tasernanny | Dream of Californication

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Dream of Californication

It’s a gorgeous California spring day. The sun is shining, the air warm and softly scented with flowers. And fresh produce. The farmer’s market sprawls across the lush manicured lawn of a city park. There’s a gazebo in the center with a live bluegrass band. Honestly, it’s a perfect morning straight out of a movie.

Phil has a travel mug of coffee in one hand and Scott’s in the other, fingers laced together because Phil is a sap. He likes holding hands. And after putting Scott through his sexual paces last night it’s nice to be sweet and gentle with him.

“You know,” he says, studying the market through the lenses of his sunglasses. “I should bring something back for the team.”

They were very curious when he said he was taking leave for the weekend but he also refused to say where he was going and what he was doing. He imagined it was driving them all crazy back at base.

They’d better not use the satellites to spy on him. Phil’s told them not to abuse the tech. He’ll worry about that on Monday. When he goes back.

He smiles at Scott. There are a lot of stalls to see. Somewhere someone’s selling bread. He can smell that in the air but they only just got here and Phil doesn’t want to rush.

“You’ve got to have a vendor you always visit.” Phil’s guessing but he has a good read on Scott. The man would absolutely pick favorite vendor who’s fruits and vegetables were better than anyone else’s.

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It will be a whole thing and an interesting one. Phil's faced down bombs, torture, and Asgardian Gods so he imagines Scott's ex-convict friends are going to be an interesting stand off. He already expects none of them will really like Scott dating essentially a cop.

He's more nervous about the fact he might meet Scott's daughter one day. That's the person he wants to like him. Cassie's the one that matters.

Not yet, though. They're still in the early, mostly honeymoon phase of their relationship. Things could change. Work could get in the way. There are a number of factors to consider on why this won't work out.

None of which are on Phil's mind right now because Scott makes lovely noises and complimenting his skills. Any man would like it.

"You can hold your own," he murmurs back just as soft. "Some of those moves are a little underhanded but I like the challenge."

A perfectly obedient person would be boring in bed. He likes Scott's spirit, kind of like how he enjoys Scott's jokes. He still shifts them away from talk of kinky sex in public. He can tell Scott's having to control himself.

"Have you seen anything that inspires you?" he asks gesturing with a hand to mean the market as a whole. "I'll admit I'm curious about the homemade chorizo we saw earlier."

"Chorizo huh?' Scott welcomes the distraction because Phil will have to keep him focused, he's a very distracted person and can easily get himself wrapped up in a moment without much thought to the outside world. But it's probably not best to try and jump the other man in the middle of the market, so it's good someone has more than the two braincells.

"What about Mexican soup with it?" He seems to have a light bulb moment. "Yeah. That'd be actually really good! We can get some fresh veggies and cilantro. I have some veggie stock I have to use up anyway. Perfect." Well hope you want soup Phil cause Scotts just decided that's what they're having, it's been a long time since he's made it. You can thank Luis for it, even if Phil is right. He probably would be 100% weirded out by Scott dating Phil, not because he's a man but because he was a cop.

But he also thought it was weird Scott still hung out with Woo sometimes when he was in town so there was that.

"There's a guy in the back who has like the best herbs and even does like rubs and mixed spices and stuff."

"We can make fresh bread to go with it." Phil is perfectly fine with soup. He drapes his arm over Scott's shoulders and steers him towards the back of the market. What he assumes is the back but Scott can correct him if necessary. "Although, what should we do for desert?"

He is planning to stay that long. At least one more night before his own sense of responsibility pulls him back to work. It's a miracle he's taken a weekend off but that whole dead business did really change his view on a lot of things. He wants to be here and the world can wait for two days so he can. Even thinking it feels like tempting fate.

It's worth it to watch Scott get inspired and embrace that inspiration without any hesitation. He brightens, his handsome face lighting up so Phil can see some of the wrinkles around his eyes and the corner of his mouth. He's a really handsome guy.

"Does this herb guy make any soup mixes I can take back on the plane?" Phil would like to make the food on the Bus as good as possible with a tiny plane kitchen. It's a great plane but it's not the kitchen at Scott's place.

"That sounds absolutely heavenly." He leans into the touch a little as they walk together. Scott taking care to match Phil's pace.

