| The J's Meet Misha's Slave | [Nov. 11th, 2009|06:22 am] |
[Backdated to October 26, the day after Alyssa arrives in Vancouver]
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The next morning, Misha gives Alyssa a choice--she can either sleep in and he can grab her at lunch time to come down to set, or she can come with him and watch him work all day. Either way he knows he wants her to meet both Jared and Jensen, wants them to get used to the idea of her being around, especially if he's going to have her stay with him permanently while he's in Vancouver filming. The bruises on her throat--both from his fingers while choking her and the bite marks--are pretty livid, but he has to confess to himself that he doesn't want her to cover them up with a scarf. Let them see the marks. At some point or another they're going to anyway. He's bought her a little silver chain necklace with a padlock charm which will act as her collar when they're out in the vanilla world--they're so popular these days, most people won't even blink. But he'll know what it means, and so will certain others.
The flesh of her throat aches and she's looked at the fingerprints more than once and while normally they wouldn't bother her, the fact she'll be meeting Misha's co-workers today has her a bit on edge. It's clear to her that Misha isn't worried, so with the lightest amount of make-up - barely making a dent to cover the marks - and hair loose around her face, Alyssa gazes at her image in the mirror. She's bruised in more than one spot, her muscles ache and Alyssa couldn't be happier. The glint from the little chain around her neck makes her smile - understated and feminine - and she reaches to touch the lock. "Sir, I'm ready when you are," she says as she comes from the bedroom. Her red, off the shoulder shirt seems to accentuate the bruises, but it matches the heels perfectly, and the slim-fit jeans accentuate her small curves. Posing for Misha with a cheeky grin on her face, her arms spread, she does a turn. "Do I look good, Sir?"
Misha grins, looking her over. In his opinion, she looks smoking hot. "Good enough to eat," he replies with a wicked look, grabbing his things for the set. "Think you'll be okay all day hanging out? If you get tired you can always take a nap in my trailer." Hmm, gee, another nice perk. A quickie at lunch time, perhaps.
"From the look of my neck, seems you've already tried that and I'm either too tough or you need sharper teeth." Alyssa grins as she grabs her bag then joins Misha. "I'll be fine. I have my PDA and notebook so may do a little online while you're busy. The idea of a trailer sounds nice though." Hooking her arm in his, she leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek. "I hope they like me."
Misha accepts the kiss on the cheek mostly because he knows that if he kissed her right now the way he wants to, he'd mess up her makeup. So they head out to the rental car and drive on down to the set.
It looks like it's going to be a pretty typical day of shooting, which is probably a good thing. Jared's had a pretty tough time staying focused this past week, so the fewer distractions the better. After visiting the Establishment with Misha, then talking it out with Jensen, and then having his membership application accepted and being welcomed by so many familiar faces, and then finally seeing Jensen again, after such an eventful week apart... it's been kind of a whirlwind. And all that excitement has definitely translated into some serious sleepless nights with Jensen, not that's he's complaining.
Not at all.
With all those thoughts in his head, Jared's got a big grin on his face when he leaves the make-up trailer and heads to the set, ready for his first take of the day.
Jensen's just finished up his first scene when he sees Jared come loping up and start harassing one of the production assistants. He wanders over to hinder.
"Took your sweet time getting pretty," he grins, and the PA ducks out.
"And they gave up on you early," Jared shoots back with a chuckle, loving that light in Jensen's eyes. "Futility just tires people out, I guess."
Jensen snorts. "Dude, you only wish you were as pretty as I am when I roll out of bed in the morning. Go get me a coffee, man, I'm dying here. C'mon." They fall into step together towards the catering tent and Jensen goes on, "You and Misha, man, always getting to sleep in, and I'm up here busting my ass."
It's good-natured grumbling, though. It doesn't happen that often, and anyway, Jensen kind of likes getting here first thing and diving in. Not the getting up early part, or the leaving Jared dozing while he hustles his ass around getting ready to go, but it's nice. Also, it means he'll probably get to leave before midnight.
