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22 December 2010 @ 10:51 pm
Random Jared/Misha  
For hils, who was a leetle adorably drunk tonight and wrote "MISHA" on her car in the snow. This is for you, baby.

There's a Misha-sized hole on the the snow that's clinging to Jared's car, and there's a Misha in it. He's been out there since the snow started coming down, if the untouched chrome beneath his back and legs is any indication. The frosty stuff has built up to a good half-inch or so, and Misha's just lying there, in his fleece-lined jacket, a flannel shirt and jeans, staring up at the sky.

"You ever just watch the snow as it comes down?" he asks, without turning his head, as he hears Jared approach. "It's this weird optical illusion. It looks like it's all coming from this single point, way up in the sky, even though it's coming down completely parallel." He points upward at that invisible vanishing point, squinting at it through snowflake-crusted eyelashes.

The snow has melted where it's touched his body, and his shirt is soaked through. His hair is wet, streaking against the windshield, and his jeans cling where the denim's been saturated by an hour of fluffy flakes. The flakes pile a little on his jacket, where the fabric is cool, but he absorbs the rest. The cold flushes his cheeks, makes him look like he's been out for a run and all that wetness is just perspiration. If it weren't for the surroundings, and the soft white puffs of his breath into the air, you couldn't tell if he were in summer or winter.

"You're gonna freeze to death," Jared says, approaching. The snow crunches beneath his boots, a satisfying, hearty sound that always exhilirates him. It's a sound he almost never heard even in those rare Texas winters. If flakes fell in Texas at all, they withered into mud immediately. Very rarely, there was some slush. But not snow, not like this. He's still a five-year-old when it comes to snow, and hearing the boot-crunch that's familiar to Misha and so many others fills him with wonder.

"Look," Misha responds, still pointing toward the ether.

Jared pauses to angle his head upward. The snow tickles his lips, and as he squints he sees the illusion Misha's talking about. "Wow," he says, "that's pretty neat."

Misha makes a gurgling noise, and, alarmed, Jared looks back down to see him with his mouth wide open, tongue sticking out, trying to catch snowflakes. Jared laughs. "Isn't that, like, dangerous? With acid rain and all that."

Gulping, Misha angles his head toward Jared, looking straight at him for the first time. "When I keel over and die tomorrow, you can tell the morgue they should check for snowflake poisoning," he says, all seriousness, and Jared can't help but laugh. It does sound kind of silly.

"Still," Jared presses. "When you die tomorrow of pneumonia everyone will know it's because you're out here freezing your ass off."

Misha's eyebrows rise, hover, then fall again. "Guess you better help warm me up, then. Or are you gonna leave me to die out in the cold?"

Jared laughs, loud enough that a squirrel in one of the trees above skitters to another branch, shaking snow down over their faces. Misha laughs, opening his arms to embrace it. It's an invitation to the snow, not to him, but Jared can't help but take Misha up on it anyway.

He puts a foot up on the front bumper. The car bounces, and some of the accumulated snow falls from the windshield and roof onto Misha's head. Misha gives a cry of surprise, but then the car bounces again and Jared's settling into the snow next to him, hands reaching out to brush the sudden deluge of white from Misha's scalp and face. "You're hopeless," he says in a soft, amused voice.

Misha rolls onto his side, groaning slightly as he does -- it's the most he's moved in an hour. His hands slide over to grab the flaps of Jared's jacket and haul him close. "I am," he admits. "Hopeless." His face angles up into Jared's, and at this distance Jared can see all six points of the snowflake that falls right on the apple of Misha's cheek, in the instant before it disappears.

Jared covers the wet spot with his mouth and licks it away. Misha gives a soft groan. Jared chuckles against his cheek and then goes hunting, eyes tracking every flake that falls and mouth darting in to taste. The tip of his nose. His lower lip. Just above his left eye.

Two fat snowflakes dart in like twins and sit obstinately against the chapped edge of Misha's lower lip. Jared takes a moment to eye them before lowering his mouth to taste.

