A/N This is a short bit, based off of a drabble prompt. It's cute, it's fun, and it shows the lighter side to Reese and Carter's relationship. Hope you enjoy. :)
It wasn't just what she was eating, it was the way she was eating it.
Temperatures rose in the city and Reese could feel sweat beads on his forehead. The ice cream cone in Carter's hand looked very much like the ocean would to someone who'd just walked for miles in the Sahara. He wanted to taste it. They'd walked together just past the station and she headed straight for a food truck ordering a vanilla cone. Two scoops, no less, and he watched as she raised it to her lips.
An eyebrow shot up as her tongue lapped back and forth over it, taking the creaminess into her mouth. She'd had sprinkles added to the top and the way she pulled them into her mouth sent a shot straight to his groin.
"Don't look at my cone. You were right there when I ordered it. You could've gotten one for yourself," she said, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"You're right, Carter. I was. Although I didn't think I wanted one at the time," he answered.
"Mmm hmm. And now…since you see how delicious this one is you want a taste?"
Her voice dipped low and she turned to him with the most mischievous smile on her face. She cocked her head and slid her tongue over the top of the ice cream once more. She made a show of pulling it back into her mouth, and a thin trail of the cold treat lingered on her bottom lip before she licked it off. It was the last straw.
She laughed. "Come on, I'll buy you a cone," she said.
"I have a better idea," he replied, and before she knew what was going on he snatched the cone from her hand and ran down the sidewalk with it. It tasted good, refreshing, and knowing her lips had just been on it made it all the more delicious.
"John, no!" she screamed, running after him. "I'm gonna kill you!"
He laughed.