FREEBATCH FIC.
Martins Perspective.
"Are you ready boys?" I hear Moffatt yell from behind the camera. I nod and ball up my fists, ringing them profusely, getting into character. Benedict stands up from his chair and walks over to me, smiling. After a few minutes of silent murmurs, we're both ready. We were both nervous about this particular scene but Benedict joked around with it. No big deal. Right? "Ready, and, action!" Ben moves closer to me and I shift my feet, looking down. "Sherlock." I rasp out, looking back up at him. He is inches away now. I raise my hand up and pull him down by the neck. He resists and I jump to meet his lips. Ben starts giggling and puts his fingers up to his mouth. "You arse." I say, hiding a smile myself. Everyone erupts into laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Again?" Benedict says through laughter struck tears. He wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath, becoming serious again. "Ready? Set. Action!" I take a step closer to him and his eyes trail over my body. "Sherlock." I say again, this time it being a little more heartfelt. He leans down and as soon as our lips meet he starts giggling. I throw my hands up, exasperated and that makes him laugh harder. This goes on two more times before I give up and sit down in my chair. He laughs until he can't breathe and then he finally calms down a little. "You ready?" I ask, knowing he wasn't. But I wasn't complaining. Kissing him over and over again was definitely okay with me. I've always had feelings for Benedict, I've just never been able to express them. He nods but then cracks up again. I was also okay with this. Watching his perfect laugh was exhilarating. Finally he stood up and straightened his clothes out. Taking a deep breath, he smiled and held a hand out to me. "I'm ready." I cocked an eyebrow up at him and gave him a look of uncertainty. "Really. I'm ready." I took his hand and he pulled me up. We got back in our positions and again we stated. "Sherlock." I say moving closer. I'm going to make the most of this. Because this will be the only time i'll ever get to kiss Benedict Cumberbatch. I leaned up and ran one of my hands through his curls. His expression softened and a wave ran through my body. I pulled him down and kissed him softly but as I was about to pull away Benedict slid his tongue into my mouth slowly and outlined the inside of my lips. I silently whimpered and wrapped my other arm around his waist. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me with urgency. It grew more and more intense. It was going on much longer than it needed to. But neither of us stopped. "Cut!" Ben didn't move his lips away from mine. I grazed his tongue with mine. "Uh, guys, you can stop now!" He and I both pulled away, realizing our surroundings, and gasped for air. I moved my hand to my lips and looked at Benedict. He was already looking back at me with searching eyes. He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. "Right. Uh." He said, flustered. I couldn't help but smile. I turned towards everyone else and nodded. "We get it? Are we good?" Everyone nodded, not being able to speak. "Well then I should get going. See you all tomorrow?" Steven had a grin on his face as he handed me my script. "Yeah. Get some rest. Both of you. See you tomorrow." I grabbed my coat and walked off set and into the rain. My God.