After recording had finished, Mark waited around until he was sure most people but me had left and then made his way to my dressing room.
"Hey," he walked in. "You're still here? I thought everyone had gone."
"But you," I smiled.
"I was leaving and noticed Lauren leaving by herself so I gathered you were still here."
"She left?" She actually had left, knowing only me and Mark were left there.
"Err yeah, you didn't know? Do you want me to give you a ride home?" he offered.
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks Mark," I sat down to put on my trainers. "I decided to take a shower before leaving and boy did I need it."
I leant back on the sofa, stretching, and groaned; Mark was drawn to me by the groaning sound and sat next to me.
"You could have invited me, I wouldn't have hesitated to wash your back."
"No, I don't doubt that for a second and that's why I didn't ask you," I laughed.
"How about Misha then?"
I scowled at him.
"And I can wash your front," Mark leant over and used his right hand to hover over my chest and stomach. I looked at his hand and when I looked back at Mark, he wiggled his eyebrows at me and when I laughed and didn't object, he took this as permission to go ahead.
He put his hand down and made contact on my chest.
I kept eye contact with him as his hand moved up to my neck and pulled me closer, leaning in himself. I closed my eyes when I felt my breath and took a deep breath in as his lips pressed against mine.
At first Mark kissed me gently, his lips warm and soft but it wasn't long before the fireworks exploded all over my body. I returned his kiss and everything I wanted to put into the kissing scene, I put into kissing him as my hands found their way to his waist and shoulder.
Mark ran his tongue over my bottom lip, requesting access and the moment I granted it, things heated up; he ran his hands down from my neck to my bum and squeezed softly. I didn't need any encouragement, I threw myself into a roll and straddled him. Mark moaned into the kiss and pulled me closer to him, close enough that I could feel his erection straining against his jeans.
"Oh, Mark," I moaned as I kissed his chin and towards his ear; I loved the stubble. As I did this, Mark brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck, nipping and sucking, making me grab his hair and tug it gently.
"Agh," Mark gasped and bit my neck. He squeezed my bum again and turned me round, laying me on the sofa, placing himself on top of me. Moving his lips back to mine, his kiss was full of passion and need. He shifted a little and ground his rock hard cock against my burning core. "Oh, oh," I gasped and ground back. As I did, Mark had his hand moving up my thigh.
"Higher," I panted and ground my hips in a circle again. Mark moved to the side and I pouted, missing the contact.
"Ssh," he whispered and moved his thumb in a circle against my jeans over my clit.
"Mark, fucking hell," I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"You're wet, I can feel it through your jeans," Mark said as he nipped my ear.
I moved my hands to his waist and started undoing the button on his jeans but he stopped me with his other hand.
"What's wrong?" I looked up, worried I'd done something.
"Nothing but . . ." Mark sat up. "There's still a triangle. Can you tell me you want me more than Misha?"
I put my feet on the floor and looked at them. "I don't want either of you more than the other."
"I'm sorry but I can't do this until I know I'm the only one you want; I really want you."
We both looked at his trousers and I laughed. "I can see. I'm sorry Mark."
"It's not your fault, two guys throwing themselves at you, of course you're going to be finding it hard. I just hope it works in my favour," he cuddled me.
"So do I, he is married," I paused. "I thought you was too?"
"No, not for six months, it's not widely know though," Mark held my hand. "It's been hard, but it's looking up."
I looked at our hands as he squeezed mine and then pulled it away.
"Come on, I'll take you home." I put on my trainers and followed him to the car.
After that night, I was sure it was Mark I wanted, but as I fell asleep, it was Misha's face that I saw. "I've been waiting for you all night."
He was using his Castiel voice and my skin tingled all over with goosebumps; my eyes wondered over his muscley, naked body.
"Don't keep me waiting," Misha rubbed the space next to him. I sat on the bed and started to undo the button on my trousers.
"No, that's for me to do," he pulled me back onto the bed and knelt over me as he pulled my trousers down. When they were off, Misha threw them over his shoulder and moved up my legs, kissing them. He carried on, passing my stomach and taking my t-shirt with him. When my t-shirt was off, instead of kissing me, he moved back down to my legs and pulled my pants down over my knees and onto the floor. He pushed my knees up and kissed my thighs, heading toward my burning centre
"Ah!" I cried and my hips flexed forward as his flicked me with his tongue.
*Ring Ring* "
Leave it," he mumbled, his voice making his mouth vibrate on my clit.
"I'll turn it off," I said and rolled over to get my phone. As I did, I woke up, reaching for my alarm clock.
"Nooo," I said aloud and looked toward the end of the bed. "Misha?"
My bed and my bedroom was empty; I rubbed my face.
"Foreplay with Mark and dream foreplay with Misha. I am so screwed," I muttered and got out of bed.
After a shower and breakfast, I headed outside to Lauren's waiting car.
"Good morning," she said, bubbly and annoying.
"Hmm," I grumbled.
"Maybe not then. Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?" She moved my hair back.
"You've got a bruise on your neck, it looks a little bit like a love bite."
"What?" My eyes widened and I flicked down the mirror on the visor. There on my neck was a red mark that did in fact look like a love bite.
"Oh my god! You have got to be kidding!"
"It is a love bite isn't it," Lauren tried to get another look but I slapped my hand over it and looked at her guiltily
"Who did it? Who's been sucking on you?"
I stayed quiet as she carried on driving.
