Dean winced when she put the cold, cooold soda to his thigh. It was probably a good idea considering the fact claire wanted to keep going without stopping for a while, and getting all worked up now would only make things uncomfortable, but he couldn't help himself. She was his fiance, and he always had been a sucker for a nice view.
He lifted the soda from between his thighs and took a long drink. Holding the now half empty drink in one hand, he held the wheel in the other. "Honey?" He asked, his voice almost innocent. "Can you get me a cookie?"