An Interview With BC

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Chapter 9

It always looked so exciting, extremely interesting, the many faces, the different stories and headlines. You walk into a store and there are hundreds of papers, magazines, books, filled with stories desired to be read. No one actually thinks about wether they are true or not, it doesn't matter, as long as they fill your time at the dentist, the hairdresser or your coffee break.

I never imagined myself in such a situation, people calling 24/7 during the whole day, never going outside the apartment and most importantly, having to see my own face everywhere. Right after it happened, we didn't talk, I rushed home, without any hesitation, locked the door and closed the curtains.

Somehow I forgot during the night, but when I got up in the morning, looking at my newspaper online, it hit me. All sorts of headlines and statements were shown on every website, every twitter post and facebook status update.

"Cumberbatch has found 'the one'!" ; "The new Mrs. Holmes?" ; "A new catch for 'the Batch'!"

On the next day, the phone started to ring, every minute. Somehow some press guy had found out where I worked and got my phone number from there. It was like hell, they invented stories about me which weren't even close to the truth. Someone wrote that I was a hooker, who Cumberbatch supported through money because I was carrying his unborn child. It was crazy, insane and creepy but most of the time it was frustrating. It was like a sign from God that we just shouldn't be together, showing it the hard way.

I stayed in my apartment for three days, thankfully I could work from home, which was a huge advantage of my job. The story about 'Frenchy – The only living Superhero' in the US, trying to catch thieves with swords made out of baguette, which I chose because it was the least related story to the show business, laid finished on my kitchen table. Never going out of my house had turned me into a complete cat lady, without cats. I only wore old sweatpants with shirts who were full of spaghetti sauce and pulled my hair up into a bun. I could certainly say that I've never looked more unpleasant in my life.

When it knocked on the door, I almost fell over my couch, trying to get a better connection to the wireless-LAN from my neighbors the Carters. They were a couple with a son, who I used to babysit when he was younger. Nate had turned 15 this spring and still hangs out at my place sometimes, when his parents annoy him and mostly because the WIFI connection in my living room is much better than in his own.

Carefully I peeked through the spy and only saw a figure covered in a black hoodie. What else could happen? I was humiliated in the press, so there wasn't really anything else that could happen to me. If this person was a newsagent I would just shut the door and leave him with his weird stories. So I opened the door and tried to look as frightening as possible.

"Can I help you?" I asked determining.

The person started giggling. "You sure look creepy as hell, I tell you."

I started to join in, the laugh was familiar. "What are you doing here? You don't want me to ruin your life."

"It's already ruined, they found out were I lived quite quickly. Didn't expect those press people to be so witty. Are you okay? I mean, the whole story was quite crazy."

I turned around, looking for some paparazzi, but I couldn't spot any.

"Please come in Jane. I don't want to raise any attention."

We sat down for a cup of coffee and I told her everything, from the failed interview to Richard Armitage and the closet excursion. From the fire escape to the paparazzi until now, I told her about how I felt and how I just can't seem to let myself go and find someone I like, since Sebastian.

She didn't interrupt one time, somehow she knew that I hadn't told anyone for a long time.

"Did he call? Or got in touch, after what happened?" She asked.

I shook my head slowly. "No, I think he is better off without me. I'm not one of those fancy movie stars, I don't get their world, you know?"

"Don't say something like that. You're probably the best that ever happened to him and if you ask me, he could use some off time from that fancy life. He definitely is an arrogant asshole, but anyways, you should decide whats best for you." She replied.

Jane stayed until it was dark and left after her husband called her on the phone. "Call me if you need anything, grocery's or whatever, alright? You do you and I will call Mike and we'll make an arrangement until this has calmed down. I will see you soon. Keep safe."

Thankfully I wrapped my arms around her and told her to greet her family. As she went out of the door and closed it, I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it in the corner on a pile of dirty laundry. Right when I was just about to step into the shower, it knocked again.

Jane had probably forgotten something, so I rushed to the door and opened it without looking who it was, turned around and walked back to the bathroom. "Just grab it, I think you forgot your scarf, its in the kitchen, right next to the fridge."

A deep voice answered. "That's a nice way to welcome me."