Misha arrives on set with Alyssa and heads first towards the catering tent, in the hunt for coffee and something sweet--danish, doughnut, muffin, cookie--whatever he can find. He'll need to be at make-up in a few, but not without caffeine and sugar to last him for most the day.
He spots Jared's tall form pretty easily once they near the tent, and nudges Alyssa. "Oh--and according to the morning's emails, I guess Jensen's now a member too," he murmurs in her ear, as they approach.
Nervous as all hell, Alyssa uses every breathing technique she can to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest. It's one thing to be at the club and be under Misha's control but it's something completely different and new to be amidst her sir's peers and co-workers. Her fingers play at the chain as they walk. "May I get something to eat, Sir? Could use something to eat and drink."
Alyssa's eyes widen at the comment from Misha. "A member, really? Wow." She knows Misha can hear her heart as she leans in. "Will they think it's odd for me to call you what I do?" The last thing she needs is to slip with a 'sir' and have two sets of eyes staring at her.
Misha shrugs, as they enter the tent. "They might. But they'd better get used to it." He leans over and kisses her neck, right over one of the still livid bite marks. "I don't want to hide you. I'm proud of you."
Jared's fooling around, sneaking extra sugar into Jensen's coffee when Jens isn't looking, then reaching over to grab himself an extra doughnut. He looks up to see Misha and then does a swift double-take, his eyes wide. He recognizes Alyssa instantly, of course. And he remembers perfectly just what Misha said she was to him, months ago. "Oh my god," he whispers, just loud enough for Jens to overhear. "He brought his slave."
Jensen chokes on his coffee and shoots Jared a death-glare. "Dude, what the hell?" He drops the full cup into the trash bin and reaches for another one. "You and your damn sweet tooth, I swear. Not everyone likes--"
Then he registers what Jared said and he looks towards Misha, and almost drops the second cup when he sees Alyssa. "His wha--who?"
Jared swallows hard and talks fast. Fast and quiet. "That's fuckin' Alyssa Milano. Misha told me she's actually his real live actual slave," he says, watching Jens. "Like, beyond Thunderdome. For real."
"You're both crazy," Jensen whispers, then offers Misha and Alyssa a quick wave and nods towards Jared. "Don't let him near your coffee," he calls. "It's not bad as long as no one's dumped a pound and a half of sugar in it."
"I'll take my sugar in doughnut form," Misha returns with a grin, walking up to them to pour himself a cup. His coffee he likes with just a touch of sugar and plenty of cream. "Jared, Jensen, this is Alyssa. Another member of our little club," he says, bringing Alyssa forward with his other hand. He pauses for dramatic effect, because he just eats this shit up. "And my slave." And the way Misha figures it, the more reaction from them, the better.
Instantly Jared whacks his hand against Jensen's arm, a nice friendly 'See? I TOLD you!' smack. Then he composes himself enough to give Alyssa a smile. "It's really nice to meet you," which is true, and he offers her his hand then glances at Misha, unsure whether handshaking is looked down upon in the whole Master/slave dynamic.
If anything, Alyssa wants to make Misha look good - not that he needs help in the matter - and as she's pulled forward, her face flushes pink at the introduction. She'd have to have been living under a rock to not know the men. Smiling up - way up - to the other men, Alyssa nods. "It's nice to meet you both, Sir's told me about you," she says softly then, turning to Misha, lowers her eyes. Oh, a part of her is loving this. "Sir, may I eat now?" She asks, smiling inside as Jared and Jensen gaze on.
"It's uh, it's very nice to meet you," Jensen manages, but he's not sure Alyssa even hears him; she's already moved on. He's blushing like crazy and a little pissed off, getting this just sprung on him out of the blue. He doesn't like being thrown off balance like this, especially not when he's got to work, and trust Jared and Misha to think that's the funniest damned thing ever.