That's one of the moments Scott has been so likened to a retriever in so many way. Just happy to be there. He'll deal with the consequences later of fate catching up to them. Right now he simply nods at the others inquiry.

"Oh yeah he's got all the good stuff." He smiles moving a little in beat to the music. He is honestly that excited, and the good thing about soup is it's very set it and forget it. Leaving them open for other things after all the prep work. "He does dry rubs to die for." Scott's practically drooling as a hand snakes up to meet Phil's own soaking in their closeness. "And I may even have an extra Dutch oven you can borrow. Might help you out." His kitchen is small but perfect for working his magic.

He's excited to cook a good meal for Phil, hopefully getting the chance to repay him for honestly taking such good care of him in so many ways lately.

"That's nice of you to offer but I could only use it at the secret base and not on the Bus where I spend most of my time." Phil still believed in leading from the field and not behind a desk. Desk work was incredibly boring after a long time. Yes, he knew everything about paperwork but that didn't mean he really enjoyed it. It needed to get done.

He lifts his arm enough for Scott to dance a little, watching him with fond amusement. It's like he can't stop himself but the music was good. Okay, he would make a note of that. Take Scott dancing.

"Besides if you give me the means to cook for myself I would need to come up with new reasons to visit you," he teases.

Once Scott settles down Phil puts his arm right back across his shoulders. He doesn't intend to go anywhere and would definitely return for more than Scott's cooking.

"You sure? It's just a little baby one." He teases, it's the one he got when he lived with Luis for a bit. It wasn't very big but it was a pretty nice one, they'll have to revisit it.

Scotts even the sort to dance to the beat in his own head. He appreciates the space for movement and even pulls Phil in for a wave or two of hands before settling back into his arm and finding the booth he was talking about. It's loaded with fresh and dried herbs. Everything from sage to cilantro. Packs of dried mixtures from dry rubs to mix ins for dips.

"Mmm... Can't have that. I have to be good for something in this relationship." He teases, he knows he's more than just a cook but he likes doing that for others. It's how he shows love and dare he say it, he really loves Phil. He wont say it yet but he feels it, he feels it so much. Especially in this moment, it makes him feel like he's walking on clouds. But thankfully the smell of cilantro brings him back and he gives the others arm a squeeze before leaning into to find the best little bunch he can. Small little leaves with potent smell, that's how you know they're perfect.

"No you don't. You just stand there and look pretty. That's all I ask." Phil's expression is perfectly stoic and his tone is almost bored but there's a playful sparkle in his eyes. This is his favorite way to joke. The people close to him will know he's kidding but strangers won't get it. They might really believe that Phil sees Scott as a trophy and not a person. It's fun for Phil. Doubly so when the other person is in on the joke.

The booth smells amazing and the guy is clearly popular. He lets Scott find the herbs he wants for the soup while he browses the rubs and mixes looking for ones to bring back with him. There's a Texas barbeque rub he can't say no to and one for chicken noodle soup that he chooses. He also takes the man's business card. Phil has a PO box for a reason and that is internet ordering.

Phil puts his hand on the small of Scott's back as they finish up. Outside of work he's a tactile person. With the suit off and jeans on Phil's just like anyone else. Sure, he's still one of the most dangerous people in the farmer's market but that's not the person he needs to be right now.

He needs to be a guy shopping with his significant other. They're really going to have to talk about how they want to define this relationship. Calling Scott "mine" is perfectly fine in the bedroom but in public he should be gentler.

Despite being in on it, it still sends a shiver down Scotts spine. The way he speaks so terse in the best of ways. There's two sides to Phil in many ways but when they blend together is simple perfection.

"I think I should be able to handle that." He teases, he knows what he has and what he is. The perception of the people around them may see it as some sort of power thing, and maybe in a lot of ways it is. The two of them using their best 'assets' to their advantages. Phil with his unexpected strength and powerful state of mind and Scott with his punky attitude and good looks.

They were a hell of a match. Around others or by themselves.

"You got a preference to veggies?" He asks as he tucks away all their purchases in the canvas tote draped around the others shoulder. "I was thinking of finding some green onions and tomatoes myself." He wraps a hand around Phils waist, looping fingers into beltloops and pushing him out of the fray again so they can walk. He's probably a little too forwards with his affection, but Scott is handsy, both in and out of the bedroom, he likes that connection and simply can not help himself.

