My Little Collection of Things

All four of you had cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. It was after the time you would normally leave, but you didn’t mind. The kids had begged you to stay and tuck them into bed after the movie. It was an easy ‘yes.’ 

You sat next to Misha, your legs curled up on the couch, with West between you and him, and Maison in his lap. You hadn’t noticed as Misha’s arm had gone up to rest along the back of the couch until it slunk to rest around your shoulders, pulling you in to rest your head on his shoulder. It was a simple gesture and you smiled at how easy it was. You were also surprised at how comfortable you were with it in front of the kids (not that it was a huge display, but it was more than you’d ever done before.) Oh sure, there had been kisses, more like pecks, here and there when you would arrive or before you would leave. A couple hugs had been thrown in the mix as well, but somehow the kids had either never noticed or been in another room. 

West had let out a little giggle as you noticed him watching you and his dad cuddling. You’d resisted the urge to move away. Not because you disliked it or were uncomfortable, just because it was new. You weren’t used to it. You felt Misha’s fingers trail over your arm and shoulder in comforting caress and smiled as you relaxed and gave West a little wink. 

The movie and gone quickly and as the credits rolled you noticed that both West and Maison were sound asleep in your laps. With a soft smile and a sigh you and Misha each picked up a sleeping body and carried them to their room. 

“I should be heading home, it’s late.” You said softly as Misha closed the kids’ bedroom door. He looked up at you and you already knew what he was going to ask. 

“You could stay?” He offered. You smiled at him.

“You have no idea how badly I want to say yes…”

“Then say yes.” He offered, his voice low and husky as he slid his hands around you to clasp behind your back.

“Misha, I can’t.” You stretched up to gently kiss his lips. “I want to, believe me, but I’m not at the comfort level of having a sleep over with the kids here.” He nodded and then rested his forehead against yours. “Soon, just give me a little more time.”

“Of course, Y/N.” He gently kissed the tip of your nose. “I’m not trying to push. It’s just hard when you leave. I like having you around. I like spending time with you.” 

“I know. I like spending time with you.” Misha’s arms went slack around you before he reached out and took your hand and started walking for the door. 

“Y/N, the kids asked to spend tomorrow night with Vic.” You looked at him, his eyes seeming to glitter at the idea currently bouncing around his head. “Would you want to come over and spend some time-just the two of us-after they leave?” It only took a heartbeat for your answer to come to your lips. 

“Absolutely.” The smile that lit up Misha’s face made your heart jump in doubletime. He leaned down and kissed you, his warm lips sliding along yours, begging to taste you completely. You sucked his lip into your mouth, gently nibbling on it before soothing it with your tongue. Misha let out a growl and you stifled a giggle. 

“I am ten seconds away from hauling you over my shoulder and carrying you to my room caveman-style.” He growled.

“Mmmm, promises.” You teased and he narrowed his eyes at you. “Alright, alright. I’ll be good.” He kissed you one last time before stepping back. 

“I planned to take the kids to the park and then Vicki was going to pick them up from here just before lunch time.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, “If you wanted, you could come with us to the park and then just stay after they leave.” 

“As much as I would love to go to the park with you guys, I have to go into the office tomorrow and submit travel receipts and do some routine eval papers.” You pouted a little. “I wont be able to get out of there until at least one, maybe two if my current job has left any negative reviews on my evaluation forms.” You grinned at him. 

“Oh no.” He feigned concern. “I heard they left the worst review. Half a star. Terrible service. Late with the food. You name it.” You rolled your eyes and swatted his arm lightly. 

“I can be here right after.” Your hopeful eyes met his. “Should I have an overnight bag packed?” The heat that filled his eyes threatened to burn you alive. 

“Yes, although, I don’t know that you will actually be using anything inside it.” 

“Mmm, promises, promises.” You breathed before stretching up to kiss him one last time. “Alright. I need to go before we get into a situation like the kitchen in Vancouver.” The memory of West almost catching you two was still very fresh and strong in your mind. Misha let out a groan but gently released you. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way over?”

“Sounds perfect.” He agreed with a nod. 

