Mishy (Scomiche)

Chapter Seven

And Mishy gets a little mature later in the chapter (; It's not a lot, really, nothing too explicit. The ending it kind of abrupt. Follow me on twitter if you're not already! (: Thanks

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Scott pulls away slowly, feels heat spreading to his cheeks. Mitch looks beautiful and content, his eyes shut and a soft smile gracing his pretty soft lips.

"Mishy," Bailey's voice comes from the hall adjoining her bedroom. Scott practically jumps away from Mitch, almost cringes when he realizes how badly that probably seems, can't believe he already might be messing up.

"In here, sweetheart."

Mitch shifts, runs a hand along his clothes and glances a nervous smile to Scott.

"Sorry," Scott whispers quickly, wants him to explain himself before his daughter comes out. "I just don't want to confuse her."

Mitch nods, gives him a reassuring smile and even squeezes his hand. He lets go just Bailey comes into the living room, rubbing at her eyes before letting her hand drop. She's got her Nemo clutched by her side, and she glances to Mitch sleepily before her eyes settle on her dad, widening comically.

"Dada's home!" She squeaks, rushes over to her dad and hops into his lap, abandons her Nemo to Scott's side, and throws her arms around his neck.

"Hey, Buttercup. I came home early today."

"Why?" She pulls back, tilts her head to the side.

"I wanted to see you," he says, kisses her forehead. He glances at Mitch, smiles sweetly at him. "And Mitch. I wanted to see both of you."

"Is Mishy gonna have to go home?"

Scott shakes his head, "of course not. If he wants to stay, he can."

She claps excitedly, "yay! Are you gonna s'ay, Mishy?"

He nods, a smile tugging at his lips. "Hey Bailey-boo, remember what we talked about earlier?"

She frowns and then her eyes widen as it clicks. Scott is curious, watches as she smiles toothily at him. "Mishy has been teachin' me how to say my t's, Dada. He's a good tea'er - teacher!" She smiles proudly and watches her for her father's reaction.

He only smiles beautifully down at her, "that is amazing, Buttercup! I'm really proud of you. You sound great so far, Bailey."

"Thank you, Dada."

"Why don't you go draw me a bunch of pretty pictures in your room? I've got some things I need to talk about with Mitchy. I'll make you some grilled cheese for dinner in a bit, okay? Love you, Buttercup."

"Okay! Love you too, Dada. Love you Mishy!" She smiles, hops off his lap and grabs her Nemo before scurrying off to her room, humming a song from Tangled happily.

Mitch calls out a, "love you," as she disappears before he turns his attention to Scott. "She is just the cutest."

"Oh, you think? I thought I might be the cutest."

"She's four."

"So?"

"That is completely unfair." Mitch giggles quietly, covers his pink cheeks with his hand as he laughs into his palm.

"Well you're cute."

"You're such a flirt!"

"I can't help myself," Scott mumbles, starts leaning toward Mitch. It's like he's drawn to him, his presence just magnetic, pulls him towards him until he's almost kissing Mitch. A hand against his shoulder stops him.

"As much as I'd love to kiss you again, you said you needed to talk." Mitch smirks, "unless that was just a lie to get your daughter out of the room."

Scott sighs, his breath puffing across Mitch's lips. He leans back with a huff, "no, I do want to talk. I just also want to kiss you." He's had a taste now, doesn't think he could get enough.

"Well, the faster we talk, the sooner we can get on with the kissing."

Scott smiles, "I just want to make sure you're okay with keeping this on the down low for a little. It's not that I'm ashamed of you or anything like that, I promise. I just - Bailey is little, and I don't want to confuse her. I'm not entirely sure how to explain that her dad has the hots for her nanny."

Mitch hits Scott's arm playfully, his cheeks bright red. "Scott!"

"What?"

"You're a dork."

Scott smiles, "but we're good?" His expression turns serious suddenly, searches Mitch's eyes. "You're okay with not telling her yet? Just for a bit - we can tell her when it feels right?"

"We?"

Scott smiles, starts leaning forward, moving until Mitch starts leaning back onto the couch, lets Scott settle over him. "Yeah. We."

Mitch nods, gnaws on his bottom lip as he looks up at Scott with flushed cheeks and pretty brown eyes.

"I'm gonna kiss you now." Scott whispers, starts leaning down to capture Mitch's lips with his own.

"Please," Mitch says, runs a hand along Scott's side, up his torso and arm, sets it on his neck where it had been earlier. Their lips press together, and it's amazing, but it's different than earlier. Just as good, but there's something more raw in this, more intense as their mouths move slightly against each other.

Eventually, Scott gets brave, lets his tongue poke out and glide across that bottom lip that Mitch had been chewing raw earlier. Mitch angles his head, lets his mouth open, and Scott's tongue pushes in, starts to memorize and claim his mouth. It's been so long since he's kissed someone like this, taken the time to learn every inch of someone else.

Scott settles on his elbows, brings his body lower so that his hands can wander a bit. The one that isn't holding him up runs along Mitch's side, skirts under his shirt to feel his warm skin before it retreats to run along his thin arms and cup his cheek. He knows it's too soon for anything other than heated kisses.

Mitch makes a quiet little noise in the back of his throat as Scott explores his mouth with his tongue, and it brings Scott back to reality, has him pulling away. He lets their foreheads press together, panting weakly as he attempts to gather his breath. He hadn't realized how overwhelmed he'd gotten, how much Mitch had already worked him up.

"Scotty," Mitch breathes, "I think we should stop now."

Scott bites at his lip, realizes how tender Mitch's look. "You're right. We should take things slow," he whispers, starts pulling himself off Mitch. He's already pathetically hard, adjusts himself as he sits up. "I just really like you - oh, and you're really hot." Scott smiles.

"Shut up," Mitch giggles nervously, adjusts his hair as he sits up. "I probably look like a mess."

"A hot mess," Scott laughs when Mitch shoves him.

"You're mean! You owe me a beautiful dinner, now."

Scott cringes, "you do not want me cooking for you. I'll honestly burn everything. I don't even know if I'll actually be able manage Bailey's grilled cheese like I promised."

"I never said you were cooking me dinner."