They don't get fair though before Scott eyes a whole table with cartons of berries. They look so inviting that he has to stall, tightening his grip to get the others attention. "Strawberries are in season right now. We could do like a sauce with sponge cake and homemade whipped cream?" He'd eaten the strawberries out of the basket Phil had gotten him first, so they could replenish and if they're lucky use both of those items later...

Hell maybe they could forgo the sponge cake entirely. But he wont say that out loud, he doesn't have a bit of an image to protect now that he's a public figure. People don't tend to be nosy in a place like this, but he doesn't need to take the risk either.

"If it's a Mexican or Spanish style soup I'd say roast corn would be good." Phil is musing on the question when they stop for the berries.

It's not hard to see how Scott lights up, how excited he is. They look like good berries. Not huge size like the ones in the grocery store, but decent enough and mixed enough that they're clearly from someone's hobby farm and not a big place.

"For strawberries that good we don't have to do cake," he says, not quite reading Scott's mind but he knows him well enough to put a few things together and figure it out. "We can make the whipped cream and dip them in that. Or slice them up and sprinkle them in sugar. Put the whipped cream on top."

He's already checking containers to see which one has the best berries in it. Phil Coulson has a plan.

"I'm not really good at baking cakes anyway. I make good bread but a sponge cake?" He makes a so-so gesture with his hand.

"You know I've never tried it with roast corn. That's a good idea." Leave it to the other man. He usually keeps it very light but its turning into a delicious veggie heavy soup and he's for it and he's even more down for Phil's strawberry ideas. They're on the same wavelength.

"Or both I mean, we get a couple of cartons and the worlds our oyster." He teases, they're perfectly local ones. Small and sweet with just a hint of tartness that only the little ones can offer. "Me neither. Actually baking in general. I don't have much patience for measuring, I like to measure with my heart." Which doesn't work in baking. He makes it work for bread, because he loves it and its somewhat forgiving, depending on the bread, but when it came to sweets? Scott left that to the experts.

"That's why my science is engineering. It's far more forgiving than chemistry; just ask a ninja turtle."

"You like to do a lot of things with your heart," he says with amusement. It's actually one of the biggest reasons why Phil likes Scott. He believes and feels so strongly about the things he does and the people in his life. He's passionate and warm and almost painfully honest. It's really nice.

Phil gets three cartons because he's feeling indulgent and he likes making Scott smile. Even before they start to walk away he takes one out and holds it out to Scott to eat.

And as soon as there's just a hint of strawberry juice at the corner of his mouth Phil leans in and kisses him, tongue darting out to taste the juice. He hums appreciatively when he draws back.

"Mmm, those are good."

"That's fair. I'm heart over mind for sure. It's how I get myself in trouble." He admits, but truthfully he wouldn't live any other way. It's gotten him in a lot of trouble but it's also seen him through a lot.

He's fully set to find the guy with the roasted chilies that Scott was talking about earlier cause he usually does corn too but then there's fresh fruit being presented to him and he can't help but partake.

He's a sucker for fresh fruit, as Phil has already discovered.

He's also a sucker for being swept up in a kiss. Unable to stop himself from grabbing at the others arms to keep him there for longer than he ought to. Deepening the kiss so they can both partake in the flavour of the berry. When they finally part Scott has to take a deep breath almost forgetting how to breathe for a moment there. "I'll say." He almost purrs out, his voice soft and hazy.

Phil smiles softly as he rubs his nose against Scott's for a second. He really is the sweetest thing Phil's had in a long time. "I figured one box could be for now while we're shopping."

They had a good breakfast but who could resist snacking on fresh strawberries in a farmer's market? Phil likes strawberries because they're good but it's clear that Scott loves them and he wants to make him happy. Scott's even handsomer when he's happy.

"You said something about chilies?" His tone turns playful and warm as he tugs Scott back to walking but he keeps the carton of strawberries in one hand so that they can snack and walk.

As tempting as it is to make out with Scott in the middle of a farmer's market Phil's aware of the eyes on him and how quickly social media could spread news of an Avenger making out with a dead guy. It's a complicated way to date but worth it.