“Alright, Mish. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” He rumbled as you stepped out the front door. You felt him watch you until you were safely in your car (not that his neighborhood was unsafe by any means.) The butterflies in your stomach calmed a touch as you turned the key in the ignition and made your way home. 

~~~

“Hey, Sylv.” You said as you entered the front office. Your friend beamed up at you. 

“Hey, Y/N! God it’s been forever!” She stood up and wrapped you in a big hug. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been great. Glad the traveling is done for at least right now.” She nodded. 

“I can imagine. Must be nice to have some off time coming up. Got any plans?” 

“Not really. Misha invited me to an award thing with the cast.” Sylvia’s face morphed a little and it made you pause. “What?”

“He invited you as like a friend?” She asked, a suspicious note in her voice. “Because it’s your off time and you’re not supposed to be working. And he signed that NDA and your privacy clause.”

“It wouldn’t be a working thing.” You answered truthfully. 

“Is it like a date?” The tone of her voice made you pause. “Please say it’s not a date, Y/N.” When you didn’t answer she sucked in a breath and looked around to see if anyone was listening. “Y/N, I’m not going to rat on you, but if something is going on with Mr. Hot-Single-Dad-Collins, you need to keep it very quiet. It is an extreme breach in protocol to start anything romantic with a client, and you could get fired.” You blinked a few times letting everything sink in. 

“So, theoretically,” you started and gave her a look that told her it definitely wasn’t theoretical at all, “if I were to start a romantic relationship with Misha, I would have to either quit working or keep it completely hidden?”

“Well, theoretically, you wouldn’t have to stop working, just stop working with him.” You gave her a very confused look not understanding. 

“Why?”

“Because, again this is all theoretical, think about what that looks like...a woman is sleeping with someone who is paying her...what does that sound like?” Horror dawned on your face. “It may not be exactly like being a call girl, but it’s dangerous nonetheless. What is to stop a girl from entering a romantic relationship and then when things go sour she turns around and accuses him of pressuring her into it because he is paying her salary? What’s to stop clients from expecting that kind of added service.”

“But you know I’m not like that…” 

“I know, but Y/N,” her voice dropped low so that only you could hear, “you need to be very careful. I wont say anything because I am your friend, but he is a public figure too. He’s got paparazzi around him all the time. If anything happens...keep it behind closed doors until you have decided to end your contract with him. If the higher ups hear about anything...it will cost you your job.” You nodded vigorously and she stared at you. “Does he make you happy?”

“Like you can’t imagine Sylvia.” You breathed. “He’s so good with his kids, and he treats me like I am his top priority. He’s always made me feel like I’m part of the family. He is so amazing and when I’m with him my stomach is filled with butterflies and my heart is in overtime.” 

“Good. You deserve to be happy. I will do everything I can to field and screen social media and stories.” 

“Thank you Sylv. You really are the best.” You hugged her again. “Alright, I gotta sit down for my eval paperwork and submit my last round of travel receipts. Do I go to the back conference room?”

“Yeah, Trish should be back there soon. She just got back from maternity last week.” You gave her a nod. 

“Thank you Sylvia.” When she waved you off you caught her eye. “No, I mean it. Thank you.” 

“Of course, Y/N. You deserve the best.” You smiled at her and she winked before you turned and made your way back to the conference room. 

~~~

You sat in your car, in Misha’s driveway, staring at the little bag of clothes in your passenger seat. You were an adult, and knew very well what adults did, but staring at the little bag felt a touch like you were doing something naughty. It was taking your relationship to the next level and it was a heady moment. With one deep breath you grabbed the little bag and exited your car. Misha opened the door and smiled at you as you made your way up to the front door and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey,” you said as he watched you approach. 

“Hey.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dodged. He cast you a confused and slightly hurt look before shutting the door. “Everything ok?” 

“Uhm, yeah. Just got some news at my eval. Nothing to worry about though.” You answered before gently stretching up to give him the kiss he wanted. You felt his hands land on your hips before sliding up and around your back. 

“Well, good. I have it on good authority that your employer left a glowing review.” He teased before kissing you and you smiled into the kiss. 

“Since I’m amazing at my job I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He let out an agreeing noise before sealing your lips in another kiss. His tongue traced your lips before entering your mouth and tangling with your own. You melted into the kiss, your body going languid and hot in his arms. Somehow without you noticing he’d pressed you back a step or two and you felt the solid wood of his front door behind you. You could feel his hardness pressed against you and it sent a zing of excitement through you. You wanted him so bad. 

One of his hands slid down your back to gently grab your thigh and haul it up over his hip, pressing his arousal right where you both wanted it most. You let out a whimper as he ground into you. His lips trailed away from your mouth, down your jaw to the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “I made a reservation for us at that little Italian restaurant down the way that you like.” he rumbled into your skin before nipping and kissing you again. 

