#vineyard date

Scott: Tony’s recommendation was perfect. The wine was - well he had no idea what the wine was but, the vineyard was beautiful, and so was the weather, and so was a certain blonde. Behind a stack of aging wine barrels, ears tinted a bright red and warm from the wine, Scott leaned lazily into a kiss from his date the evening, hands clasped loosely around a waist. He could taste the wine on her lips, and he smiled, murmuring, " We should probably catch up with the rest of the tour group..."

Emma: She had been surprised when they arrived at a vineyard. A good surprise. The wine had been superb as of now, already making a list of some to get, but was far more taken with the company than the surroundings. A vineyard was a vineyard. Her entire body relaxed as she leaned beside the smooth curving wood of the barrels. Hands clasped loosely around his neck, she smirked widely lips pressing against his. "Probably," She hummed back eyes hooded, "But not yet, they're just down in the other room."

Scott: "Best use of telepathy ever." Scott chuckled, brushing back strands of blonde hair, "Good. I 'd rather have you than wine. Expect that '86 Bordeaux, because wow." He said with a smile leaning down for her lips again.

Emma: Her smile grew, "Tip of the iceberg, darling." She leaned into his touch as wispy strands were pushed back. "Oh so glad I could rate above wine...For the most part," Emma teased pressing a little closer, lip capturing his softly

Scott: Eyebrows raised, mind glossing over the possibilities. He swallowed. "Sounds...promising. You have to show me sometime.". He hummed a low note as she pressed closer, cradling the side of her head as e kissed her slowly. A soft 'Ugh' sounded behind him. Scott stiffened, and half turned. A teenager in a uniform rolled her eyes at them, arms crossed

Emma: She almost told him he was thinking too much, but by now she knew better. Briefly, her eyes slipped shut until the kiss was broken. She fought the eye roll. Peering over his shoulder, Emma gave her a winning smile as whispered, "No time like the present right?" Fingers moving to her temple brushing the strands of hair behind her ear as she looked at the girl ."You're going to turn around. Forget you saw anything but the barrels and go back to your job." Turning her attention back to Scott, she smiled softly, "Suppose that's our cue to join the  others.?"

Scott: He turned back to see a smile he knew all too well. "Emma...." He said with some apprehension. The girl seemed to straighten, look at them again, eyes passing through them completely before she turned to leave. He let out a scoff 'These are not the mutants you're looking for. Very Obi-Wan of you." He rolled her head to the side, "Or," he drawled, pulling her close, hands slid into the back pockets of her jeans, "There's a bistro here. We could have some food, go for a moonlit walk? And if it gets late, there's a bed and breakfast..."He trailed off with a smile "-If you want to stay that is." Totally didn't plan that.

Emma: Her only response to his utterance of her name was a brow lift and a shrug. Watching the girl move away and she shook her head. "You massive dork." Said with a smile, only getting the reference because Tony had forced her to watch those stupid movies. Pressing against him, she smiled, "Mmm I like the sound of that." She didn't miss the comment about bed and breakfast, a sly smile creeping onto her face. "Oh, I don't mind staying. A nice break from campus."

Scott: "Nerd," He teased back, "I'm onto your Jedi mind tricks now Frosty." He couldn't help but mirror the smile. Transparent as ever. "Good," he said with a quick peck on the lips. "Because I'm starving," letting her go to look around.

Emma: "That's hot nerd to you," She smiled, "Or so you think, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Nudging him a little she stood and followed him, lacing their hands. “Just don’t get us lost.”

Scott: “My mistake, hot nerd of my dreams. Better?” He grinned, shrugging, “Maybe I have a few up mine.” He squeezed her hand, a smirk thrown over his shoulder. “Please, I don’t get lost.”

Emma: “Oh I like that, yes much.” She beamed at him rolling her eyes, “Oh? I look forward to being surprised. She made a half laugh half scoff. “Oh, how silly of me to think otherwise.”

Scott: “Hot nerd queen of my dreams it is.” He lead them out of the cellars past the tour group and into the open air. There were a few tables set outside in the distance, and Scott headed over to them. “Has this not been a surprise so far? I’m actually curious as to what you were expecting, besides McDonald's.” He said with a goading smile. He moved to pull out a chair before taking a seat beside her. Menus and more wine were brought out. “I had to learn quick, you see. Since the time I did get lost, someone almost ran me over with her Porsche.”

Emma: “Can I get that on a T-shirt or something?” She asked following him closely. Gaze sweeping the area she had to admit it wasn’t what she expected. “It’s hard to surprise a telepath, but yes pleasantly surprise. Honestly? I figured just some cheapish Italian place near campus. You said casual, so the expectation was set low. I wasn’t thinking decent wine, breathtaking views.” She matched his smile and silently thanked God for chivalry and sat, napkin in lap. Her brow raised and she gave him a look of disbelief. “Right, because it’s my fault you were in the middle of the road?”

