Filled (1/4) Misha's reclinermitsuki_shizukaMay 31 2010, 15:01:20 UTC
A/N : I wanted to write a 5-part fill, but um...Yeah writer block, I know, it's pathetic... /o\
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"Jen!" Misha yelled through the house, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor.
"What's up, babe?" Jensen appeared in the study, his apron conspicuously clean, which always surprised Misha. Aprons were supposed to get dirty, but as he got to know Jensen better, Misha found out that Jensen was a meticulous and clean cook.
"Care to tell me where my recliner is?" Misha asked for an explanation as he invaded Jensen's personal space.
"It's in the living room," Jensen replied, not intimidated one bit by Misha's glare. Especially when a grin threatened his lover's lips to creep up.
"I explicitly told you I wanted it in my study, because all of my books are in here," Misha reprimanded him as he inched closer to Jensen's face.
"Well, I told you it was better in the living room because it fits exactly in the empty spot between the couch and the window, and you can face the tv and the couch without so much effort from your neck if we have guests, and I could go on but I think I made my point."
"Why don't we just put the other armchair in this spot?" Misha suggested, already tired of this conversation. All he wanted after a long day of shooting was to just relax with a good book in his study and enjoy a cool summer breeze.
"Which one?"
"The one that's just beside the couch," Misha added after giving it some thought.
"No we can't, this armchair was my grandmother's, the leather's not so new and direct sun exposure will only aggravate its state. I've got enough work as it is looking after it," Jensen explained.
"All right, fine!" Misha sighed and conceded, "I'll just buy another recliner for my study."
"I don't know why you keep fighting, you know I always win baby," Jensen grinned and cupped Misha's face to lean in for a kiss.
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"Jen!" Misha yelled through the house, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor.
"What's up, babe?" Jensen appeared in the study, his apron conspicuously clean, which always surprised Misha. Aprons were supposed to get dirty, but as he got to know Jensen better, Misha found out that Jensen was a meticulous and clean cook.
"Care to tell me where my recliner is?" Misha asked for an explanation as he invaded Jensen's personal space.
"It's in the living room," Jensen replied, not intimidated one bit by Misha's glare. Especially when a grin threatened his lover's lips to creep up.
"I explicitly told you I wanted it in my study, because all of my books are in here," Misha reprimanded him as he inched closer to Jensen's face.
"Well, I told you it was better in the living room because it fits exactly in the empty spot between the couch and the window, and you can face the tv and the couch without so much effort from your neck if we have guests, and I could go on but I think I made my point."
"Why don't we just put the other armchair in this spot?" Misha suggested, already tired of this conversation. All he wanted after a long day of shooting was to just relax with a good book in his study and enjoy a cool summer breeze.
"Which one?"
"The one that's just beside the couch," Misha added after giving it some thought.
"No we can't, this armchair was my grandmother's, the leather's not so new and direct sun exposure will only aggravate its state. I've got enough work as it is looking after it," Jensen explained.
"All right, fine!" Misha sighed and conceded, "I'll just buy another recliner for my study."
"I don't know why you keep fighting, you know I always win baby," Jensen grinned and cupped Misha's face to lean in for a kiss.
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