Rum Raisin 9: Scandal!
Title: Scandal!
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Rum raisin 9 (leader), malt (ichthusfish's stocking prompt (I know!): Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. - Jerry Seinfeld), fresh pineapple (Well, the house is a'rockin/Don't bother knockin' --The House is Rockin', The Brian Setzer Orchestra), rainbow sprinkles.
Word Count: 1161
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gail and Nathan, sitting on a bench, K-I-S-S-I-N-G...
Notes: I never claimed to be able to rhyme. Also, this is ridiculous fluff. I make no apologies.
"I am so glad I'm not a teacher anymore," Gail mumbled, and wound her hand a little tighter into Nathan's hair.
Nathan, who felt that this was an odd thing to say while engaging in public displays of affection, lifted his head from Gail's neck. "What was that?"
"I said I'm so glad that I'm not a teacher anymore. Keep doing that, there's a love."
"Too late," Nathan said, and felt her sigh. "You've interested me. What exactly does being a teacher have to do with this?"
She shifted beside him and shoved a bit at his shoulder. "If you want me to actually talk to you, stop leaning on me. The bench's arm is sticking into my back."
He couldn't argue with her, and edged back to let her sit upright. "You should've said something."
"And make you stop kissing me? I don't think so."
"Too late now," Nathan pointed out.
"Okay, fair point." She leaned against his shoulder instead. "What am I talking about now?"
He smiled. "What being a teacher has to do with PDA."
"Oh. Well." She ran a hand through her hair, then another. "If I was still a teacher, we couldn't be doing this. At least not here." A gesture encompassed the bench, the park, and the giggling teenagers who'd just settled down at the picnic tables down the way.
"Well, I was about to suggest we go home," Nathan said. They were well beyond the age where they could get away with more than kissing in public-- not that he minded public disapproval much, but it was a little bit embarrassing. "Teachers aren't allowed PDAs?"
Gail made a face. "Not anymore they aren't. Some poor woman in Massachusetts nearly got fired because a friend posted a picture of her drinking on Facebook. She's more than of legal age, but she's a teacher, and teachers apparently aren't allowed to have social lives anymore. I'd have gone mad."
Nathan stared at her. "Flabbergasted" was too mild a word for what he was right now. "So... you can't kiss your own husband in public."
"I couldn't," she said, "if I was a teacher. Or a politician in an elected position instead of an appointee." She paused, apparently for thought, then continued, "Well, I could probably get away with it if I was elected, but there'd be a bunch of rumors about my having an affair until someone remembered that I'm married to you."
"Flattering," Nathan commented. "Am I that forgettable?"
She smiled, dimples showing. "No, I am. No one cares about appointees unless we screw up spectacularly or steal money from the state. They care even less about my family. For which," she added, dimples disappearing, "I am extremely grateful, or poor Ivy would be in even more trouble than she already is."
"I don't follow."
Gail shook her head. "She's been catching some flack at school for being gay. She can handle it-- without punching people--" Nathan grinned at that, and caught an answering smile on Gail's face before she went back to serious-- "but it would be even harder for her if I was in the kind of position that bears such scrutiny."
"And I couldn't kiss my own wife in public." He gave his best put-upon sigh. "Think how terrible that would be."
"Oh, I'm thinking," Gail said. "Rather be doing it, though."
He arched an eyebrow. "Doing terrible things?"
"For a given definition of terrible, I suppose." She curled her hand through his hair again. "Now come back here and kiss me some more."
What the lady wanted, she got. Nathan leaned in and kissed her.
Somehow her free hand got up his shirt and her legs over his lap; he had a hand up her shirt, too, but he knew exactly how it had gotten there. He dipped his head, nibbled at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, heard her sigh happily, and decided that they were going home before they became that obnoxious couple.
But the breeze was warm and the twilight beautiful, and surely he could kiss her just a little more, first...
About then someone behind them cleared his throat. Ah, hell.
"Is there a problem, Officer?" Gail asked, innocently.
Nathan choked on a laugh, stuck between amusement and hideous embarrassment, but removed his hand from her shirt and twisted to face the cop, who had his arms folded and a grin on his face. "Sorry," he said, not quite sincerely. "Got, um, carried away."