"Come on, you can't just not tell me," she nagged.
"Mark," I muttered, quietly.
"Who?"
"Mark!" I said, louder.
Lauren's eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "Are you serious? Mark as in Mark Sheppard?" "No, I'm joking, I pinched myself," I said sarcastically, pulling my hand away and pointed to my neck.
"Well, come on and give me the details then."
"I had a shower last night after the last scene-"
"And he walked in," she interrupted.
"Do you wanna hear nwhat happened or not?"
"Sorry."
"So, I had a shower and he as he was leaving and saw you leave so he guessed I was still here and he came to find me. . I was sat on the sofa and he sat next to me, joking about washing my front in the shower and eye contact led to skin contact," I shrugged.
"You are not leaving it like that, tell me what happened, how you got the love bite," Lauren ordered, pulling into the studio car park.
"We . . .how do the Americans say it, we made out and I sat on his lap and that's when he bit me," I told her.
"Is that it?"
"He flipped us over and pinned me to the sofa for some . . .dry humping I think they call it. And let me tell you something, he said he was good at fucking, remember? Well, I don't know about that but he can work wonders through denim," I giggled.
"Really? He flicked your bean?"
"Through my jeans, yeah, but when I tried to undo his trousers, he stopped me and pulled away."
"Why?" Lauren asked with a sympathetic voice.
"He said he doesn't want to do anything while I still want Misha as well," I sighed.
"I guess that's only fair."
"So what happens now?"
"I have to try and choose one."
"Any idea which one you like the most? I mean, do you like one more than the other?"
"Well, last night, I thought Mark but when I went to sleep I had this dream about Misha, a really vivid dream, so vivid that when I woke up I called his name cos I thought he actually spent the night."
"Whoa," she raised her eyebrows.
"I know," I raised my knees up and rested my head on them. "What am I going to do?"
"See if Misha makes a move, if not choose Mark. If Misha does carry on flirting though, you wanna ask him what he wants, he is a married man after all," Lauren advised.
"Are you going to stay in there all day?" Mark opened my door. "All curled up and sulking cos you can't have me."
I got out of the car and faced him to see he was in costume. "Crowley," I joked.
"You better hurry up darlin', we've got a deal to make," he played along.
"I . . .a deal?"
"I'm just joking, I thought you might want to kiss me," Mark leaned close and whispered. "Again."
"You're the one who stopped it," I pulled his tie.
"I know, and right now I really am regretting it."
"Good morning gorgeous," Misha appeared beside me and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Morning angel," I giggled.
Lauren stood behind us and rolled her eyes, making Mark bite his lip to stop from laughing. "Ain't you supposed to be in costume?" I pulled his shirt.
"Speak for yourself," he squeezed me.
"Anyway, lets go and you can help me pull my trousers down." Misha walked away from me backwards, beckoning me with his finger.
"Down? I'd rather pull them up . . .if I have to pull them at all," I joked.
"Up, down, it's your choice but you better be quick before I change my mind," he grabbed my hand and pulled.
As I move forward, he moved behind me and pushed. "Quicker, come on."
I rolled my eyes and started to run and he ran after me, laughing.
Inside, I went into my dressing room and Misha followed. "So, do you want to pull them up then?"
He pulled his trousers down and stood there in his boxers.
"Oh my god! What are you doing?" I covered my eyes and turned my back on him.
"Just letting you know how to pull my trousers off, now, do you want too pull them up like you offered?"
"No."
"Okay," he laughed and I heard the zip and turned round to see Misha laughing; his smile sent chills up my spine. I smiled back and he come over to me.
"I love seeing you smile, I am guessing it's hard for you, from what I made out when we first met each other."
"Misha," I put my hands on his chest.
Misha nodded. "I'm going to go and get changed, I'll see you on set."
"I'll look forward to it," I flirted.
Misha gave me a kiss on the cheek and left me there, staring at the door after he left.
While he had gone to get changed, I went looking for Mark.
"Looking for someone?" Mark asked when I found him.
"I found him and now I am gonna tell him off," I pointed my finger at him.
"Oh really? Can I have a smack on the bum?" he winked.
"You can have a smack round the head."
"You naughty girl, why would you want to do that?" I pulled my hair back to reveal the love bite.
Mark burst out laughing. "Oops."
"Oops?! Oops?! That's it?" I walked up to him.
"How about you give me one back then?" He slid his hands round my waist.
"Would you let me?"
Mark paused and took a step back. "Maybe not."
I pouted and he just stroked my face.
"I'll see you later, darlin'."
After my scene was finished, I headed over to Misha's dressing room as Mark and Lauren were both recording.
"Hey beautiful," he said when I came in. "Welcome to heaven where I can make all your dreams come true. I can do anything."
"Can you make the decision of choosing between you and Mark any easier?" I dropped onto the sofa.
"I can try, remember I can do this." I looked at Mark and he folded his tongue up. I burst out laughing. "Oh boy."
"I prefer to call myself a man."
"Oh, you're all man alright."
"Ah yes, I remember you calling me hot, good looking and sexy," he moved closer with each word. I held my breath but relaxed when he just held my hand.
"Misha, do you think we could go out for a drink tonight? Just to talk?" I asked.
"Sure, after work?" I nodded.
"No problem," Misha said and kissed my cheek again.
"I'm going to go now," I pointed over my shoulder.
"Okay, I'll see you later." I nodded again and left.