Something Old

Communication is Key

Chrissy was untying the strings of her apron around her summer dress, when the bell dinged overhead. From the oven, she couldn't see who it was whom had entered.

"I'm sorry, but we're"-"Baby!" Misha exclaimed, setting his luggage down having come straight from the airport. He was done with filming for about two months before they'd start on the next season. Chrissy squealed and ran towards him, throwing her arms around his neck and he picked her up, spinning her. She had missed him from the month he was gone, Skyping did help though. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss and Chrissy tightened her arms around his neck. "I love you", she whispered once they broke apart. He set her on her feet and smiled as she ran her fingers over his beard.

"Do I need to shave?" He asked with a laugh. She shooked her head, kissing along his jaw and nibbled gently. She watched as his eyes dilated with arousal, smiling as she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips before tugging on his bottom lip. He cupped her face, kissing her heatedly while pushing his tongue through her lips. He walked her backwards until he was able to walk her through to the back room, pushing her against the counter. He grunted while picking her up and setting her on the counter, hearing a soft moan come from her while their tongues slid against each other hungrily. He reached up under her dress making a surprised but otherwise ecstatic sound that she was bare under it; he pulled away as she tilted her head back and he peppered soft kisses along her throat. Suddenly, she gripped his hair almost painfully, which was saying a lot because from two kids he had quickly learned not to be tender-headed; she shoved him back to catch her breath and she noticed his pupils were blown wide, she was frowning at him, glaring even.

"Baby?" He questioned softly, rubbing her thighs. She released his hair and shoved his hands away from her body, boiling with anger just beneath her surface.

"Is that all I am to you? Something you get to come home to and to fuck, then leave again once you're finished?" She demanded. Misha's eyebrows knit together in confusion, his eyes roving her face for an explanation.

"Where did this come from, Chrissy?" He asked, holding his hand out to her. He had truthfully missed her, but this reaction was almost terrifying to him. He had never expected her to say something like that or, to even have her feel that way; it sort of made him feel ashamed. He thought he had just missed her and her him, what had she been dealing with while he was gone, he wondered.

"Never mind. Let me finish closing up and we can leave...I might just stay at my apartment tonight", she muttered as she climbed down from the counter. She walked to the front, leaving Misha there feeling defeated and rejected, confusion and shame written across his features. While Misha waited in the back room for Chrissy, he couldn't help the thoughts that ran rampant through his head. It was fifteen minutes later when Chrissy slowly walked over to him; she flinched when he recoiled from the hand she placed on his arm.

"Baby, I don't know what happened, but that's not what I think of you at all", he started. Chrissy's eyes filled with tears and Misha's face crumpled seeing how hurt she was; he reached for her arms and pulled her into a tight hug while she buried her face in his chest.

"I don't know what's wrong with me...I'm angry and sad for no reason. Then I'm happy and horny, I don't understand", she whimpered. Misha held her tighter, rubbing soft circles on her back and made soft soothing noises, hoping to calm her down before he drove them home. She clung to him desperately, her fingers digging into his shirt as she sobbed in his arms.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, Baby. I have some time off, about two months. Come, let's go home. Vicki's got the kids until the day after tomorrow", he said gently. Chrissy let him lead her through the bakery, he double checked that everything was locked-she locked the front door once they were outside and he opened the car door for her, helping her into the car. As they drove off towards his house, Chrissy fidgeted, picking at her nails. Misha slowly covered her hands with one of his, the other on the wheel, as the stopped at a light.