All he can do is soak up that light, happily returning the nosing before taking the others hand and guiding him to some roasted chilies. Dipping into the carton with the free hand. "Oh yeah, he has this like ancient spinner. Makes a fire and everything. It's very California." He teases.

They might be complicated, but damned if it wasn't wonderful. He knows he should damn well behave but if people were gonna gossip anyway, might as well give them something to gossip about.

"We are going to have a great night tonight." Not that he didn't already think that all things considered, but it was just proving more and more true by the minute. "I'll have to be good and listen more often if this is my reward." He pops another strawberry in his mouth. Leaving nothing but the little tuft of greenery which he flicks aside.

"I bet it smells amazing when he roasts them." Phil is situationally aware enough for both of them. Years of training and spy business makes him careful even around an innocent, friendly farmer's market. If someone snaps a picture he could get Daisy to get rid of it. He'll have to wait and see how this public outing, their second one, goes.

He smiles fondly at Scot who's excitement and warmth is infectious. "The orgasms are your reward. This is because I want to spend time with you."

Maybe it's hard to believe but Phil likes Scott as a person. Not just as a handsome face or a fantastic sexual partner. He likes him for who he is. Which means he's enjoying spending time with him casually.

"I'm looking forward to cooking with you," he says with the same warmth and fondness. "I'm curious to see your methods. I bet they're a little different from mine."

"Oh yeah. It's very much a situation where if you follow your nose, you'll find it." It's hit or miss with Scott. Either people know who he is, sort of? The amount of times he'd been confused for Spider-Man is insulting. To be quite honest. Or people don’t have a damn clue who he is.

But either way the only thing that matters is Phil and the mention of wanting to see Scott just because actually makes his cheeks flush wildly. He knows that in a lot of ways but to hear it is nice. Because he wants that too. "I will happily take both." He states with all earnest.

Then the other is getting him back on track with the cooking conversation. Thank goodness, and he rewards Phil in his ability to heard cats by offering up a strawberry to the other.

"Like I said I go with my heart." He chirps squeezing the others hand as he walks. "I can get really into cooking. I like to taste as I go and I get fussy about flavors. I like things to hit you in phases." So that the whole thing is an experience from first to last bite.

Phil leans forward just enough to bite into the strawberry without accidentally biting Scott's fingers while they're walking. He's very coordinated. He's also proud of himself for not sucking juices from Scott's fingers. Again, they're in public. They should avoid a possible media scandal. Even thought the temptation is there.

Luckily, he has pretty good self-control.

"Improvising can be good in cooking. It speaks to a certain level of skill," he says while chewing the few bites of berry in his mouth. "But you really have to know what you're doing or else it gets out of control easily."

Phil is willing to trust Scott's skill and take the risk with his style of cooking. It will be incredibly domestic Scott cooking soup and Phil making bread in his little kitchen. Almost normal except for the fact one of them was a superhero and the other a secret agent.

"How spicy are you planning?"

Scott stops moving for a second letting the other take that bite. It's a damn good thing one of them has self control.

There's a time and a place.

"Exactly. They haven't all been beauties. Luis suffered through a lot of duds but I had a long two years to practice and haven't ever stopped." He's found what he's looking for, the roaster~ Phil has perfect timing in his questions, he's curious if the other will have a roasted chili or not. Today he even has some stuffed ones which catch Scott's eye.

"I'm pretty agreeable when it comes to spice, I like a lot of heat personally but I also don't mind mild." He stops focusing full attention to Phil, it's important to know this if they're gonna make this sort of thing a regular habit. "So what do you like?"

There's a time and place.

It smells intense around the roaster. Phil feels a little pleasant tickle in the back of his nose, kind of like being around the herb vendor. Being apart from the real world as much as he is really has its downsides. He doesn't get enough of the smells, sounds, and tastes of every day life in the secret bunker.

Thank God Scott would get him out in the real world more.

"I like spicy. Hunan Chinese is one of my favorites along with Indian food but if we're going to get spicy later we might want to keep the heat down." Spicy food was delicious but it didn't always lend itself to a romantic evening. They could always change their plans, of course. He was here for more than mind blowing and body numbing sex. Phil is leaving the choice up to Scott.

He's not one of those people who needs to control every aspect of a relationship.