“Oh, Misha,” you panted, “that sounds…” you froze as his words penetrated the thick fog of want you were in. “Wait - no!” you cried. Misha jumped in your arms, freezing and looking at you. “We can’t go out in public.” you pleaded. 

“What? Y/N, why?” Concern flicked over his face and you sighed. 

“I learned something at my eval meeting today.” His hands gently fell away from you as the mood was thoroughly broken. You sighed. “Before you think anything crazy, I want you to know, I want to go out with you in public. I don’t want to hide this. I mean I’m nervous about what others are going to say, but I want this.” you grabbed his hand gently. “If we go public right now I will lose my job.” Misha jerked back and looked at you. 

“What?” He stared at you completely and utterly confused. You let out another heavy sigh and tugged on his hand to move away from the door. You wanted to at least sit down while you explained. You sat on his couch and pulled him to sit next to you. 

“So, Sylvia, my friend, and I were talking,” you started, “and she knows about ‘us.’ Or rather she knows you and I are leaning towards there being and ‘us.’” He gave a small, slow nod. “And she told me about a company policy that I’d never heard of before. I’d never considered company policy on the matter before, honestly. You’re the only...I’ve never...this isn’t…” you trailed off and watched as a smile touched his eyes, realizing you were admitting that you’d never developed feelings for or started a relationship with a client before. You were so cute when you were flustered. “Anyway, she told me that company policy is that if a nanny and a client are found in this sort of situation the nanny is fired. No warning. No second chances. Done, and basically blacklisted.” You took a steadying breath, “If we want to go public, we need to terminate our contract.”

“Ok,” he started slowly, “so we do that.” he said it so matter of factly it made you want to laugh. 

“Misha, that means I wont be able to be here all the time. That means I wont be going to Vancouver with you anymore. I wont get to see and spend time with the kids, or you, like I do now.”

“Why not?”

“I still need to work.” Realization started to dawn in his eyes. “I don’t want to stop working, but if we’re in a relationship that means I can’t work for you. So I would have to be hired on as a nanny with another family, and while I can opt out of traveling, it would still take up a bunch of my time. We told West and Maison that nothing would change right away.” He paused to think about it. 

“No, we need you here.” He agreed. “Couldn’t you leave the agency and just work for me while being with me?” Before the sentence even left his mouth he knew that wasn’t going to work.

“Misha, we are so new, and that is basically asking me to be your live-in girlfriend.” You gave him an awkward smile, “Actually it’s more like being a kept woman.” You shrugged a little, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Imagine if we don’t work out. I’m left with nothing. No job. No support. Nothing to fall back on.” A look of hurt crossed Misha’s face. 

“You really don’t think we’re going to work out?” You touched his cheek, “Or that I’d leave you ass out like that if we didn’t?”

“No, I don’t think you’d do that.” You had to give him credit. He and Vicki had ended amicably and had made sure each other were taken care of so no one was hurting at the end. It wasn’t bitter, and you had no doubts he’d make sure you were steady on your own two feet rather than leave you out in the cold. “But I’m a planner. I have to plan for the worst and hope for the best. I jump to the worst case scenario so that I’m prepared for everything. It’s part of what makes me so good at my job.” He gave a nod and then let out a slow sigh. 

“Alright. So we don’t go public right now.” You nodded. “But we are going to have to figure out what to do about this. I don’t want to have to hide forever.” You nodded again. 

“I don’t either. I know it’s going to be an adjustment with you being famous, but I want that. I just have to figure out what to do with my job.” He nodded and then hugged you. 

“Alright.” His hands came up to clasp your jaw in his palms and he looked into your eyes. “You’re right. We need to be smart about this. Slow and steady with the public stuff. When we’re both ready we’ll figure it out.” You smiled at him. “I just…” he let out a pent up breath. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding sappy, but you make me happy Y/N and I want to show that off to the world. It’s hard to pretend like there isn’t anything between us when we’re in public. But I will do my best to keep my hands to myself.” He grinned mischievously, “At least in public...at least for now.” You grinned back at him. 

“Good.” He pulled you to him to kiss you. 