Misha's beaming like a proud father (or perhaps Daddy as the case might be), as Alyssa and Jensen shake hands. He does hope that Jared's talked to Jensen about all of this--otherwise he imagines this might be a bit of a shocker to the guy. He nods to Alyssa. "Yes--eat up. You're allowed to splurge today--have a doughnut." He kisses her hair, heading over for a moment towards the doughnuts and fresh fruit.
Jared swallows hard around the lump in his throat and turns his attention back to Alyssa. "Nice collar," he says, and instantly feels like an idiot for staring at it. Her collar isn't actually the most interesting thing on her throat, though; Jared's focus is well and truly caught by the bruises... and dear god, those have got to be some teeth marks as well. Oh. Fuck. His cock swells so fast that it's a wonder he doesn't faint from the sudden drop in blood pressure. At a complete loss, he smacks Jens again.
Blinking up to Jared for a moment, Alyssa giggles softly as her hand goes to her throat. "Thank you," she says, dark eyes sparkling, "it's not the normal collar, but going out with a huge chunk of leather with rings on it could get some stares." It's not like the bite marks and fingerprints on her flesh won't earn stares - of which poor Jared is doing plenty. "They stand out quite bit, don't they?" Fingers play against one particularly tender mark. "Sir's got a very powerful bite when he wants to."
Jensen clears his throat, nodding, "Yeah, he -- he clearly does. Y'all excuse me, I um, I'm just -- I'm gonna just top off," he manages at last, raising his coffee cup and turning to follow Misha.
When he catches up to him he smacks his arm, hard. "Dude," he hisses, "you coulda given me some warning! Helluva thing to just spring on a guy. I'm working, for chrissake, and you just, 'oh hi, meet my--"
He stops himself before he says it, though. There are people everywhere, and it's not the kind of thing he figures Misha wants everyone to know. Just his unsuspecting co-stars. Or at least one of them was unsuspecting. He shoots a glare at Jared, who's not even looking.
Misha blinks at him, mid-way through a bite into a raspberry filled doughnut. "Mmmf?" He chews quickly and swallows. "What--he didn't tell you?" And all this time, he's been counting on the fact that Jared's been communicating with Jensen, telling him everything. He glares back in Jared's direction. "That son of a bitch!" And then of course he realizes why Jensen smacked him--helluva thing, indeed! He winces a little. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew." And now of course he's wondering what if anything Jared did tell Jensen. "You. Me. We need to talk. After filming, maybe." He puts another doughnut on his plate, along with some grapes. "Anyways, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing, her coming here."
A furtive glance after Jensen, and then Jared looks down at Alyssa and gives her an awkward smile. "Um. Those look like... like finger bruises," he whispers. A little smaller than the ones he's left on Jensen at times, but distinctive all the same. "They're fucking hot."
Alyssa glances toward Misha, a grin on her face as she turns back to Jared. "They are," she says, voice lowering slightly as she makes certain others are out of earshot. "You like them?" Alyssa's eyes widen slightly; she can definitely see why Misha likes these guys. "Sir likes it rough, then again, so do I."
The strangled groan that falls from Jared's lips might or might not contain actual words; if it does, they're all filthy ones anyway. Ohh fuck, his hard-on could split wood right now. "Yeah, I like them," he mutters, suddenly breathless, and an image of Sandy rises in his mind: Sandy in one of those sexy little negligees she used to wear, dark hair on pale skin, her lips wet and red and her eyes flashing, Sandy up against the wall begging him to fuck her and now she's got those bruises, Alyssa's bruises, painting her throat and if Jared just fits his hand around her neck they'll exactly match his fingertips... "I-- I have to go," he announces abruptly, and shoots a panicked look at Jens and Misha.
Jensen smacks Misha again. "Don't you cuss at him, and why would he tell me?" Not that he wasn't planning to kick Jared's ass later for not doing it, but that was beside the point. "Maybe he didn't figure you wanted him broadcasting it! Some guys can keep a confidence, y'know. And damn straight we're talking later! Jesus." Between this and Christian's little revelation just before Halloween, Jensen's starting to feel like a goddamned mushroom.
