Wonders: Another BenXGwen novel
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Shopping was never really one of Ben's things. If you were to ask him three years ago if he would go to a mall to shop, to just shop, and he'd rather battle a horde of aliens instead. But now strange enough as it was, Ben never protested to follow Gwen shopping around.
Why?
Well, over time Ben began to think less about how aggravating it was to tail her along, and more on how she looked beautiful with every different outfit she tried on. The last time they went shopping, Gwen asked for Ben's opinion on how she looked like in a bikini. He was hoping this time he'd be just as lucky.
"Ben, hurry up!" Gwen said as Ben shook his head. He hated whenever his mind wandered off like that.
Grandpa Max was back in the RV taking a quick nap, he had been driving for most of the night, so both cousins were once again free to go about their business by themselves.
And Ben wouldn't have it any other way.
"How do I look in this?" Gwen asked, wearing a rather cute green shirt. Ben could only give an honest answer.
"It matches your eyes," he said. Gwen couldn't help but look at him with a quizzed look.
"That's the same thing you said about that green dress I bought last week," Gwen said with an arched eyebrow.
"Yeah, well anything green matches your eyes," Ben replied as he crossed his arms.
"So does that mean that this one's nice on me or what, Ben?" Gwen she asked, growing steadily annoyed as he turned around.
Anything would look good on you, Gwen…Ben thought with a wry smile.
"Yeah, it looks good on you," he simply replied, hiding his smile as Gwen turned around.
"Thanks, now lemme pull this one off and change back," she said, tugging half the shirt off her body before closing the changing room door. Ben could've sworn he saw Gwen's bra line. He then let his silly grin appear as he leaned back and wondered how it would be like to see Gwen in just her bare underwear, or lesser.
Sometimes Ben just loved how his hormones worked. Maybe there was an added bonus to this shopping trip afterall.
"Gwen? Are you changing?" Ben asked in the most nonchalant tone he could pull off.
"Yeah. Could you gimme a minute? I can't seem to get my bra to hook on," Gwen said, sounding a little ticked-off at the end. Ben couldn't help but smile ridiculously at Gwen's blurted blunder. Oh thank you, God.
"Gwen? I'm gonna head to the bathroom for a moment, 'kay?" Ben asked, already browsing through the Omnitrix's list of aliens. He knew what he did was wrong, but compared to all the right things he did; he reckoned that both needed a little…balance.
"Yeah, okay. I'll be by the jeans section by the time you're back," Gwen plainly replied, still in the dressing room. Ben could still hear the impatient grunts and clicked annoyances from Gwen.
Sneaking into the farthest dressing room possible, Ben then slammed the Omnitrix dial down, turning into the miniscule Grey Matter.
"Sorry Gwen, but a guy's got needs," he said in his high-pitched voice as he leapt from empty room to empty room. He was extremely grateful for the fact that Gwen was the only one occupying a dressing room.
As soon as he reached the wall separating him from Gwen, Ben then peeked gently, thankful that Grey Matter's field of vision was the best among his aliens, that is, next to Eye Guy's.
Gwen was facing away from Ben, fumbling with her pink bra strap that couldn't seem to lock together. "Damn strap…strap on already!" Gwen hissed.
Ben gulped as he saw Gwen continue to struggle around in nothing save her half put-on bra and her white pants.
Please let it fall off…Ben prayed. He knew God wouldn't grant him that kind of wish, but where was the harm in trying?
Gwen then turned around, and Ben almost lost control of his grip.
The bra's fabric hardly clung on to her, threatening to fall off with little to no warning as Gwen continued to connect the strap that she just verbally swore against.
Ben could see a lot of her chest valley, and the general outline of her breasts was an added bonus. This-is-priceless! Ben thought happily as he felt his grip getting slack.
He then gleefully continued to peek until Gwen groaned and turned her back on Ben, throwing the bra aside. Ben almost squealed with joy at seeing Gwen with her bare, flawless back as she bent over to take up her blue t-shirt and put it on.
Hang on…she's ditching the whole thing altogether? Ben thought to himself. Is this a divine reward for all my good deeds?
Ben then leapt out towards the last dressing room, slamming the Omnitrix symbol to turn him back to Ben. Switching between aliens and timing it out by himself altogether was one of the few things Ben learned from having the Omnitrix for 3 years.
He then dashed out of the rooms, leaning against the wall next to Gwen's dressing room. She came out seconds later, noticing Ben was quite out-of-breath.
"You ran all the way back to meet up with me?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. Ben only nodded as he offered to take the clothes for Gwen. She only smiled as she handed Ben the clothes, then beckoning him to come along.