“Well, since dinner plans are changing, lets go see what we have that we can make…” you both stood, “or,” he started his eyes trailing over your body, “we could order in and I could eat take out off your body in my bed.” A laugh escaped your throat. “You’re right, that’s a tad messy.” He wrinkled his nose. “Let’s go scour the kitchen then.” 

~~~

Misha’s eyes watched you from across the room. No matter how many times he told you not to, there you were, standing at his sink loading his dishwasher while he packed away the leftovers from dinner. To say your earlier conversation had thrown him a curveball would have been an understatement, but honestly it was just enough of a wake up call to keep his head on straight. Yes you’d both decided to be more than just employer and nanny, but he did lead a very public life and you needed to ease into that. This little hiccup would help him to ease you into the public and see if it was something you even liked. If you decided you wanted to stay behind the scenes he’d gladly do that too, so long as he got to have you. Now that he let himself feel the feelings he’d been trying to push away and hide, he wasn’t going to let you get away. 

He was telling the truth when he said you made him happy. Having you around made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time. You were easy going and everyone loved having you around. Just a look from you could have his heart thumping and his blood heating. Keeping his hands to himself was tough, but now did he really need to anymore?

With that thought he moved quickly and quietly behind you. As you straightened from loading the last dish into the dishwasher you felt Misha behind you and spun around to look at him. The heat and hunger in his eyes had your blood racing and without a second thought you stretched up to kiss him. Your lips met, and parted, as if in a primal dance for dominance but neither of you really cared who would win. You felt his hands grip your legs and lift you up onto the counter, and you pulled him closer to you, circling and trapping him with your legs. 

Gently his fingers traced the skin of your stomach before dragging your shirt up off your body and dropping it to the floor. His lips trailed from yours down your neck to your collar bones before settling on the swell of your breast. His deft hands found the clasp of your bra and soon it was laying in a heap on the floor in his kitchen along with your shirt. Electric shocks shot through you as his tongue swirled around first one then the other nipple. You gripped his shoulders, a soft sigh slipping from your mouth as he explored your body. You felt him shift as he moved lower, dragging his tongue along the hem of your pants. “Misha…” you whined as the button popped and the zipper lowered. He stood, his lips going to yours as his fingers dipped into your pants to touch and tease at your clit. The electricity that flowed through your body at his touch had you weak in the knees and your back arched as you gripped the edge of the counter behind you. 

He watched your face as he touched you, mesmerized by the way your features morphed and changed as the pleasure moved through you. You were so beautiful. He wanted you. He wanted to taste you, and hear you, and feel you as you took all the pleasure he could give you until neither of you could move any more.  His lips captured yours as his fingers circled the tender, swollen bundle of nerves, swallowing your groan. “Y/N…” he groaned as he teased you and rocked his body into yours. He slid his hand under your leg, gripping the rim of the sink with his hand, and hiked it up higher as your breath caught in your throat. He slid his hand lower, his longest finger entering you while his thumb rubbed insistent circles. 

Your head was foggy and you felt almost drunk of the pleasure assaulting your senses. You weren’t going to last much longer and you wrenched your lips away, sucking in air as you panted towards the sky. “Yes, Misha.” You whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You practically begged as you felt your body cresting the mountain of pleasure before you. You leaned back, bracing one hand on the counter and gripping his shirt and shoulder with the other. You watched his hand move in and out of you, the skin of his wrist flexing as the cloth of your panties moved with his hand. You dragged your eyes up to his and the heat and hunger in his eyes was enough to have you falling over the edge. Your back arched as you froze and held your breath through the first waves of pleasure. 

“Let me hear you, Y/N.” Misha’s gravelly voice begged into your ear. With the next pulse a moan slipped from your lips and you felt Misha shutter while watching you. Your eyes fluttered closed as your body hummed before relaxing against his chest. 

