Wrong Or Right (Jensen X Reader & Misha X Reader)

Sunday Part 2

You heard them announcing that the Cockles photo op would happen in ten minutes. You glanced at Jensen, who had just finished up his solo op and was heading your way. "Cockles?" You asked him.

"Yeah, it's a photo with me and Misha in it. I'm going to go use the restroom. Why don't you stay here, hang out with Chris, and I will be back shortly." He told you, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving the room. You glanced around the room, surprised at how fast it had emptied out. Fans weren't allowed in yet, and most of the staff had left to take a quick break. Chris was sitting at the computer table, his cellphone pressed to his ear.

Turning to the snack table, you grabbed a water and a granola bar, getting ready to take a sip when you felt a presence behind you. "Hey Y/N," Misha said from behind you, and you jumped, spilling a little bit down your chin. He chuckled, before grabbing a napkin from the table. You held your hand out, expecting him to hand it to you, but instead he stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. They seemed to have changed color since last night, from a deep navy blue, to one that you could only see in the reflection of a high mountain lake. You were mesmerized, and stood there, waiting to see what he would do. 

Raising his hand deliberately slow, he pressed the rough napkin to your chin, gently wiping away the moisture that had collected there. Your breath catching, you could only stand there as he moved it up, pressing it against your lip. There was only the slightest barrier of paper product between you and his callused hands. You waited to see what he would do next, your eyes darting over to where Chris sat, but he was gone, his chair empty.

You couldn't help yourself, your tongue slipped out, licking the inside of your lip, but you could tell Misha felt it, because he squinted his eyes. Before you could figure out what he was going to do next, you heard Cliff's booming voice, and Jensen's answering it. Jumping back, you took a deep breath, knowing your cheeks were red. Misha crushed the napkin in his hand, and you watch as he stuffed it into the pocket of his dark blue jeans.

"Misha, you're already here!" Jensen exclaimed, patting his friend on the back, as you stood there trying to catch your composure. "Y/N, everything okay?" Jensen asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You smiled at him, turning to face everyone. "Yeah, I just spilled my water, and I was cleaning it up." You answered.

Chris came back in. "Alright you two. Let's get this show on the road." You studied him, wondering what he had seen, but he was busy messing with his camera, never giving you a second look.

"Hey, Chris, can we do one with the three of us?" Jensen asked. "Since someone couldn't make it to our wedding, I thought it would be nice."

Chris nodded, and Jensen pulled you over to the backdrop, placing you in between him and Misha. Jensen wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and you felt Misha wrap his around your waist. You tensed a little at the touch, his hand grasping your waist, his fingers brushing your stomach. You smiled for Chris, but in your mind, you were beside yourself. Here you were, smack dab between your husband, who you loved more than anyone, and Misha, whose touch seemed to ignite a fire deep within you.

Before you knew it the picture was done, and you were stepping away, back to your spot in the corner, just as the convention crew started letting the fans in. Distracting yourself with observing the fans, you quickly moved from your spot, going over and saying hi to as many as possible, making your way out of the room, and down the line.

You soon started to enjoy yourself, learning facts about the people who adored your husband, blushing from all the compliments you received. The fans were amazing, so sweet, and so excited to get their picture taken, that soon the line was ending, and you hadn't realized how much time had gone by.