filled re: Misha/Jensen sleeping tentwolfrider89June 5 2010, 18:03:47 UTC
First time ever for comment fic, s let me know if I've screwed up.
Jensen wasn't a big fan of camping to begin with. Add Canadian weather, a complete lack of marshmallows and Jared's inability to properly set up a tent, and his dislike skyrocketed. He'd been forced to set up his and Misha's tent, then Jared and Gen's, because of course Gen and Misha was off fixing fire or food or some such important, avoidy thing.
Jim had smirked at his cursing, Sam had shook her head at the whole thing, and Alona was nowhere to be found. So yeah, two tents to the price of one. Jensen's life was awesome. After a kind of nice dinner, if you forgot the lack of marshmallows and the freezing weather, there had been singing. Jensen might have pulled out his guitar, Alona might have surprised everyone with some really dirty jokes, Jared and Gen might have been making out the whole time. All in all, not that bad. But then came the sleeping.
Jensen didn't like sleeping bags, he got claustrophobic, so he'd unzipped his, making it into something resembling a comforter, thankful for the air mattress keeping him up off the cold ground. Misha apparently had some similar problem with sleeping bags, it might have been emotional or practical or religious, who knew with Misha, so he did the same. It was cold, but Jensen managed to fall asleep.
Only to wake in the middle of the night with an arm loosely draped over his stomach. Misha was... cuddling him. Jensen went tense immediately, praying Misha wouldn't wake up. That would be even more awkward, and this was awkward enough to last a lifetime. Misha Collins was cuddling him. Shit.
His arm was warm, though. Jensen didn't really want to push it away. Misha's whole body was radiating warmth, and Jensen was cold. Plus, Misha's arm felt kind of nice around him, if he was perfectly honest. It wasn't like Misha was awake to make it awkward, either. So Jensen just thought screw it and pulled Misha closer so his head was resting on Jensen's chest, his body pressed against Jensen's side. There. Jensen felt himself getting warmer already. He cast a look down at Misha's face, and his heat stopped in his chest.
Misha's eyes were open and looking back at him. But instead of mockery, or disgust, or one of the many things Jensen was expecting, Misha only smiled. Smiled and tightened his arm around Jensen's waist, throwing a leg over Jensen's so he was half covering him, before closing his eyes again.
“Night, Jensen,” Misha said and burrowed his face into Jensen's shoulder, drawing a deep breath and letting out slowly, contentedly. Jensen felt himself relax into Misha's embrace. Misha's hair was tickling his nose, but he found that he didn't care. Pulling the sleeping bag up a little higher, he hugged Misha closer, keeping his arm around Misha's back. He could already feel himself going back to sleep, more comfortable than he'd been in a long time.
“Goodnight, Misha,” he mumbled, and he could have sworn he felt Misha smile against his chest as he drifted off.
Re: filled re: Misha/Jensen sleeping tenttimey_wimey_kidJune 5 2010, 18:20:25 UTC
*Surpresses the urge to squee at the top of her voice cuz is sitting in a public library* Thank you, exactly what I was hoping for! ^__^ warm and fluffy. awwww.
Jensen wasn't a big fan of camping to begin with. Add Canadian weather, a complete lack of marshmallows and Jared's inability to properly set up a tent, and his dislike skyrocketed. He'd been forced to set up his and Misha's tent, then Jared and Gen's, because of course Gen and Misha was off fixing fire or food or some such important, avoidy thing.
Jim had smirked at his cursing, Sam had shook her head at the whole thing, and Alona was nowhere to be found. So yeah, two tents to the price of one. Jensen's life was awesome.
After a kind of nice dinner, if you forgot the lack of marshmallows and the freezing weather, there had been singing. Jensen might have pulled out his guitar, Alona might have surprised everyone with some really dirty jokes, Jared and Gen might have been making out the whole time. All in all, not that bad. But then came the sleeping.
Jensen didn't like sleeping bags, he got claustrophobic, so he'd unzipped his, making it into something resembling a comforter, thankful for the air mattress keeping him up off the cold ground. Misha apparently had some similar problem with sleeping bags, it might have been emotional or practical or religious, who knew with Misha, so he did the same. It was cold, but Jensen managed to fall asleep.
Only to wake in the middle of the night with an arm loosely draped over his stomach. Misha was... cuddling him. Jensen went tense immediately, praying Misha wouldn't wake up. That would be even more awkward, and this was awkward enough to last a lifetime. Misha Collins was cuddling him. Shit.
His arm was warm, though. Jensen didn't really want to push it away. Misha's whole body was radiating warmth, and Jensen was cold. Plus, Misha's arm felt kind of nice around him, if he was perfectly honest. It wasn't like Misha was awake to make it awkward, either. So Jensen just thought screw it and pulled Misha closer so his head was resting on Jensen's chest, his body pressed against Jensen's side. There. Jensen felt himself getting warmer already. He cast a look down at Misha's face, and his heat stopped in his chest.
Misha's eyes were open and looking back at him. But instead of mockery, or disgust, or one of the many things Jensen was expecting, Misha only smiled. Smiled and tightened his arm around Jensen's waist, throwing a leg over Jensen's so he was half covering him, before closing his eyes again.
“Night, Jensen,” Misha said and burrowed his face into Jensen's shoulder, drawing a deep breath and letting out slowly, contentedly. Jensen felt himself relax into Misha's embrace. Misha's hair was tickling his nose, but he found that he didn't care. Pulling the sleeping bag up a little higher, he hugged Misha closer, keeping his arm around Misha's back. He could already feel himself going back to sleep, more comfortable than he'd been in a long time.
“Goodnight, Misha,” he mumbled, and he could have sworn he felt Misha smile against his chest as he drifted off.
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I already want a "the morning after"-fic :P
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And you keep throwing prompts at me that I really want to fill! I'm just gonna finish the... four other thing I've got going. ;) My poor beta.
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Hee, I'm so glad you liked it! Thanks for an awesome prompt, I just HAD to write it as soon as I saw it. :D
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Oh, LJ's all funny today. Took me two attempts before I posted the previous comment.
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