“Misha,” you took a breath, “that was...oh my god.” You looked up at him and marveled at the satisfied grin on his face. You could feel him still hard and insistent, pressed up against you. He pulled his hand from your pants, hungry eyes examining the wet glistening on his fingers. You watched with lust filled eyes as he stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it clean. “My turn…” you panted as you reached for the button on his jeans. 

“Wait,” Misha stilled your hands with his, “if you touch me right now I wont be able to last, and I want to be inside you when I finish.  This is not where I want our first time to be.” He took a steadying breath before letting your leg drop down and scooping you close to him again. You captured his lips with yours before gently pushing him away from the counter and hopping down yourself. Your eyes met his and you took his hand before slowly leading him down the hall to his room. There was so much more you wanted to explore...this was only the beginning. 

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Pairing: Misha x Reader

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You woke slowly, stretching languidly in your bed. Your body felt super relaxed and it took a moment for your sleep muddled mind to remember exactly why. Last night Misha had driven your body over the edge to crash into waves of pleasure you hadn’t experienced yet in your life. The man was skilled with his fingers, and he had used them on your body many times through out the night before you had slunk off to collapse on your bed in an exhausted (but, oh, so happy) heap. Misha had asked you to stay with him, and sleep in his bed, but you had been way too paranoid about the kids finding you that you had gently declined. You wanted to talk to the kids before they saw anything happen.

With one final stretch you picked up your phone and checked the time before climbing out of bed. It was early. Really early. You knew the others were going to wake up soon, but you wanted to get up and get coffee made. Silently you slipped from your room, eyes landing on Misha’s closed door. You fought the urge to slip into his room for a snuggle.

You slipped into the kitchen and filled the coffee pot with water and grounds. As it brewed you stood, recalling the things that had happened last night. Things had changed so much, so quickly, and while you were still basking in the afterglow of it all you really needed to talk to Misha about what all this meant.

You felt some hands slide over your hips to wrap gently around you in a hug from behind. You jumped lightly as Misha rested his chin on your shoulder before smiling and relaxing into his arms. Your hands came to rest on his circled about your waist. “Good morning.” He rumbled from behind you.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” you queried.

“I slept ok. Would have been better if you had been there with me.” He offered with a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck.

“I know, I just…” you let out a breath. “I want to tell the kids before they just see something going on.” Misha paused for a moment. He hadn’t considered the effect this would have on the kids if it wasn’t handled right. He knew his kids though. They loved you, just like you loved them, and Misha really had a strong feeling they would be happy to know you were going to be a more permanent fixture in their household.

“I understand.” He agreed. “Would you want to tell them this morning? Before we go to the airport?”

“I don’t think we have enough time. I don’t want to rush through this. I want to do it right. Their world has been changing so much the past year, and I don’t want them to feel like it’s turning topsy turvy again. You know?”

“Absolutely.” He agreed. “We can do it when we get back to California. We’re supposed to get settled in again before that award show in a few weeks. We can approach it with them then. Give them some time to absorb it before going to their mother’s and us going public.” The thought of you two going public made you stiffen against him. It wasn’t that you wanted to hide your relationship, but the thought that so many people would be watching you made you nervous. If that wasn’t handled right either things would get messy and uncomfortable. “Hey…” he coaxed gently, trying to keep you from getting too upset. “Hey, Y/N, it’s going to be ok.” He breathed into your ear. “The kids are going to be excited about it, our friends are excited about it, our family will be excited about it. Anyone else is extra.” Your heart thumped and you smiled.

“You’re right.” you settled back into his arms. “I’m just a worrier.”

“I know. I’d like to do something to take your mind off of it though.” You turned your head to look at him with a question in your eyes. His lips gently came down on yours and you quietly sighed into the kiss.

“Oh, but the kids…” you trailed off, pulling back gently.