Misha melts beneath him easier than snow, his whole body shifting to allow Jared to drift onto him. His hands slide along Jared's back, beneath his open jacket, dancing along his spine and bringing chills with each motion. Jared licks his lips, opens his mouth to let warm breath and hot tongue work against Misha's. His hands burrow through dark tufts of wet hair, trace streaking paths along red cheeks. A wet jean-clad thigh comes up to cradle against his own.

"You're gonna die of snowflake poisoning," Misha warns. His voice is raspy, his mouth swollen with the heat of Jared's kisses.

"Guess you better come in out of the snow, then," is Jared's whispered reply.

They grin at each other, bodies glowing against the cold white night. Jared rises, stretches out his hands, and pulls Misha up. Boots crunch against snow, leaving two sets of footprints leading up the stairs and into the house.


cassiopeia7: christmas: sassy_santacassiopeia7 on December 23rd, 2010 04:21 am (UTC)
Ooo. VERY nice! Quiet and sweet and lovely. I particularly like the way you described the look of snow coming down, and the sound of it beneath your feet because . . . yeah. Exactly. Beautiful.

(I'm not exactly sure what hils has been up to, but if it gets you to write stuff like this, she needs to do it more!) XD

*doesn't have enough Sassy icons*

*is sad*
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:27 pm (UTC)
heeeee! thank you! i love when an image comes to me like this. <3 And if you liked this you would have loved her adorable drunk tweets from last night. Ask her why Fabe is her frue! XD
Morgan O'Conner: Misha Collins angel by uglybusinessmorganoconner on December 23rd, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)

Just what I needed to get into the spirit of the season! ;)

Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC)
I do what I can to spread the cheer XD
Chaos, Panic, Pandemonium – my work here is done.: supernatural--santa!jared/mishariveroceansea on December 23rd, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)

Now I just melted.

Thank you Tiptoe! Me thinks hils should get drunk more often if this is what it inspires. Wheeee!
Miya Tenaka: Actors - Misha Smilemiya_morana on December 23rd, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
How adorable! <3
Agnesbientot on December 23rd, 2010 09:19 am (UTC)
I love the way images of snow permeate the whole interaction, especially when Jared drifts onto Misha! This is beautiful and as hot as it is cold. hils deserves all good things!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC)
ilu for noticing that XD *loves on you* I agree about hils XD
Hils: Jared/Misha (all I want for Christmas)hils on December 23rd, 2010 11:46 am (UTC)
OMG! I can't even remember prompting this but I am so glad I did! It's precious and wonderful and going on the rec list

Really, you are too good to me, bb!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:21 pm (UTC)
YOU DON'T REMEMBER? omfg you were so cute! go back through your timeline. XD XD XD *loves on you*

Fabe is my Frue!!!!
Hilshils on December 23rd, 2010 02:33 pm (UTC)

And I sent some of that garbled shite to Misha *facepalm forever*
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:35 pm (UTC)
haaaaaaaaaaah!!! I am a linguistic genius, that's how. XD omg you made us all giggle so hard. XD *hugs* i have half a mind to send you a liquor cabinet as a gift XD
Hilshils on December 23rd, 2010 02:35 pm (UTC)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:39 pm (UTC)
The world sheds a tear at the loss of cuteness. You not drinking again is equivalent to a kitten dying.
Hilshils on December 23rd, 2010 02:40 pm (UTC)
LOL! *amends* I'm not drinking again until New Year's Eve
Tiptoe39: LOL - Marstiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:45 pm (UTC)
OK, the kitten can remain in a coma until then. Good compromise. *handshakes*
Hilshils on December 23rd, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
But I don't think you're one to lecture on the killing of kittens now are you!
Tiptoe39: LOL - Marstiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2010 02:51 pm (UTC)
............. Damn it, I was hoping you wouldn't think to bring that up. CURSES! FOILED AGAIN!

Hilshils on December 23rd, 2010 02:53 pm (UTC)
A hils never forgets *nods sagely*
gerolyn7gerolyn7 on December 23rd, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
I love the snow poisening!! Such a Misha thing to say. Great job sweetie, so cute!!
ZanyRainey: Mistletoe_Mishazanyrainey on December 27th, 2010 06:18 pm (UTC)
I love it!
It made me crave snowy weather!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 27th, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I hear anywhere north of my location is completely snowed in right now (we were spared) so if you're really craving it XD