The the trip was long. But not as long as you had expected, it just felt like hours when really it wasn't. After saying goodbye to your host family and telling your mum at home about the extended time you'd be away and the brilliant news, you had packed your bags and hopped on the plane to Vancouver. Unfortunately much to your disappointment you hadn't been seated next to Misha as he'd originally planned but due to scheduling errors you had been forced to sit right up the back of the plane while Misha sat with the rest of the cast near the front. You sighed as you lay there, thinking about how you'd probably need to find a place to stay until you could afford To stay in your yet to be found future home. Maybe you could sleep on set? You chuckled to yourself. You were seated alone, an empty open seat beside you and you were staring out of the window at the sunset when you jumped from the fright of a heavy thud falling next to you.
"Hey!" Misha's face grinned, squared nose to nose with yours as your head had turned suddenly to face him. You blushed brightly and fumbled backwards before your inner instincts took over and you kissed him right there on the plane. Wow, did you really just consider that?
"Hey, aren't you meant to be up front?" You stammered slightly. "Not that I mind you being back here of course!"
"Oh they won't mind I'm sure, anyway it's much more fun back here with you than with that rowdy bunch over there." He laughed and sidled closer to you, just the armrest snugly fitting between you. You swallowed quickly. "So um.. About that date..." You bit the inner of your cheek slightly at the forwardness. Misha didn't seem to mind, "Why do you think I came back here?" He raised an arm and from around the corner a hand with a bottle of wine appeared and he smirked as he took the bottle and It snuck back. "Thank you miss." You raised a brow, had he paid off a flight attendant to give him wine? Of course he had.
tray tables down he then pulled out two glass from behind him and poured the glasses both half full, handing one to you.
"For you my dear." He grinned and took a sip of his own red wine, lips curving around the glass. You exhaled slowly, enjoying every second of it and took a sip of the wine. You'd almost have thought this was too fancy for Misha until you tasted it. "Kool aid? Really?" You burst out laughing. Kool aid that looked like red wine? Hell damn he was good. You talked for a while about what was going to happen after you landed. Drinking your Kool aid wine you giggled slightly as Misha mentioned a sleepover month at his house, then you realised he was fully serious. "Stay with you? What about the kids?"
"Oh please! They'll love having you around, they've been lonely since ..." His face softened slightly. You had almost forgotten but how could you when it had been Misha's own personal hell for the past two years since she died. His wife.
"I'm sorry Misha, I shouldn't be intruding like that. I appreciate it really but-"
"No buts, you're staying." He was smiling again like he hadn't noticed the fact that his wife dying during Maison's birth had been brought into topic with his new date. You felt a little awkward but you nodded, even if staying just made him feel better you needed a place to live anyway. You smiled half heartedly and agreed on staying. Misha's face lit up happily and you felt the mood lift again as he clinked glasses with you. "Deal." The plane slowly started to descend and the flight attendant came back and put your tray tables up, slipping the bottle over Kool aid wine away from Misha with a wink and a laugh.
"Well, I better head back to my seat. I'll see you when we land?" He smiled widely and you admired the rugged cas-like features he was flaunting at the moment. Really sticking to his character. You smiled back and nodded, "Sure thing... And Mish? Thanks for a fantastic date." You grinned sheepishly and he looked at you for a moment with a curious gaze. "You really are something different." He murmured softly before he lent in and gave your lips a chaste kiss and darted back to his seat with a gleam in his bright blue eyes. You felt giddy and your face felt warm as you leant back in your seat, smiling at the darkened window. This was definitely going to be an interesting month.