“The kids are still sound asleep, and wont wake up for a little while.” his hands flattened on your stomach, gently pushing the bottom of your top up so he could stroke your skin. He kissed the spot where your neck met your shoulder and you swallowed a groan. “Let me take your mind off of it...please?” Heat bloomed in the pit of your stomach and you nodded.

“Alright.” Misha’s eyes darkened as he watched you. One of his hands smoothed up your ribs, under your shirt, to cup your breast and play with your nipple that hardened against his palm. His other hand snaked down. His fingers slipped down until he felt you warm and wet. Your hands gripped his wrists, not pulling him away but holding on as he touched you and stoked your body to life. Your breathing was ragged as pleasure shot through you as his fingers started to lazily circle your clit.

“Put your hands on the counter, Y/N.” It took you a moment to decipher what he was telling you to do. You looked at him and he smirked at you before pulling your body back into his. Your rear end came in contact with his hardness and without thinking you wiggled slightly causing him to hiss. “Y/N,” he said again, his voice raw and husky from need, “put your hands on the counter and don’t move them.” You licked your lips and placed them flat on the counter between you and the coffee pot.

His fingers slid down to tease at your entrance before dragging back up to tease at your swollen bundle of nerves. It was so hard to keep the pants and sighs from slipping out of your mouth. “Misha.” you whispered, still very aware that West and Maison were asleep in a room just down the hall. “I want you.” You whined so only he would be able to hear you.

“I want you too, but I don’t think we’ll have enough time for that.” He supplied as his fingers doubled their efforts between your legs. “I don’t want to rush this, and when it finally happens, I want to have all the time in the world to enjoy it.” He gently rocked into you. “We have waited too long for this to be rushed.” You gasped and reached a hand behind you, intent on touching him. His hand between your legs froze and he chuckled. “Y/N...I said put your hands on the counter.” he nipped at your earlobe. “This is about you.”

“But I want to…”

“I know, and normally I would let you, but today, right now,” he guided your hand back to the counter top “I want to watch you come up apart in my arms so that I can try to keep my hands to myself when we’re in public and with the kids.” The hand between your legs started moving again and you almost sobbed in relief as pleasure coursed through you.

“I’m so close, Misha…” you panted as you rocked against his hand. You bit your lip as his free hand slid your shirt up and over your breast before gently tweaking the hardened peak there. One final circle from his fingers and you were stiffening in his arms, a silent cry stealing your breath.

“Fuck, so sexy…” you heard Misha curse in your ear, but you were too far gone as you rode the waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Dad?” West’s voice cut through the fog in your brain as you registered the sound of little feet starting to move down the hallway. Before you could think twice your shirt was pulled back into place, your shorts as well, and Misha turned to poke his head to look down the hallway.

“Good morning West, good morning Maison!” He said in a cheerful voice. You were still breathing heavily and your hands trembled as you reached for a coffee mug (although you weren’t sure if you were trembling from the amazing orgasm you’d just had, or the shock of West and Maison almost walking in on you.) You took a deep breath and poured two cups of coffee and turned to see West enter the kitchen.

“Morning Y/N!” West cried before launching himself at you in a hug.

“Good morning guys!” You smiled and stooped down to hug both of them. You felt Misha’s eyes watching you but couldn’t make yourself look up at him. The man was going to get you in trouble and you knew if you looked at him right now, you’d do something very inappropriate. “You just about ready to eat some breakfast and head to the airport?”

“Yep! Can we have pancakes?” West asked excitedly.

“You know what, pancakes sound amazing.” You answered. “Why don’t I get all the ingredients and we can make some pancakes while your dad goes and gets ready to go, then when we’re all done we can grab our stuff and head out?” You chanced a peek up at Misha and he was watching you with fire in his eyes.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll hop in a quick shower,” he licked his lips as he locked eyes with you, “then after we’re done eating, I’ll clean up dishes while you three get ready.” You nodded dumbly and watched as he left the room. You turned back to the kids standing in front of you.

“Alright helpers, let’s get everything ready!”