Scott: I’ll stitch it on the sweatpants.” Scott laughed. He gave a thoughtful hum, thumb brushing against the back of her hand. “Funnily enough, that’s what Stark suggested.” Narrowly avoiding calling him the ex-boyfriend, “Something simple. But I figured….” He shrugged, “It’s not too much?” He reached for his wine glass. “You wouldn’t have stopped otherwise! Then we would’ve never met, imagine that.” Scott smiled.

Emma: “Of course you will. She shook her head soft smile spreading at the light contact. Listening to him, Emma bit her lip gently. “I’m not sure how I feel about you asking Tony for advice…or help.” That was an awkward conversation waiting to happen. “Not too much at all. It’s actually kind of perfect.” She assured him. She laughed before taking a sip of her glass. “Maybe I would have you, you never know? And I just imagine your life being so dull without me.”

Scott: A kind of dream washed over him. “Oh?...He knew wine better than me.” She smiled happily, “Good.” He laid his hand on the back of her chair, “Over my body Maybe,” he teased, “Dull, definitely dull.” He agreed.

Emma: She looked at him, “It’s just a little weird. You two don’t really…get along. Is all.” She stated in hopes of displacing the feeling of dread. “Very good.” She hummed, leaning a little closer. “Why does everyone think I’m just a cold-blooded murderer, it’s a bit insulting.” She huffed in jest, “And boring you’d a workaholic.”

Scott: “That and you two used to date.” Scott stated to call out the elephant in the room. “It’s weird. But we get on better now. He was actually really helpful and, oddly, supportive.” He tilted his head with an amused smirk. “It’s because they think you’re dangerous. It’s kind of hot.” Stroking idly through blonde locks, mouth twisted in thought. “I’d be a SHIELD agent,” He pointed out. “An entirely different person.”

Emma: “Well yeah,” She said slowly, “There’s that little detail.” A brow raised she looked at him. “Huh, really? Still strange. And of course, he’s supportive.” The idea he was anything else was ludicrous to her, funny in a way “Not that it would matter.” At his smirk, she rolled her eyes with a light laugh, “And they’d be very right. You would find that attractive.” Emma watched him closely, pensive and thoughtful as ever. Lip sucked between her teeth as his fingers moved through her hair. He spoke, and her fingers made circles about his knee as she listened. “And that, yes.” She looked at him, not saying what she wanted but opting for, “Not too different. I’d imagine. Still dull. Still very… you.”

 Scott: “Mhmm…” Scott hummed, taking a large gulp of wine. “Yeah let’s not go there.” Scott shrugged, “Never seen that side of him. He’s…surprising. To say the least.” He cleared his throat, all the while keeping the image of a certain man in the red metal suit from his mind. “I find most things about you attractive.” He chewed on the thought a moment more before taking her chin between his fingers, smiling and kissing her. It was easier than telling her something stupid and far too serious for a first date like, she changed his life.

Emma: An amused smirk pulled her lips up. “Fair enough.” She shrugged nonchalantly and nodded not commenting further. It was odd the sudden shift, but she didn’t press. “So charming.” She smiled at him, “And that’s a very good thing. Please feel free to list them all.” She joked. Emma’s eyes slipped shut as she leaned into him, liking this part of the conversation a lot more than the heavy stuff. For now.

Scott: “Well, I’d start with your legs, the way you roll your eyes and bite hat lip, and…”He smiled, “Don’t you have hoards of other men for this?” Queuing up around the block to fawn over you and tell you how madly in love with Emma Frost they all are?” he shrugged apologetically, “I’m just here for the snark.” He cupped the side of her face, lips, curling against her. “-And this.”

Emma: “Oh? Just those?” she questioned coyly. “Aw, but why have a hoard of doting men follow me around with generic compliments when I have you? Sounds a little like jealousy,” She countered teasingly, “Just here for the wine,” She breathed against his lips fingers brushing the side of his neck. “Just here for this too? I can live with that.”

Scott: “No…I appreciate other assets. But I’d much rather show you than tell you.” His hand skimmed up her thigh, maintaining somewhat an aura of smug confidence even as the flush reached his ears. “Me jealous? No, no. I just feel bad for them pining for you because you’re all mine” he said with a playful look. “Maybe a little more than this…” He trailed off lips lightly finding the side of her neck.