As Ben trailed his orange-haired cousin, he tried his best to see her bra line. It was honestly rather obvious whenever she wore this particular t-shirt.
And here was the problem. It wasn't there.
She reallydidn't put it on! Ben gasped in the realms of his mind as he almost dropped the pile of clothes he so faithfully volunteered to carry.
He tried rummaging the pile of clothes to find that light pink bra Gwen wore earlier. He found it amongst the pile, and stole a quick sniff at it. Ben never smelt anything so divine before. He was almost intoxicated by the mere whiff of the lavender-scented bra.
Gwen's skin smells like this…Ben thought, clutching onto the bra.
"Ben? Hurry up, I wanna pay for all of this," Gwen said, derailing his train of thought once more.
"What about the jeans department?" Ben asked, moving on to stand mere inches from her.
"Ben Tennyson, are you actually asking me about more clothes shopping?" Gwen asked, half laughing.
Ben only shrugged as his face turned pink. He was halfway hoping her underwear would be having problems next if she tried on some jeans.
"Well, I'm beginning not to mind shopping around with you, so…" he said honestly.
It was now Gwen's turn to turn pink as she heard Ben confess. It didn't mean much, but she felt Ben was being rather sweet at that comment.
"Thanks Ben," she replied, smiling sweetly as she moved on to grab clothes-after-clothes form Ben to hand up to the cashier.
After summing it up and paying for them, Gwen the looked at Ben sweetly as she handed 2 of the 4 bags she was currently holding.
Ben, who was still pink all this while, only frowned slightly at Gwen as he took those 2 bags from her. He didn't mind to carry them, but he was beginning to think she was taking him for granted.
"Thank you Ben~" Gwen sang as her sweet red lips curved into a luscious smile, and all was forgiven.
"Now c'mon, let's get back so we can get going. I don't wanna miss the trip to the Museum of Natural Science later this evening!" Gwen said excitedly as she pulled Ben along.
Gwen was the geekiest girl Ben knew. Ever. And yet she was hottest girl Ben knew. Life was good.
Ben was amazed how Gwen –as collective and smart as she was- could sometimes fall prey to simple things like forgetfulness, or just being plain blur at times.
She was heavily anticipating for the trip to the museum, so-much-so until she actually forgot to put another pair of bras on when they were in the RV.
So there Ben was, eying Gwen's every movement as she walked excitedly from one exhibit to another, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly with each skip she took. He was thankful that no one else knew about this fact, not even Grandpa Max, who was still observing a meteor exhibit.
"Y'know, this looks like the one me and a couple of Plumbers found near Yosemite back in '78," he said, rubbing his chin.
"How'd you know that, Grandpa?" Ben asked, looking at the rock. He needed to take his eyes of Gwen for a moment. His pants were already getting uncomfortable.
"See how that end makes it look like a dolphin's tail?" Grandpa Max asked, pointing to one point. Ben understood what his grandfather meant, and laughed lightly with him for a few seconds.
"Okay, I'm gonna leave you 2 to your fun while I get a drink at the café nearby, 'kay?" Grandpa Max said.
More alone-time for me and Gwen? Sure thing, man!
"Sure, Grandpa. I'll call you if anything goes wrong," Ben said, trying his best to not smile. The wizened man only smiled as he waved Ben goodbye. Gwen was too busy engrossing herself with the exhibits to notice, but that only played out to Ben's advantage even more.
He then moved forward to tap Gwen gently on the shoulder, snapping her out of a daze she had over a rather intricate diagram of the Everest Mountains.
"Hmm?" she asked, turning around.
"Grandpa Max went to get a drink by the café outside. He's gonna take awhile, so we're both by ourselves," Ben said.
"Oh? Then you'll have to stick with me, Ben. I left my phone back in the RV," Gwen said, looking back at the diagram.
Ben only mumbled his reply as he observed Gwen. She was totally engrossed with the diagram until she couldn't see him just staring at her, observing her instead.
{A/N: I suggest you listen to this song from Youtube called A Sad piano song from Japan 4 while reading the next lines below. It suits the mood. Oh, and please read slowly while listening to it.}
Everything Ben saw in her was beautiful. The way her auburn hair cascaded down, adorning her with a permanent sunset, the way her rose-red lips curved upwards as she concentrated on the diagram, the sparkle in her eyes…
Never had Ben seen such a beautiful girl. Never had the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with has been someone so unattainable. Ben felt torn, right there and then.
Would she ever want him? Would she ever feel the same way? He felt that sudden twang of utter pain hitting his heart as he looked away.
Why was it such a sin to love her? Why was it so wrong? Ben then slowly began to walk off towards a bench, facing away from her.
