The Doctor & The Writer.

5

"What the hell is my guitar doing here?" I ask walking into mishas.
"I went over to your house like you asked me to do and I got you more clothes and noticed this and I thought you'd like it here?" Misha smiles shyly.
"Jokes on you I keep my stripper money in there." I set my bag, coat and keys down on the table then kick my shoes off. "Any word on when- hey! I was just about to make dinner." I say right as Mrs. Collins walks in.
"Oh let Misha do that you just came home from a long day at work."
"Well he did too."
"Then I'll make dinner!" She claps.
"Oh mom you don't-"
"I want too. You and Jensen go and talk let him relax." She shoos us off to upstairs.
"Ok ok." He laughs. "Wanna go out back?"
"I was actually gonna take a shower." I lead him upstairs.
"I don't know when she's going and I'm sorry. You can sleep on the bed tonight if you want?"
"Good. I was gonna kick you off tonight anyway but now that I have your permission and you seem upset about something we can share it?"
"This is why I'm married to you. You know me so well." Misha grins.
"Spill." I sit down on the bed.
"You need a shower."
"You need to talk about something."
"I don't even know if I should be talking to you about this since we're you know.. Starting to date and stuff.."
"What is it?"
"I'm so pathetic but I haven't been with someone for like seven months and I haven't made out with anyway for seven months and I don't know what If you want to and I totally forgot everything? And then I blow it?"
"If you're gonna blow anything blow me." Misha looks over at me and rolls his eyes. "I'm serious though. If it sucks then we do it until it gets better."
"Okay." He nods.
"Can I shower now mr. Collins?"
"Please do mr. Collins." Misha grins.
"No watching." I turn around with a smirk.
"I can't promise anything."
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"What're you doing up?" Misha asks walking into the kitchen sleepily. It's currently 4 in the morning, by the way.
"You snore."
"Do not."
"Caught me. I don't know I just can't sleep."
"Mind if I join you?" He asks nodding to the empty couch cushion next to me.
"Yeah." I move over and he sits down.
"Whatcha drinking?"
"Coffee want some?" I hand him the cup.
"Looks loaded with sugar and creamer."
"It is."
"You know for a doctor you're not too healthy."
"You know for a very hot writer you're busy and sorta a tease."
"How?" He chuckles.
"When are you going to kiss me? For real? A real kiss not a peck-" I get pushed back with his lips on mine.
"Now." He mutters. I pull him in closer and kiss him back just as hard. He swings a leg over me and then settles onto my legs. "you're so hot." Misha growls.
"Whoa whoa I would love to go farther, trust me but I can't. Not with your mom and well... I haven't had sex in so long I would kinda maybe want to get prepared." I shrug.
"Prepared?" He cocks his head.
"Prepared." I look down at my crotch and back at him.
"You haven shaved in over year!" He laughs loudly.
"I haven't needed too!"
"Holy shit." Misha bounces up and down laughing. "I'm sorry I'm sorry."
"I hate you so much." I shake my head.
"Just shut up and kiss me."