Alyssa's eyes widen as Jared suddenly looks like he's just been kicked, the man's face is as red as a raspberry and she wonders if maybe the marks on her throat is making him uneasy. Hand going to her throat, slender fingers play at the marks as her eyes go to Misha. "Oh, okay, I don't want to keep you."
"Because he said he'd--" Misha begins, then abruptly cuts off, as he realizes he didn't exactly give Jared any direction on talking about Alyssa. So okay, maybe Jensen has a point. Misha sighs. "I've been under the impression that Jared's been sharing with you everything he and I have been talking about. So I guess that's not the case. Don't freak. She's a woman, like any woman. She just happens to like being owned and controlled." He catches Jared throwing them a look like a drowning man and can't help smirking just a little bit. Serves the guy right for making his head do funny things and get all those crazy fantasies. But meanwhile, he'd better check on Alyssa. "Excuse me."
Jensen refills his cup and then starts after Misha, with no better idea how he's supposed to react to any of this than he had before. It's not until he gets closer, though, that he registers the panic-stricken look on Jared's face, and closer still before he notices the shadowy bruises on Alyssa's throat.
He stutters to a halt next to Misha, looking from Alyssa to Misha, and back, and back to Misha. "You-- did you do that?"
The tone of Jensen's voice surprises Jared. He knows he should be walking away - walking while he still can, specifically - but the question pulls him up short and he looks at Misha. Yeah, he wants to hear to just how that one's getting answered.
The question's pretty much a no brainer for Misha; in fact, he's surprised they even need to ask him. "Well, yeah. You try working several weeks at a time with no sex!" He takes another big bite of his doughnut, sucking the raspberry out of it and letting the boys think about that one for a moment.
"Jesusfuck," Jared mutters, picturing the sequence of events way too clearly. "I, um." He points over his shoulder, then gives Alyssa a tentative smile. "It was really nice meeting you," he says, and takes off for his trailer.
Alyssa smiles shyly for a moment as she's discussed as if she's elsewhere but the heat of the stares from the other men bore into her. It's not until Jared nearly trips over himself to head for other areas does Alyssa turn to Misha, eyes glancing at Jensen. "I didn't mean to upset him," she offers. "Sir, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get something to eat." Hand still at her throat, Alyssa makes for the food table.
As soon as Alyssa is out of earshot, Jensen gives Misha another smack on the arm. "Dude, what the hell? You're strangling your girlfriend?" He keeps his voice low, but his heart's racing; this is way out of bounds. "Look at her, she's like ninety-two pounds if she's soaking wet in a snowsuit, and she's got fucking bruises on her throat. That you put there!"
Oh good Lord. So is he going to have to educate Jensen from the ground up? Misha rubs his arm where Jensen keeps hitting him, looking a little annoyed. He keeps his voice calm, however. "It's consensual, Jensen--just ask her. We like to play roughly, and you'll find as you look around the club that it's a pretty common thing. What we did last night is called breathplay. And if you want to know the truth, it made her come on the spot. She likes pain, and the adrenalin rush of a little danger. I would not do anything against her consent." He tilts his head and looks at Dean. "What if she were a young man? Would you worry about her then?"
"If she were -- well, shit, yeah, if she was still little enough to put in my damn pocket! And don't try to turn this back on me," he goes on heatedly, "because okay, maybe I'm not a hundred percent Mister 'new man' Enlightened, but -- but -- are you telling me she asked you to choke her hard enough to leave those bruises?"
But he's looking at Alyssa now, eating a doughnut and chatting happily with one of the production assistants, and he's got to admit, she doesn't look like a woman who'd put up with getting knocked around if she wasn't enjoying it.
Of course, then he can hear Mackenzie's voice asking him what the hell a woman looks like who would, and he's back at square one.