Emma: “Oh? I do adore a man who’s not all about the talk.” She watched his hand grin growing. “Right. Poor saps infatuated with a goddess. But how very humanitarian of you.” She chuckled, eyes fluttering closed briefly at the lightest touch against er neck. “Feeling a bit peckish for dessert are we?”

Scott: “Poor saps. It’s not easy being infatuated with a goddess. I can sympathize, let’s say.” He nuzzled into her neck, “Starved.” He groaned kissing hard enough to leave a hickey.

Emma: “Oh I didn’t realize I was that tempting. I feel a little sorry about that,” She lied amused with the idea. She nibbled on her lips at his words, before a slight gasp left her the hickey. “I vote we skip straight to it. But some of us like to be wined and dined.”

Scott: “No you’re not.” He snorted, “Sorry,” giving a quick peck to the mark he’d made, not at all sorry. He let out a small strangled whine, a moment of weakness, before disentangling from her. Scott chuckled and leaned on the table, arms crossed as if an effort to keep his hands to himself. “I insist on it. You are being woo’ed whether you like it or not. So come on, order. Let’s do this.”

Emma: “well of course” She smiled innocently. Her hand moved to the area where there would be a mark. A slight shrug paired with the devious look she spoke. “Don’t be.” She was watched him, head tilted as he attempted to keep his hands to himself. She instead put her arms just close enough to barely brush his. The temptation was everything, after all. She nodded. “Right,” She sighed, fighting the eye roll. Woo-ing Emma Frost. The mere idea made her laugh. She looked over the menu for a second before setting it back down and looking at him expectantly, “All set, you?”

Scott: He set his menu down, letting his fingers trail up and down her arm. That lasted long. “Maybe you think I'm being a little frustrating. But, I don’t want to rush. I want to take my time with you. I really don’t want you to think I’m in it for just—that.”

Emma: She watched his fingers moved over her arms and smirked. Mission accomplished. He spoke, and Emma rose a brow at him. The idea was nearly foreign to her. She bit back the laugh that wanted to bubble up because who wanted to take things slow with her of all people? “Only a little.” She agreed with a smile, but it faltered as he continued to speak. “Why?” The question came out before she could it, confusion evident.

Scott: He wanted to roll his eyes at the smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing him. But he played with her fingers, instead bringing her hand to his lips. “So you’ve been humoring me. I’ll have to make it up to you.” He mused. At the question he paused only for a moment, hand combing through his hand before responding. “Why…I don’t want you to think that?” He said with a smile. “Or why I’d think you think that at al.”

Emma: She gave a soft smile when his lips met her hand. How very gentlemanly of him. “Yes, you will.” She watched him still waiting for an answer. Instead, she was met with questions to which she made a face. She thought about her reply, churning over the words. “Why would you not want me to think that I suppose?”

Scott: He let out a short if hesitant laugh. “Ah. We never talked about it, I guess what I meant is this,” rolling his eyes at himself, “This was always going to be more than sex for me. We don’t have to call it a relationship if you don’t want to. And, well I guess we really, really haven’ talked about it because I have no idea what you want.” He winced. “the urge to clamp up was strong, but he let it out in a string “Basically if we go back to ‘just friends’ or ‘just coworkers’ or –whatever. It’d drive me crazy. And frankly we never that so—Obviously if that’s what you want and if things don’t work out I could, but it’d be—Yeah.” He brushed his hair back with a sigh “…was that even the question?”

Emma: She listened, attempting to follow his thoughts more so than words. She felt her brow pucker with confusion for a moment. “I see.” She began slowly processing, “I guess this is us talking about it. I want—“ She looked at him chewing her lip starting again. “I don’t have the best track record for relationships, Scott. It’s always been easier to deal with infatuations and just sex than anything else. Less risk of getting hurt when they leave. But I want you. I just don’t want to jinx it with a label.” It was her turn to give out a soft slightly strained laugh. It sounded weird saying it out loud. “We could never be ‘just friends’ or ‘just co-workers’ if we wanted to, darling. That ship sailed in my closet and the garage and the roof.” She gave him a smile before bringing his lips to her softly, And yeah, I think it was.”

Scott: He brought her hand to his lips again, wanted to encourage her to talk to be open with him and tried not to look too crushed when it sounded like she was turning him down. A shy smile curled around his lips at the admission, however. He has to look down and not at her. It was ridiculous how giddy just the simple act of them finally liking each other made him. Embarrassing really. Scott cleared his throat, tried not grinning ear to ear as she talked and returned the kiss just as gently. “Let’s jinx it.” He had whispered before she pulled away. He wet his lips hesitantly. “…Fuck it. This is a good thing. I want you too.” He pressed closer angling for another kiss. “- I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to do stupid sappy shit with you-“