tasernanny | 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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While dangerously close to a scene out of a movie, this is very much real life and that part was hard to believe. But here he was, holding hands and drinking coffee while moving at an absolute turtles pace as they casually make their way together through the early afternoon gathering of vegetable enthusiasts. And he knew that was real because he was real because every now and then he'd squeeze Coulson's hand and remind both of them that this moment truly existed.

And Scott loved it.

"There's woman here who makes literally the best coffee cakes you've ever had. But only if you're looking to make sure you don't get any." The amount of times he'd brought one in for a breakfast treat only to discover that Luis, Dave and Kurt only to go and have a slice and find it completely wiped out. Scott can only imagine Phil's team doing a similar clean out in maybe record time.

And may only serve to make them more curious about what Phil was doing if he came back with the worlds best coffee cake. Scott smiles at the thought with a soft chuckle before lingering at one of the booths taking a mental note of its offerings. When it comes to favourites that's one of them for certain. And there's one guy that does roasted chilies to die for. And one guy that has the worlds best okra but it’s not quite in season. Scott may have a lot of favourites…

"Well it depends. I've got a few, you out any thought into what you want me to make for us tonight?" They'd spent the last couple of nights utterly distracted. Scott had done up mostly grab and go options, full charcuterie spreads that made it easy to grab what you needed in the moment and come back for seconds if need be between marathon sessions of some of the best sex Scott had, had in a long while. But he wanted to actually get a chance to cook for him this time around and Phil was more than willing to indulge Scott a little.

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