"Date night?" the cop asked, sounding amused.
Gail giggled, and tucked herself closer to Nathan. "You could say that."
"Have mercy," Nathan said, half-seriously. "We have two daughters still living at home."
Although Ivy was at a friend's house and Aaron had taken Summer for the night, so technically they could have done this without interruption. But the cop didn't know that, and he wasn't going to mention it if Gail wasn't.
"Privacy's in short supply, huh?" The cop shook his head. "Don't I know that story."
"You have kids yourself?" Gail asked, sympathy loading her voice.
"Three," he said, and sighed. "Three very, very curious kids. At least one of them can open locks with his mind or something."
Nathan winced. Thank God their kids suffered from a distinct lack of curiosity-- at least as far as bedroom activities went. "I am so sorry," he said, with much more feeling than the first time he'd said it.
"It's how it goes," the cop said, and shrugged. "Well, one parent to another, I'll let you guys off." He grinned again, winked, and added, "Besides, y'all are wearing a lot more clothes than most of the teenagers I bust."
Gail rolled her eyes as Nathan slid her legs off his lap and got up. "Like I'd want to be naked outside," she said, and accepted Nathan's hand when he reached to help her up. "Too damn cold."
"I hear that," the cop said. "Y'all have a good night now." He strolled off, whistling.
Gail managed to wait until he was out of earshot before collapsing in giggles. "God, I feel like a teenager," she said.
Nathan offered her his arm, mostly because he really liked the feeling of Gail giggling next to him, and strolled off in the direction of the park entrance when she took it. "Time we were heading home anyway."
"Oh, definitely." She hugged his arm against her side. "It's getting dark. Not exactly safe being in the parks after dark."
"That," Nathan said, "and I'd rather not get caught by anyone else. The next cop might not be in such a good mood."
"We'd have gotten away with it regardless," Gail pointed out. "Necking isn't exactly public indecency."
"Good point," Nathan said, and kissed her in the middle of the sidewalk. "But let's not tempt fate."
She laughed again. "Or frostbite. Don't kiss me again until we get home and I can take your clothes off, okay? I am way over my resisting-temptation limit for today."
Nathan sped up.
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Rum raisin 9 (leader), malt (ichthusfish's stocking prompt (I know!): Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. - Jerry Seinfeld), fresh pineapple (Well, the house is a'rockin/Don't bother knockin' --The House is Rockin', The Brian Setzer Orchestra), rainbow sprinkles.
Word Count: 1161
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gail and Nathan, sitting on a bench, K-I-S-S-I-N-G...
Notes: I never claimed to be able to rhyme. Also, this is ridiculous fluff. I make no apologies.
"I am so glad I'm not a teacher anymore," Gail mumbled, and wound her hand a little tighter into Nathan's hair.
Nathan, who felt that this was an odd thing to say while engaging in public displays of affection, lifted his head from Gail's neck. "What was that?"
"I said I'm so glad that I'm not a teacher anymore. Keep doing that, there's a love."
"Too late," Nathan said, and felt her sigh. "You've interested me. What exactly does being a teacher have to do with this?"
She shifted beside him and shoved a bit at his shoulder. "If you want me to actually talk to you, stop leaning on me. The bench's arm is sticking into my back."
He couldn't argue with her, and edged back to let her sit upright. "You should've said something."
"And make you stop kissing me? I don't think so."
"Too late now," Nathan pointed out.
"Okay, fair point." She leaned against his shoulder instead. "What am I talking about now?"
He smiled. "What being a teacher has to do with PDA."
"Oh. Well." She ran a hand through her hair, then another. "If I was still a teacher, we couldn't be doing this. At least not here." A gesture encompassed the bench, the park, and the giggling teenagers who'd just settled down at the picnic tables down the way.
"Well, I was about to suggest we go home," Nathan said. They were well beyond the age where they could get away with more than kissing in public-- not that he minded public disapproval much, but it was a little bit embarrassing. "Teachers aren't allowed PDAs?"
Gail made a face. "Not anymore they aren't. Some poor woman in Massachusetts nearly got fired because a friend posted a picture of her drinking on Facebook. She's more than of legal age, but she's a teacher, and teachers apparently aren't allowed to have social lives anymore. I'd have gone mad."
