Scaramouche ran a grubby finger around the plastic lid of an ice cream carton, lifting her hand to her mouth and popping her finger into it she savoured the sweet taste with a smile. She felt her legs goose pimple as she propped the frozen carton between her bare knees, leaving her hands free to hunt for the spoon that she knew was hidden somewhere between the mess of blankets on hers and Galileo's mattress. Placing the ice cream to one side she disappeared under a particularly moth bitten sheet.

Galileo pushed the sheet that hung across the doorway aside and stepped into the dusky room, greeted by the sight of his girlfriend's rear poked high up in the air as she burrowed into the mattress face down.

"Babe?"

Scaramouche emerged triumphant. Galileo couldn't help but grin as she sat up, a spoon clasped proudly in her right hand like some kind of trophy, her pale unmade face beaming with sheer joy. She looked particularly young today, she always did without makeup but her long hair hung loose, falling into her eyes, a long unkempt layer. She wore one of his black t-shirts baring a 'Sex Pistols' motif and as Galileo approached her he realised that it wasn't the only item of his clothing that she sported this evening.

"Scaramouche, are they my boxer shorts?"

Scaramouche didn't reply, simply clutched the ice cream under one arm and scooped a large amount into her mouth with a sly smile. Galileo lowered himself onto the mattress and pulled her between his legs, his eyes firmly transfixed on the melting ice cream.

"So are you planning on sharing that?" he asked hopefully, tracing a finger down her right arm and making a grab for the spoon. Scaramouche however was wise to him and pulled it out of his reach with a cackle.

"Gazza, you're asking the biggest thing of a girl possible. Sharing ice cream is as big a deal as…" she thought for a moment, "Losing your virginity!"

"You mean you only share it with the person you really love?" Galileo asked hopefully, trying to reach a finger into the carton.

"No…" Scaramouche blinked up at him, "I mean you give it away and immediately regret not keeping it to yourself for a little bit longer!"

Galileo laughed loudly, wrapping his arms tightly around his girlfriend's chest and pulling her backwards. "I'll just have to fight you for it then!" he insisting, surprised as always by her strength as he attempted to pin her down.

"That's ice cream rape!" Scaramouche cried through shrieks of laughter.

Galileo snatched up the carton and made to stand up, holding it high above Scaramouche's head. "Bet you wish you were Long Tall Sally now, don't you." He teased, dipping his free hand into the ice cream and licking it from his fingers.

"Stop violating my ice cream!" Scaramouche howled, leaping to her feet and jumping up at her boyfriend, her stomach aching as she tried to hold back her laughter. Latching herself onto him she climbed his torso, her thin arms wrapping around his neck like a monkey.

He grinned down at her, kissing at her neck fiercely, still keeping the ice cream out of her reach.

"I don't want kisses I want ice cream!" Scaramouche wailed, kissing him back on the lips and reaching her hand up towards his raised one. Her fingers brushed the edge of the carton, it was almost hers.

"Shit." Galileo turned around to see an upturned carton on the floor; Scaramouche peered over his shoulder and snorted. "Now nobody gets ice cream." He laughed, lowering her down on the mattress and picking up the tub. The ice cream had well and truly ended up everywhere.

Scaramouche bit her lip in thought, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Would it be totally disgusting if we…"

"Ate it off the floor?" Galileo finished her sentence for her with a snort.

"Well, we're Bohemians aren't we?"

"I won't tell anyone if you don't!"