nilchance: original art from a vintage print; art of a woman being struck by lightning (misha and pickles)
Laughing Lady ([personal profile] nilchance) wrote2010-11-02 04:22 pm
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I have a pomegranate. Your argument is invalid.

Misha and Jeremy eat breakfast. This is just a quick unbetaed uncomplicated thing for wordcount, and to give me a break on the next chapter of TMR.



Oranges are not the only fruit, but this would have been news to Vincent. Misha never went hungry in Vincent's house for good simple food, thick oatmeal and whole milk and buttered noodles, roasted chicken and baked potatoes with sour cream. After sixteen years of catch-as-catch-can, of feeding Sasha his leftovers from free lunches, of falling asleep hungry, Misha had been pathetically grateful. He had wanted other things, sometimes, but pad thai and sushi seemed as mythical to him as being kissed. It wasn't something Misha could have, and so he ignored it.

Then came Jeremy. Jeremy the sensualist, his silk sheets and flavored creamer and sweet cheap wines.

Misha likes the way Jeremy peels golden strips of mango with his scarred pocket knife into ice cream, even though it's not a sensible breakfast. Jeremy buys fruits he doesn't recognize at the farmers' market, brings home baskets of produce that looks to Misha like bristling alien weaponry. They look it up online, find recipes, and they make things together; even if Misha hates the finished product, he loves Jeremy's thoughtful frowns or the way he unselfconsciously sucks his fingers clean.

Misha comes to know the distinctive crack of a pomegranate being seeded for him, the crisply sweet spray of juice onto Jeremy's wrists and long fingers. He learns to let Jeremy serve him like this, even though some part of him still knots up uneasily at being served by his master, because he knows this is how Jeremy offers Misha his heart.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/acquiescence_/ 2010-11-02 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeeze, this is just really sensual and nice

[identity profile] trishabooms.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ice cream with mango for breakfast, I may have to move in with Jeremy!
embroiderama: (Pomegranate)

[personal profile] embroiderama 2010-11-02 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Nnnng, pomegranate porn!
poisontaster: Misha Collins (Misha!)

[personal profile] poisontaster 2010-11-03 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
I love this; it's beautiful and quiet and sensory and sensual and filled with such a softly intense love. Beautiful.
ext_580136: (fingertips)

[identity profile] shakespearsgrl2.livejournal.com 2010-11-03 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
I just found your AKB 'verse stuff/That Middle Road last month (don't know how I missed it, really, except that I must fail at noticing things), and this made me really happy when it popped up on my flist. And it did not disappoint. I love especially how Misha is all uncomfortably comfortable with life, the universe and everything in this fic.

[identity profile] zelda-zee.livejournal.com 2010-11-03 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Very sweet and lovely.
fufaraw: mist drift upslope (candle reflection)

[personal profile] fufaraw 2010-11-03 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
I just want to roll around in this for a while. That's okay, right?

[identity profile] rock-chick-333.livejournal.com 2010-11-03 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
NGH. *FLAIL* This is sensual and gorgeous, and I love how much feeling you can squish into such a little thing!

If you should ever write the Jensen-teaching-Misha-to-kiss-and-Jeremy-getting-horny-watching-it scene from AKB, I will prostrate myself at your feet and do your bidding. Just sayin'.

[identity profile] trishabooms.livejournal.com 2010-11-03 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
And Bohdi's, you could just hear Jeff's freak out when he comes back on a sugar high and then refuses the food Sam feeds him.

Sam of course would be the one to tackle Jeremy.