And get him out he shall. Scott never lets a moment pass him up anymore. Down for whatever, whenever. If there's an event? He'll go. If there's a band? He'll be in the front row. And if there is a farmers market he'll indulge in just about everything.

But Phil is probably right. Best to tone it down, so maybe sharing is the best route and stay away from the stuffed. Maybe another time. He asks the man for one of those and then grabs a couple of the roasted corn cobs. All he'll have to do is cut it from the cob, easy peasy. One of the nicest things about making soup is most of it is prep and leave. It's great.

"Oh man Indian food is the best. Especially goat curries. Though I have to say I've never actually made one, best to leave it to the experts." He nods offering up Phil the first bite of the roasted chili.

"Alright so we just need a couple more veggies, the chorizo, and of course the coffee cake. Just wait til you have a bite of this Phil. It'll make you weak at the knees." He teases leaning over to place a kiss to the others cheek before stealing a bite of the green chili before starting their journey.

"Curries aren't that hard." Phil's surprise over Scott never having made one shows in his tone and expression. "I can walk you through making one. And naan. With the right ingredients and a good sauce pan you'll do fine."

The roast chili is the right amount of heat and sweet with the smokey flavor of the fire burned in. It's actually a great contrast to the strawberries they've also been snacking on. Phil grabs one right after his bite of chili to mix the flavors even more. It's perfect.

"I have to go back to meals cooked on an airplane after this," he sighs wistfully. "It's going to be really, really hard."

His life as Director really isn't that glamorous. The Bus is nice, yes, but a full kitchen and easy access to a farmer's market are so much better. Or maybe that's just being at a farmer's market with Scott. He does improve the scenery a lot.

He doesn't claim to be a total expert, not yet. He has plenty of room to grow and he sort of likes the idea of learning something from Phil. It means eventually they'll have to just come back here and pick out dinner another night. "Naan bread huh? I've never even dreamed of attempting."

He teases before watching the other dabbling in blending savoury and sweet around. But that's coming from the man who made mango salsa so he has to smile. Their tastes are not so dissimilar.

"That just means these moments together will be so much sweeter." He offers, happily taking a few greedy bites of the green chili with a contented moan. Scott isn't just a vocal lover, he's a vocal everything. It's a bit of a thing when he has good food he tends to hum to himself, only Scott can just be so chuffed by eating a meal. "Fuuuuck that's so good today."

They have to do what they have to do for work. They're both very good at what they do, and there's a certain level of duty and responsibility to their roles. But that means that means when they do get the rare chance to escape they best enjoy it fully.

And thus far they had been.

A few people do glance over but a guy moaning over a roasted chili is typical for a farmer's market. After seeing it's nothing more than someone enjoying food they look away and go back to their business. Phil slides his arm a little more around Scott, smiling.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He really is. Phil feels like he hasn't stopped smiling since they got here. If he has it doesn't feel like long. It's not just the lingering satisfaction from the night before. It's definitely Scott and who he is, shameless and warm and fun.

"Or just enjoying the food," he teases.

Scott's love of food is pretty well known even before this point. He talked about it freely enough. Phil did get to try the famous mango salsa and it was great. This soup is going to be the same even with the few ingredients they've gathered.

He probably should have a bit more shame, but that’s not really how Scott works. He leans into the touch and offers up the rest of the chili to Phil as he answers in earnst to the others statement.

"I am enjoying this." He smiles leaning in to place a kiss to Phil's cheek. "And maybe a little bit the food."

The sex was great and all, fantastic really, but the best part over the last few weekends had been just been spending time with the other. It was incredibly satisfying.

Phil takes the chili and finishes it with two bites. The taste and burn of it stays with him but in a pleasant way.

The sweetness of Scott's words makes him imagine May, for some reason, scoffing and rolling her eyes. She'd be pleased, though, to see him happy. Probably hiding a smile. And she would absolutely threaten Scott with horrible bodily harm if they met.

Yeah, he would make sure to warn Scott before he met the team. Just to be safe because Avenger or no, his team was protective.

"That's good to know because I am wildly out of practice when it comes to dating," he feels compelled to admit. "I actually had no idea how to flirt with you at first. I think I did it by accident."

His subconscious was apparently much better at this than Phil at first.

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