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Phil Coulson ([personal profile] tasernanny) wrote2023-04-26 08:53 pm
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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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[personal profile] pissant 2023-05-21 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
However Phil is comfortable Scott will have him. He himself isn't shy about much, but of course the little scars that litter his body are very different than Phil's large one painted across his chest. But he's more than contented to wander around still shirtless, letting Phil enjoy the show.

Nothing is ever neat when it comes to this sort of thing it seems, especially when Scott's involved. Scott doesn't really do uncomplicated, not that he means to it just isn't his damn luck.

And now Phil is wrapped up in it.

"I am going to load up on carbs. I can't wait." He sighs contentedly. He doesn't do a lot of breads as a general rule, not for any particular reason, so he'll probably load up on bread admittedly. Especially since it's home made. He leans into the touch slightly leaning over to place a kiss to Phil's temple. "Hopefully I didn't fill up on appetizers too much." He teases finding the others ass now covered by his trousers again and giving it a firm squeeze.

He doesn't seem to be that bothered by it, considering he's still around.