~~~

Misha took a steadying breath as he shut the bathroom door. He’d been ten second away from bending you over the counter and losing himself inside you, but he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want to rush this. Having West interrupt from down the hall (thank God he’d announced himself instead of just walking into the kitchen silently) had been a blessing and a curse. He’d been able to pull himself from the hazy fog of wanting you enough to fix your clothes and close his robe to hide his very evident arousal, but now he was left frustrated and in desperate need of release. He knew exactly what he was going to be doing in the shower. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he knew it would take the edge off while you all traveled.

~~~

“Y/N” Maison whined as you all say at the gate waiting for the plane. “Gotta go potty.” You checked the clock on your phone. You had just enough time to take her to the bathroom and get back before the priority family boarding started.

“Alright. If we hurry we can make it.” You smiled and scooped her up. “Misha I’ll be right back. I’m going to take her to the restroom and be right back.” He smiled at you.

“Perfect.” He checked his watch. “West, do you have to go?” He looked down at the almost six year old. West paused and thought for a moment.

“No, but I should prolly try, huh?” He looked up at you and then to his dad.

“Yeah buddy, let’s all go and then we can get on the plane.” Misha answered before scooping up his and West’s bag. The men’s restroom was on one side of the gate and the women’s was on the other. You all parted to go handle the chore. As you stood in the large stall waiting for Maison to finish going you phone chimed indicating you had a text message. You pulled it out and saw Misha’s name pop up on your screen.

Misha: Have I told you how amazing it is to watch you with the kids?

Y/N: I try. They are amazing kids and make my job easier.

Misha: Would you be willing to stay with me on a night when you’re not on the job? Your heart thumped rapidly. You desperately wanted to stay the night with him any night he wanted you to. Was it moving too fast? You knew if you stayed with him you two would end up sleeping together. Would that make you seem easy? You’d already told him you didn’t want to just be ‘the nanny.’ You wanted more. This was definitely ‘more.’

Y/N: Yes.

You helped Maison do up her pants and then walked her to the sink to wash her hands and lead her out of the bathroom. You saw Misha at the gate waiting for you and you couldn’t help the big smile that came to your lips. You had no idea what you did to deserve him. He was gorgeous, kind, caring, a great father, hilarious. He always worried about you and making sure you were comfortable and taken care of. He spoiled you. If he wasn’t careful he’d have you falling head over heels in love with him before either of you had a moment to realize it. You walked up to him, still beaming at just how happy you were.

Seeing the beautiful smile on your face had Misha’s heart tripping in his chest. Before he could think better of it he held up his phone and snapped a picture of the four of you together. He loaded it to all his social media captioned, “Traveling with these three makes life a lot happier.”

“You ladies ready?” He asked, tucking his phone in his pocket.

“Yep, daddy!” Maison called with a smile. “Y/N am I sitting next to you or next to Daddy?”

“Well, I think this time West starts out next to me. Maybe if you ask really nicely he’ll switch with you halfway through?”

“Awww, but Y/N…” West whined.

“You guys really need to stop being so obvious.” You teased, “Your dad is going to get all upset when he realizes you like me more than him.” Misha let out a snort.

“In your dreams.” He teased back. “I pay them to like you.”

“Do not!” West argued, “We like Y/N all on our own, because she’s nice, and fun, and pretty.” You could feel your cheeks flaming red. “And I’m gonna marry her one day.” He said, puffing out his chest a little in pride. Your eyes went wide and jumped to Misha quickly, who also looked a little perplexed. That was an unexpected declaration.

“Oh really, West. Is that so?” Misha said, laughter hidden in his voice.

“Mmhmm.”

“Ok, West. We’ll see.” He looked to you and gave you a wink. “Let’s go get on the plane now.” West led the way with you following close behind and Misha bringing up the last of your little group. Misha smiled as he watched you walk down the aisle way towards your seat. You looked so concerned about West’s declaration. While it wasn’t something he was expecting, he knew it was nothing serious. West wouldn’t be heartbroken when he found out about the two of you. He thought it was adorable that you were even worried about it. He watched as you settled both Maison and West in their seats before sitting down yourself. You’d taken the aisle seat so West could have the window. Misha followed suit.

He was having a hard time keeping his head out of the clouds. Sitting across the aisle from you felt vaguely couple-y. It wasn’t a far stretch to imagine the two of you traveling together without the kids there. He wondered if you’d still be worried about people taking your picture with him, or if you’d be able to relax and just be present with him. He wanted to hold your hand. He wanted to sit next to you and sling his arm around your shoulders and hold you. He knew he couldn’t right now, but he was excited for the future when he would get to.

But that was still a little ways off. So far, you’d agreed to stay with him on a night when you weren’t working with the kids. That night couldn’t come soon enough.

~~~

You turned the page in one of your very worn books that you had read at least a hundred times, and paused as your phone dinged. You picked it up and saw a message from Misha. Your eyes flicked over to him to see him sitting quietly scrolling through something on his phone. You opened your messages and heat flooded you.

Misha: I want you Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when I’m touching you.

Y/N: I want you too. You felt naughty. Talking about this through text message with the kids in the seats next to you, granted they were sleeping, but still. I miss the feeling of your hands on my body.

Misha: I wasn’t done with you this morning. There were so many things I wanted to do to you before we got interrupted.

Y/N: Oh I know. There were quite a few things I wanted to do to you as well.

Misha: Oh really? Like what? Care to share?

You cast a sideways glace towards him and noticed he’d set his phone down on the tray table and picked up a magazine. Cocky. He either thought you wouldn’t respond or you’d offer very little information. You grinned to yourself and tapped out your reply achingly slowly. You wanted to make the man blush. You wanted to see him shift in his seat because his pants got a bit too tight. You wanted to work him up just like you were worked up. You sent the message and waited.

Misha heard his phone ding so he picked it up and unlocked it. He let out what sounded like a cross between a cough and a groan and shifted in his seat. His eyes darted to you and you smiled noticing that his cheeks seemed a touch redder then they’d been before. He turned back to his phone and started tapping out a response. It seemed like forever before your phone chimed again.

Misha: You have no idea how badly I want to steal you away to make those things happen. Wanna join the mile high club? ;-)

You giggled and looked at him before playfully shaking your head. “Who would watch the munchkins?” You teased. He let out a soft groan that almost sounded like a whimper.