Well at least Jensen's viewpoint is consistent, then, Misha acknowledges to himself with a nod. "Do you know what her main complaint about her last master was? That he treated her too gently; that he wouldn't play roughly with her because she's so small and petite. She's a lot tougher than she looks. I respect her too much to hold back--I know what she can take, and I'll take her that far. Yes, she wanted the bruises. I'm serious, Jensen. Go talk to her." He smiles wistfully--this hadn't exactly gone as he'd planned. "I'm going to check on Jared. Make sure I didn't scar his brain or something." Then he'll check back to see how Jensen and Alyssa are doing.
"Yeah, I don't know what crawled up his ass," Jensen mutters. "He's not usually so skittish."
With a nod to Alyssa to tell her that he'll be back shortly, Misha heads over to where he saw Jared fleeing--his trailer. If Jared's thinking the same things as Jensen, then what? I really need to schedule another date at the club for all of us--show them what a scene actually looks like he tells himself as he walks up to the door. He's not stupid this time, but listens carefully for Jared. For all he knows the guy just needed to take a piss.
Nodding, Alyssa smiles at Misha, snags a raisin bagel then cautiously makes her toward Jensen. She knows the bruises are noticeable, but it isn't like her eyes are swollen shut and she can't speak; she has a very loud voice when need be and hopes that Jensen will understand. "Jensen," Alyssa says softly as she nears him, "are there questions I can answer for you? I don't mind, honest."
Inside his trailer, Jared is frantically beating off. He doesn't really want to be, but he needs to be, because-- "God!" he spits out, stroking himself fast and rough. Those bruises, those bites, Alyssa looked amazing, fucking stunning, and he can just imagine what it was like, how she loved it, how she sounded... he can't stop imagining it, really. On edge, he squeezes himself hard, his breath thundering in his chest, his heart like it'll explode and, "Fuck!" He goes rigid, mouth open, eyes staring blindly at the wall before he finally relaxes with a shudder.
Misha can hear . . . something . . . inside. Jared cursing, it sounds like. But he can't really tell much else besides that. Hoping that he's not truly disturbing the guy, he gives a tentative knock--he's at least learned enough to knock before entering these trailers now. "Jared?" He asks, not too loudly, but loud enough for it to carry inside. "Everything okay? You kind of took off quick there." He glances back to see if Alyssa and Jensen are talking.
Just on the verge of melting into the sofa, Jared freezes. Fuck! "Just-- just a minute!" he yells, and looks around frantically. Racing for the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and quickly cleans himself up, all the while wondering just what the hell he's supposed to say to Misha right now, of all people. He's still flustered and flushed when he pulls open the trailer door, but at least his clothes are all on and he's not sporting a monster woody anymore. "Hey. What's up?"
The smell hits Misha immediately and he suddenly knows exactly what Jared's been doing. Which is really flattering, of course--for Alyssa, he supposes. Also of course really fucking awkward for himself. He tries very hard to look cool and unconcerned, but he can feel the back of his neck heating up. "Sorry, just--I wanted to apologize. I probably should have given you and Jensen a little more warning before bringing Alyssa to the set. It was kind of an impromptu thing, her flying over here. I really wanted you guys to meet her." And now Jensen's pretty pissed about it, apparently. Which just plain sucks.
Jared's trying hard to look normal, casual, but he feels like a deer in friggin' headlights. "Uh-huh," he says with a jerky nod, "that's cool. Thanks. She's-- she's nice."
Misha snorts. "Oh yeah, she's a nice girl--that's EXACTLY why I picked her. Come on, man. You're allowed to say it. She's fucking hot. She beautifully submissive. And she likes pain. Don't think that I don't know what that does for somebody like me. Or you." He looks Jared in the eye, because he's just fucking sick of trying to hide what he is or pretend that there's nothing sexual going on here between all of them. Of course that last part might just be his hopes and dreams. It's probably not the best time to ask Jared--not yet. But he knows now it's a conversation that will have to take place some time.
"Yes that is all very fucking hot, and yes I just jacked off thinking about your girlfriend," Jared snaps, annoyed with Misha's annoyance. "I was trying not to make things even more awkward, all right?" He blows out a breath and drags a hand through his hair, trying to regain some measure of cool.
