[ earning the laugh feels like a win in itself, but the fact that he actually gets ice cream out of it is just the icing on the proverbial cake. it does not, however, come as a surprise that he only gets a little ice cream out of it, the brief tap of the cold dessert against his lips barely enough to let him taste it before she pulls it away.

Reno grins. ] Perfect. [ he switches his slushie cup into his other hand, careful as he holds it, and brings his other hand up so he can use his fingertips to wipe the melted ice cream off his mouth and the tip of his nose. each one of those fingertips then goes in his mouth, ostensibly an effort to make the most of the taste she gave him. ]

You want some of this? [ the slushie, he means, lifting the cup he's holding in the hand that's linked through Fearne's. ] I'd try to pull the same trick on ya but I can't think of a way that doesn't end up with half of it down your dress.