That's When We Uncover [Jensen Ackles + Misha Collins | Cockles | mxm]

Chapter Forty-Nine

Mishi: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

Mishi: also, where are you? we're gonna be late

I send Misha a quick apology text embedded in kissy emojis, explaining that Jared and the others held me up over the phone, before digging out a pair of designer sunglasses from the glove compartment and slipping out of the car. Security takes up position around me as I cross the parking lot and make my way into the Random Acts building.

The receptionist buzzes Misha and then, completely unbidden, proceeds to hit on me in the foyer. She's still coming on strong when my fiancé steps out of the elevator, takes the scene in, grabs his things and a handful of my sleeve, and barrels through the revolving doors onto the busy street.

He doesn't say a word until we're at my car, at which point he abruptly turns me around, hooks two fingers under my collar and lays a kiss on me that makes the parking lot fucking spin.

"I don't want to fire her," he says breathlessly. "I like all of my staff. So from now on, you'll have to wear a paper bag whenever you visit." He draws back an inch and I smile dazedly, swaying forward slightly. "Capiche?"

"And this coming from the guy who used to try to pimp me out to Ian," I grin, ring glinting on my finger as my hand comes up to trail the length of his suit jacket lapel. "Now, I would hazard the guess that you're jealous."

Misha gives a small groan of distress and buries his face against my neck.

"That was before I realized I couldn't live without you, and you know it. Now come on, before we miss our appointment."

I open Misha's door for him, but step up behind him to press against his back just before he enters the car.

"Funny," I murmur. "I wasn't even putting on the moves. Why does everyone try and flirt with me when I'm clearly not looking to mess around?"

Misha tilts his head to give me some room when I put my mouth on the soft spot behind his ear. He tries and fails to hide his smile.

"Don't make me say it."

"Come on," I plead, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Just remind me one more time..."

Misha turns around with a reluctant sigh and cradles my face in his hands.

"Because," he recites, voice buoyant with suppressed laughter, "you are a strong, handsome, virile man..."

"And?"

"And you ooze masculinity and power..."

"And?"

"And all you have to do is give them one firm look and they'll be slobbering all over your dick like it's their last meal. And I'll fucking destroy them."

"Mm, you spoil me, Mish."

I draw him into a hard kiss, and Misha laughs against my mouth. It's a beautiful laugh, like a waterfall tumbling over rocks.

"Come on, honeybuns," I sigh at last, pulling away with a hard smack to his ass. "Cake awaits."

The car ride to the bakery is spent discussing calligraphers and photographers. Light & Grace Photography™ is offering us a major discount on their services for the wedding, and I like what they've done capturing Misha at conventions, so they seem like the obvious choice. Colour swatches and venue viewings and a million other things make Misha light up and make it difficult for me to wait until we're queued up at a stoplight to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. He turns his head to kiss me properly, leaning into my side for the rest of the ride.