More awkward? Oh, if Jared had any clue, Misha thinks, but he's not ready to let that particular cat out of the bag. "Actually, I'm perfectly fine with you jacking off to thoughts about my girlfriend," he says, and the nice thing is that's actually true--he knows she's his, and it's not likely anyone else is going to be able to snatch her away. He sighs. "However, I am sorry about the timing. I just thought you might be freaking out." He chews on his lip. "Which reminds me, that I guess I'd better check back on Jensen and Alyssa. He's the one freaking out, I think." He stares at Jared. "What exactly did you tell him? About me, and about what we did at the club?"
Glancing around at the busy lot, Jared drops his voice further. "I told him that we checked out some of the rooms, and I hired a sub and I spanked him and fucked him with a plug. And I told him that he should join, like, now. That's it." All right, so maybe Misha isn't pissed off after all, that could only be good.
Misha nods. At least he knows the whole story now, and he can move forward from there. "Okay. I'm going to talk to him later, then, so he knows my story, so things like this don't freak him out." He looks Jared over, his mind going to other places, as it often does. "You know . . . she's got this fantasy about bukkake. If you ever want to play with her . . . I might be able to arrange it." He wags a finger at Jared. "But I want to be there to observe. You're new, and you're still learning. I won't let anyone ever harm her."
"Yeah, of course you wouldn't, I know--" Jared shakes his head, but it doesn't stop the spinning. "We can... talk later, I guess," he says, "I don't know what Jensen would think, but... wait, what did you say?" he asks, looking at Misha incredulously. "Bu... what? Man, I don't even know how to spell that."
He can't help it; Misha grins. "It means she'd love to have multiple men come on her. She also has this thing for humiliation." He leaves it at that, heading out of the trailer to allow Jared some time to just think and relax and . . . yeah. Think. It's not likely, he knows. But Misha kind of hopes Jared includes him in there somewhere in those thoughts.
And sure, Jared probably will think about Misha during some nice private quiet time. Just as soon as his brain struggles back into action at all.
Jensen had sputtered denials at Alyssa's initial questioning, but with Misha and Jared both out of sight and Alyssa being so sweetly concerned, he finds he can't keep pretending. "It's just... look," he says, dropping his voice, "I know, I mean, you're an adult, I just...well those are some pretty nasty bruises. And I'm sure he'd never hurt you on purpose, just... things could get out of hand. Right? I mean, what then?"
Jensen's trying to understand and, for that, Alyssa is thankful, but it's clear that her and her bruises have the man on edge. Alyssa grins up to him. "Do you breathe through a climax?" She asks shaking her head. "Most people don't, they hold their breath because it intensifies things." Head cocked, she steps forward as her eyes catch a woman passing close. "Jensen, he'd never do anything to harm me. I loved his hand on my throat."
"But if he got mad," Jensen persists, "like, for real. Or what if you wanted -- I don't know, what if you wanted to just have a freakin' doughnut, you know? Doesn't stuff like this," gesturing to her bruises but meaning everything, all the perverted things that are on offer at the club they all belong to, "doesn't that just open the door to -- other things? Bad things?"
Alyssa lets out a soft sigh, her smile warm and understanding. "If we're together, I choose to obey him...or not, if I feel like pushing him a bit," she says with a grin. "When we're together, I ask permission to eat among other things." Her head tilts a bit, thinking over his words. "Things like this? Things like this means Misha cares enough to take me to a place mentally that nobody else ever has and I trust him to do that, to care for me. What bad things do you think he'd do to me?"
"I don't know, just -- nothing, I guess," Jensen says, frustrated. The truth is, he doesn't know Misha all that well. He sure never would have guessed he'd be the kind of guy to choke his girlfriend or boss her around -- or call her his slave -- but then he doesn't know Alyssa at all. He's got no reason to think she'd put up with it if she didn't want it, and less reason to think Misha would ever hurt her.