Nathan stared at her. "Flabbergasted" was too mild a word for what he was right now. "So... you can't kiss your own husband in public."
"I couldn't," she said, "if I was a teacher. Or a politician in an elected position instead of an appointee." She paused, apparently for thought, then continued, "Well, I could probably get away with it if I was elected, but there'd be a bunch of rumors about my having an affair until someone remembered that I'm married to you."
"Flattering," Nathan commented. "Am I that forgettable?"
She smiled, dimples showing. "No, I am. No one cares about appointees unless we screw up spectacularly or steal money from the state. They care even less about my family. For which," she added, dimples disappearing, "I am extremely grateful, or poor Ivy would be in even more trouble than she already is."
"I don't follow."
Gail shook her head. "She's been catching some flack at school for being gay. She can handle it-- without punching people--" Nathan grinned at that, and caught an answering smile on Gail's face before she went back to serious-- "but it would be even harder for her if I was in the kind of position that bears such scrutiny."
"And I couldn't kiss my own wife in public." He gave his best put-upon sigh. "Think how terrible that would be."
"Oh, I'm thinking," Gail said. "Rather be doing it, though."
He arched an eyebrow. "Doing terrible things?"
"For a given definition of terrible, I suppose." She curled her hand through his hair again. "Now come back here and kiss me some more."
What the lady wanted, she got. Nathan leaned in and kissed her.
Somehow her free hand got up his shirt and her legs over his lap; he had a hand up her shirt, too, but he knew exactly how it had gotten there. He dipped his head, nibbled at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, heard her sigh happily, and decided that they were going home before they became that obnoxious couple.
But the breeze was warm and the twilight beautiful, and surely he could kiss her just a little more, first...
About then someone behind them cleared his throat. Ah, hell.
"Is there a problem, Officer?" Gail asked, innocently.
Nathan choked on a laugh, stuck between amusement and hideous embarrassment, but removed his hand from her shirt and twisted to face the cop, who had his arms folded and a grin on his face. "Sorry," he said, not quite sincerely. "Got, um, carried away."
"Date night?" the cop asked, sounding amused.
Gail giggled, and tucked herself closer to Nathan. "You could say that."
"Have mercy," Nathan said, half-seriously. "We have two daughters still living at home."
Although Ivy was at a friend's house and Aaron had taken Summer for the night, so technically they could have done this without interruption. But the cop didn't know that, and he wasn't going to mention it if Gail wasn't.
"Privacy's in short supply, huh?" The cop shook his head. "Don't I know that story."
"You have kids yourself?" Gail asked, sympathy loading her voice.
"Three," he said, and sighed. "Three very, very curious kids. At least one of them can open locks with his mind or something."
Nathan winced. Thank God their kids suffered from a distinct lack of curiosity-- at least as far as bedroom activities went. "I am so sorry," he said, with much more feeling than the first time he'd said it.
"It's how it goes," the cop said, and shrugged. "Well, one parent to another, I'll let you guys off." He grinned again, winked, and added, "Besides, y'all are wearing a lot more clothes than most of the teenagers I bust."
Gail rolled her eyes as Nathan slid her legs off his lap and got up. "Like I'd want to be naked outside," she said, and accepted Nathan's hand when he reached to help her up. "Too damn cold."
"I hear that," the cop said. "Y'all have a good night now." He strolled off, whistling.
Gail managed to wait until he was out of earshot before collapsing in giggles. "God, I feel like a teenager," she said.
Nathan offered her his arm, mostly because he really liked the feeling of Gail giggling next to him, and strolled off in the direction of the park entrance when she took it. "Time we were heading home anyway."
"Oh, definitely." She hugged his arm against her side. "It's getting dark. Not exactly safe being in the parks after dark."
"That," Nathan said, "and I'd rather not get caught by anyone else. The next cop might not be in such a good mood."
"We'd have gotten away with it regardless," Gail pointed out. "Necking isn't exactly public indecency."
"Good point," Nathan said, and kissed her in the middle of the sidewalk. "But let's not tempt fate."
She laughed again. "Or frostbite. Don't kiss me again until we get home and I can take your clothes off, okay? I am way over my resisting-temptation limit for today."
Nathan sped up.