite a long as that."