All he knows, really, is that a lot of women wind up in relationships where some guy is telling them when to eat and what to do and smacking them around whenever they've had a bad day, and a lot of those women say their men care about them, too. And he really doesn't think Misha's one of those guys, but Chris Brown's friends probably didn't think he was either.
And if the paparazzi got a hold of Alyssa, got photos of those bruises....
"Look, I don't know, it's none of my business anyway," he goes on. "Misha's a great guy, you know, and I'm -- if y'all are happy, that's what matters."
She can feel his eyes going constantly to the bruises and a small part of her wants to cover them with her hand, more to ease his stress than anything; she's proud of them. "I have makeup when I go out. I worked on a show where I was constantly getting bruised, I know how to cover them."
Her grin widens slightly but her eyes stay calm, gentle. She can only imagine the shock the two must feel if nothing from the reactions. It's shocking they don't know more. "It does matter to the point that you work with him and he seems to genuinely like you. I don't want this to come between the two of you and a friendship."
"No, it's -- you don't have to worry about that," Jensen says, shaking his head. Christ. This is why he hates being thrown for a loop like this, he just says dumb shit, more than he should, gets himself in trouble. "Don't worry about that. Like I said, the important thing is that y'all are happy, right?"
Misha catches only the tail end of that, feeling like he's put out one fire (ha!) only to come upon another. "Very happy," he confirms, and grins at Alyssa, pulling her in for a kiss. He wants to tell her about Jared's reaction, but knowing Jared, it would mortify him. He still can't help but be tickled pink. Just the sight of his girl made his coworker jerk off! Sweet! He looks at Jensen in concern. "Did she help answer any of your questions?"
Alyssa smiles at the kiss, wrapping her arm around Misha's middle as he pulls her in. There's a certain humor in the man's eyes and a flush to his cheeks and everything in her wants to ask what he finds funny but she lets it go - for now. "Agreed," she says and presses another kiss to his cheek, "very happy indeed. Exhausted, but happy," she adds with a light laugh.
"That's great," Jensen says. "And yeah, we're good, totally," and he offers a game smile. Though honestly if someone asked him what questions he'd had, he's not sure he'd be able to tell them. He glances at his watch and curses under his breath; he's got about ten minutes to get this out of his head and get back into Dean's. "You uh, you're here all day?" he asks Alyssa. "We can all, you know, all get lunch together, maybe. If you two don't have plans already."
The grin that had been on Alyssa's face turns to a full-on smile as she looks up, beaming at Jensen. Both men were thrown, and she understands that, but the fact that Jensen's inviting her along has hopes high. "I'm here as long as Sir is, unless I want to hitch hike back," she says with a cheeky grin. "No plans that I know of and thank you, Jensen." Alyssa grins to Misha, presses a kiss to his cheek. "Is there somewhere I can wait while you're on set? Or is it okay if I watch for a bit?"
"Oh, absolutely! The more the merrier," Jensen answers, gesturing towards the set. "I mean as long as," he begins to add, glancing from Alyssa to Misha and then back, and then stuttering to a halt. Was she just asking, or was she asking Misha's permission? He scratches the back of his reddening neck and instead says, "Hey, I've -- I'm just gonna go get ready, they'll be hollering for me in a few minutes."
"Right--and I have to get in to Makeup," Misha says, nodding at Jensen's bow out. "I think lunch together would be great." He smiles at Alyssa. "Yes, you can watch--we all know you know how to behave around a studio set." Hell she's got more experience than he does. "Or if you get bored, as I said, you can hang out in my trailer."
Alyssa's grin widens and she leans in, presses a soft kiss to Misha's cheek then, nuzzling there for a moment, whispers into his ear. "If you miss me on set, Sir, and can't find me, I'll be waiting in your trailer. Naked and ready." Her grin turns just slightly wicked as she turns and makes her way toward the catering table for something to drink, the smell of the coffee drawing her in.
Misha chuckles darkly. So they might be just a touch late to lunch. "All I have to say is that if Jared or Jensen walk in on you like that, I'm going to laugh my ass off." He kisses her, and then heads on over to get his wardrobe and makeup on.
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