“If we strap them down and give them lots of candy, they wont even notice we’re gone.” He protested. You let out a laugh and shook your head again. “You are a cruel woman.” He muttered behind a playful pout before winking at you.

“You like it.”

“Oh, I absolutely do.” He responded, sending a shiver down your spine at the huskiness in his voice. You suddenly wished your time off was a lot closer than it actually was.

~~~

Misha stood in his kitchen staring blankly through the window as his mind raced a mile a minute. He could hear you playing with the kids in one of the rooms and it made his heart swell. Everyone had been home for a few days and was settling back into the daily routine. Except for him. He had to admit, while the attraction and easy camaraderie had always been there, now that you had decided you wanted more (just like he did) keeping himself from giving you affection in front of the kids had been tough. It wasn’t like he wanted to rip your clothes off and do naughty things to do all day (which he did, but that was easier to control), but he often found himself wanting to hug you or kiss your cheek, or just general easy affection that felt natural throughout the day.

He turned on his heel and marched over to the playroom where he found you on the floor with the kids building something with a lego set of West’s. You looked up at him with a smile. “I want to tell them.” He said without hesitation or preamble. Your expression morphed into one of shock and you looked at the kids noting they looked confused.

“Right now?”

“Yes.” He almost whined. “They’re settled. We’re settled. We have time.” He watched you stand up. “I’d like to tell them right now.” You looked down at West and Maison quickly and saw them looking between the both of you, waiting for an answer.

“Tell us what?” West asked quickly. “Y/N isn’t leaving, right Dad?”

“No West. I’m not going anywhere.” You offered with a smile. “It’s nothing bad. I promise. Come on, let’s all go into the kitchen and get some lunch while we talk.” West didn’t look convinced but nodded and followed you out of the playroom. “You could have warned me, or maybe said it with a little less ‘doom and gloom’.” You teased as you walked towards the kitchen. Misha shrugged.

“Sorry. It’s been on my mind a lot and I just realized I was done waiting.” You nodded.

“I understand.” Once in the kitchen you turned and grabbed some ingredients to put together some grilled cheese sandwiches. Misha grabbed some fruit from the fridge, washed it, and set it on the table for the kids to munch on while you got the sandwiches ready. It didn’t take long. You dished up everyone’s plate and then sat down at the table. You looked to Misha, not really sure how to start.

“West, Maison,” He hedged, “you two like Y/N, right?” Both kids nodded their heads quickly. “Well I do too.” He stumbled, “I more than like her.” He clarified. This wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. “I like her the way I liked your mom for a very, very long time.” Realization started to brew in West’s eyes.

“I like your dad too.” You offered. “Nothing is going to change. I’m still going to be here to be with you. I’m still going to go with you to watch your dad film. I will still be helping out at your mom’s. We wanted to tell you in case you saw us hug, or hold hands, or something like that. We didn’t want you to be confused.”

“Does that mean you’ll be having sleep overs here? Like when we’re in Canada?” West asked.

“Maybe in the future, but not right now.” You answered honestly. You might have a ‘sleep over’ with Misha in the near future, but the kids weren’t going to be here and it might take you a little while to be comfortable with that.

“Are you going to be our new mommy?” Your eyes widened.

“West, that is really jumping into the future buddy.” Misha answered. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it, but this was still so new and neither one of you wanted to make promises or claims that weren’t guaranteed. No one wanted the kids to get hurt.

“And if that were to happen West, I wouldn’t be your new mommy. Your mom will always, always, always be your mommy. I would be a bonus mom.” You needed him to know you weren’t replacing anyone, even though marriage wasn’t an option even remotely close to being on the table at the moment. “But that is something that wouldn’t happen for a long time and not until we all talked about it first. I promise.” He looked at you and nodded before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Are you guys ok? Do you have any questions?” Maison shook her head as she ate. You didn’t think she really completely understood exactly what was going on, but felt better knowing you were at least including her. “How about you West. Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” he said, “Just sad…” he trailed off.

“Why is that buddy?” Misha asked, suddenly nervous.

“That means I wont be able to marry Y/N when I get grown up.” It took a heartbeat before what he said sunk in and you couldn’t help the big smile and laugh that bubbled up inside you. You leaned over and hugged him.

“Don’t worry West. You’ll always be my number one guy.” He smiled into you and hugged you back.

“Good.”

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