Ben's Love xx

by xJeff.Benx

It was Ben Drowned's birthday and you have been together for 5 years. Your present to him is pretty steamy and romantic. [Sorry if it's short or bad, it's my first fanficiton]

You've been together for 5 years now. It was the day of his birthday. You sat in the living room, waiting for him. He opened the front door.

You get up and hug him, "Happy Birthday." He smiles as you stare into his dark eyes.

And as you stare at him, you realize how long you've been together. He smiles, "Sorry I was late, busy killing people on their computers." You laugh. He smiles, "I… I love you (name)." You gasp, "I love you too Ben." He kisses you, you feel his soul less lips touch yours, his lips made you happy that you weren't the only one dead. You let go gently and stare into his eyes. He leans in closer. His cold finger touches your lips.

You look down. He picks up your face, cupping it in his hand. He whispers in your ear, "You're the best present." You bite your lip, "You too." He grabs your hand and gently sets you down on the couch. You caress his hand, then his neck. He grabs your neck and kisses you fiercely. Your lips locked, as if a puzzle was solved. He gets on top of you, touching your neck, then your shirt. He feels your bra strap. You tense up. He gently takes off your shirt, then he unbuttons your bra, then your pants. He gropes your breasts. You tense even more. He looks down at you, getting closer to your face, even closer. He smiles, "You're my love. My present, the best thing in the world." You ease up, and think about the first time you met, it was a dark rainy day on the streets, the moon was red and you saw his blonde hair, he turned around and smiled, then eventually you ended up kissing, you look at this day, then smile. Then, you push him against the couch and get on top of him, unbuttoning his moss green shirt. Then his pants. You sit on top of him, "I love you too. You are the only thing left in my dead world." He touches your waist, then your thighs. You pull off your underwear. He grabs your waist and pulls you against the couch. He gets closer, then closer. He pulls you up on him. You groan as he starts to get inside. Then, he goes quicker, you groan even louder. He breaths heavily, then he's going so fast you can hardly stop yelling, or groaning. Then he stops slowly, "I'm going to…" You smile at him. The white squirts out as it sprinkles over you. You take a breather and hug him, laying there with him on the couch. He smiles, "Now wasn't that a birthday present." You laugh.