Scott and Jean, Monday afternoon

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They sit in a park and eat ice cream. Yes, it's as fluffy as it sounds. Although Jean also gets rather... suggestive with a spoon. And Scott gets an idea.


"This park is like something out of a Norman Rockwell print," Scott said thoughtfully, then blinked at his ice cream. Which was dripping. "I obviously need to appreciate the scenery less and eat more."

"Definitely the advantage to the little cups of ice cream. Less dripping on me. Also, spoon." She waved the little plastic spoon at him, smirking.

"Except then you don't get the waffle cone." Scott applied himself to his ice cream dutifully. It was rather good ice cream. #How's yours?#

"True, I just have to convince you to give me some of yours. I don't think it will be hard." The spoon disappeared for a bit, being applied to its actual purpose. "Mmmm, excellent."

"Hey, I love you," Scott said, "but nothing was said about sharing the waffle cone." He grinned. "Especially not the chocolate-dipped waffle cone."

Jean grinned up at him, comfortably stretched out on her stomach, ankles crossed above her back. "Are you suggesting I'm not persuasive enough to get you to share? Sounds like a challenge..."

"Mmm. Would I do something like that?" Scott gave her an innocent look. "You'd think I was looking for a particular kind of persuasion or something..."

"And that would be shocking, that would. Possibly even down right scandalous."

Oh, that was an alarming look. He was torn between shifting sideways a little and laughing. In the end he did both. "My waffle cone," he insisted. "Mine."

"Right, just keep telling yourself that," Jean said. "I'll just be over here with my dutch chocolate and my spoon." Watching him through her lashes, she proceeded to prove that it was entirely possible to be both shocking and scandalous with a spoon.

Scott imagined he was turning quite red. Not to mention the shifting uncomfortably, because she was sending images up the link as to precisely how the technique with the spoon could be adapted to other things. And would be, as soon as they got back to the B&B. If he just shared some of his waffle cone.

One of her college friends had said once that it wasn't teasing as long as you planned to follow through. And Jean definitely planned to follow through. But the teasing was also fun.

Scott sighed. He attempted to make it sound like a martyred sigh, as he extended the ice cream cone, not looking at her.

#Oh yes, clearly you are greatly put upon.# There was much smirk coloring her mental tone. She took a small bite of the waffle cone, which was really good, before returning it. Really, she'd mainly wanted to prove she could get him to share.

#Whipped is the word some of the guys would probably use. Even the ones who are quite cheerfully whipped themselves.# Scott turned his attention back to the ice cream cone as he was permitted to reclaim it.

#Possibly, yes.# Jean flexed her shoes off, letting them dangle from her toes. #Although given the lengths you can get me to go with the puppy dog look, I don't think you really get to complain.#

"Well, you're right, there is a certain amount of fairness here. I do have a defense." Scott grinned, and in a few bites, finished off the cone. "Messy stuff," he said cheerfully, reaching for one of the napkins.

Jean's own ice cream was mostly done, but she was full. "Want the rest of this?"

Scott gave it a thoughtful look, but then decided against it. "Nah. The 'two scoops' in the waffle cone was more like three. I think I'm full too."

"'Kay." Jean set the cup down, with its spoon of evil and rolled over to get a better look at the clear blue sky. "Are we sure we can't just stay here forever?"

"It wouldn't be the perfect little vacation hideaway if we stayed here forever," Scott pointed out, with perhaps a little bit too much logic for the moment. "Besides. Our heads would explode. Well, mine would, at least."

"Which would be messy," Jean sighed. "And most unfortunate. I'm fond of your head. Mine too, come to think of it."

"I get the whole 'not wanting to go back' thing, though," Scott said, his smile a bit wry. "There's a part of me... well, suffice to say there's a reason I don't go on long vacations anymore. Too much of a tempation."

Jean's smile was much brighter. "Ah, then my new mission must be to build up your tolerance. Get you to the point where you can manage at least a week's vacation and still go back. Possibly even two."

"Two weeks of vacation," Scott said wonderingly, then gave her a thoughtful look.

"Hmmm?" Jean asked, cocking her head up at him.

"Two weeks vacation... just boggling at the thought," Scott said very quietly, looking away suddenly. "It'd have to be a special occasion. Highly motivational and all that."

His mind had that 'I'm thinking about something but I don't think I'm ready to share' feeling to it, so Jean didn't press. Instead she just smiled at him. "I'll keep that in mind. Am sure we can find something special enough."