I freezed. Immediately. I heard that voice before, a thousand times. Slowly, I turned around and stared into the cat green and ocean blue mix of so called 'eyes', trying to catch my breath again.

"What in heaven's sake are you doing here?"

He frowned. "Well, there are a lot of different ways to describe my visit to an old friend."

I laughed hysterically. "An 'old friend'? It that what you told the press? That I'm an old friend?"

Taking of his black beanie, I could see his slightly curly hair falling into his forehead.

"That's not how I meant it. It's a bit more complicated ,you know."

"No. It's not complicated. You are complicated." My voice started to reach a higher level. "And arrogant, you think everything is about you. How do you think did I live with all that horrifying attention? I couldn't leave my house, the only thing I can do is to search myself on the internet, trying not to go crazy about stuff they're writing."

Cumberbatch tried to smile. "But you know it's not true, the things they write."

"You think I don't know?" I screamed. "But do you think I like it, when people are calling me in the night, asking me about you? Terrible questions, things I wouldn't tell anyone on this planet. I don't know if you're just numb from that 'fame', but I still have things I keep sacred in my heart and I don't show them around. I got humiliated as a slut, who stole you away from someone I've never even heard of. And I don't want that, having to sneak around, having to be careful so nobody catches a glimpse of us."

Suddenly he started to ruffle through his hair and started to breath heavily. "Do you think I like it? I didn't choose to be in the position I am now. But unfortunately the job I love the most, comes with it. Nobody ever pushed you into this, you know you wanted this as much as I did. So don't tell me I am numb, I may be more used to those people, but that doesn't mean I don't go crazy about their stories or fear them less. But that is exactly the reason why I liked to be with you. There is a certain aura around you, which makes me feel like I'm a normal guy. It's how you talk to me and the way you treat me without any cautiousness."

He stood there, wet from the rain, dripping on the wooden floor and me in front of him, squeezing my towel tighter around my body.

His face turned serious. "All I want to be, all I ever want to be, is somebody to you. No one else, it's you. And I'm starting to realize, it has been you, all that time."

The words wandered through my mind. It was so hard to open up to somebody for me and then he comes along and for the first time in forever I have a desire to speak to him.

"I want to wake up every morning, seeing you staring back at me. Don't think it's a bad idea to let go, I know it's hard and it will get tough, I can promise that. But I can't live another second, knowing that I haven't tried it." He continued.

Slowly I took a step forward, looking up at him. Cumberbatch gasped and tried to see in my eyes, if I was trying to slap him or do something else.

I opened his jacket, let it slide down his broad shoulders. Taking his hand, leading him towards the bedroom. We didn't say anything, we didn't have to, we both understood.

His big hands felt good, tracing every line on my body, sliding up and down. Pulling up his shirt and down his pants, I gently kissed his lips, careful without hesitation. He tensed and pulled me closer to his body. I could feel him getting impatient, pushing me against the wall. We were both in our underwear and the room filled itself with sparks ready to explode. Feeling him so close to me, took me to another world.

"I'll be gently." I said. Smiling beside his ears. He laughed. "Remember what I promised? So you don't have to try."

He pressed is lips on mine, aggressively, restraining my responds. The familiar taste of his lips turned me on more and more. Kissing my jar line, tracing the way down to my collarbone and my breasts, he giggled. "What?" I asked, afraid.

"You got goosebumps all over your neck." He answered excited.

I sighed. "Yeah, so?"

Suddenly he buried his head between my neck and my shoulder. "I just never had that affect on someone, it's wonderful."

"You're crazy, you weirdo." I whispered.

Without hesitation, we took of what was left and climbed into the bed.

And it was better, better than the time in the closet or every time I ever experienced.

Firstly he moved slowly, gently and easy, building us up to the peak. When he got quicker, more energetic, I pulled him closer, drowning his breath catching in my kisses. Our body sticked together like some glue, never letting to much time run without pressing themselves together.

It was like poison in my veins. Lightning shooting through my body. I drowned in his deep sea and he rose up into my sky.

I felt infinite.

Somehow my hand on his chest was his hand and his eyes closed as I fell asleep.