As he sat, he gazed wistfully upon Gwen, then looked away once more, and was utterly shocked when a single stray tear flowed from his eye. Before he even began to wipe it off, more tears came. And more.
Ben did what he could to stop himself from crying uncontrollably. He didn't want to make a scene out of things, eventhough that hall was particularly empty, save for the 2 cousins.
But Gwen heard the small choke coming from Ben's direction, and she abandoned the diagram altogether as she made her way to him.
"Ben? What's wrong?" she asked, noticing Ben was covering his head in his hands. She knelt down as he stiffened up. She hasn't even touched him yet!
"Ben?" she asked further, reaching to stroke his fine brown hair. She made contact, and he stiffened further still. Wary that he may push her hand away, Gwen then laid her hand still for the moment. He didn't react.
Knowing it was now safe, Gwen then stroked his hair softly, her other hand working up the courage to take his hands away to see what's wrong.
"Ben, you can tell me what's wrong, you know," she said soothingly, before pulling him into an embrace.
Ben's eyes opened in utter shock. Gwen was actually hugging him?
"It's ok, Ben. You can tell me what happened," she said, wrapping both arms around him. Ben couldn't figure out if Gwen was hugging him just to comfort him, or was there another reason?
"Does it have anything to do with the hero business?" Gwen asked on a lighter note.
Oh, so that's what she thinks it's all about…
"Y-Yeah, it does," Ben said softly as he wrapped his arms around Gwen. It was a downright lie, but if it was the only thing he could do to continue holding on to Gwen like this, he'd have lied about anything gladly.
"Well, you know that I'm always here for you, right?" Gwen said, truly enjoying the warmth of Ben's embrace against her own.
She actually felt so ashamed for taking advantage of poor Ben like this, when he was in a hurt situation.
It was ironic as Ben was feeling the same way, ashamed at the fact that he's taking advantage of Gwen's comforting actions towards him.
"Thanks Gwen…" Ben muttered, stroking her hair. Gwen almost laughed at him. Wasn't she supposed to be the one who did that?
"Feeling better now?" she asked, budging Ben slightly away from her to look him in the eye.
"Y-Yeah, I am…" Ben said softly. Gwen then did something Ben would have never thought of. She put her forehead right on his, their noses brushing each other's, and their lips mere centimeters away.
"Now don't go all emo again, 'kay?" she asked softly. Ben found it so hard to breath, trying to pace his inhales and exhales again. This was the closest he had ever been to Gwen with both of them not protesting about it. And Gwen didn't mind it either.
Oh God, please don't let him wanna move away…she prayed, remaining in the same position for another few seconds.
Wha-? What is she thinking? Ben thought in his mind, thinking this was too good to be true. Was she teasing him again? For a second Ben thought this was some kind of extreme version of a stare-off.
Then he decided he could have a little more fun out of this as well.
In one swift move, Ben then wrapped his arms firmly around Gwen's back, holding them together in a tighter embrace.
Gwen gasped in shock at Ben's sudden actions, but she couldn't find it within herself to break free. Only then did she realize her blunder. Oh crap, I'm not wearing a bra!
Ben already knew that, and was taking full advantage of this situation right here, and right now.
He further tightened the embrace, making Gwen let out an involuntary moan. Her breasts were now practically rubbing against Ben's chest, save for the 2 thin pieces of clothing that was in the way. And the felling of Ben's strong arms against her almost bare back did not help in that situation.
Ben could feel them. The soft, yet so firm presence of Gwen's mounds against his chest drove him wild. With one hand he stroked her back, making Gwen arch herself further into Ben. It wasn't a good decision, as it only sandwiched Gwen further.
This time, she gasped out fully, Ben almost losing it from hearing her faint, melodious voice. "B-Ben!" she said, feebly trying to escape. "What are you doing?"
"What? Can't I just hug you in thanks?" Ben replied, hiding the mischievous expression by putting his cheek next to Gwen's. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew Gwen was turning red.
Wait, he doesn't know what he's doing? I should tell him…WAIT! If I do that, then that'll mean he'll know that I'm bra-less right now!
"Gwen? Something the matter?" Ben asked with an evil smirk, Gwen squirming and twitching against his grip. Since Ben was still sitting on the bench when he embraced Gwen, so when he leaned back, it forced her to ride up on top of him to gain support. Because of that, Gwen's hips were now locked with Ben's, almost all of their skins now in contact with each other.
Knowing this, Ben then lowered one of his hands to pull her lower half closer to him, making Gwen stifle her squeal.
Is he really that oblivious to this? Gwen thought doubtfully.
Her thoughts began to wander to territories she knew were forbidden. She was a smart girl, and she knew what sex was about, in as far as her knowledge served, she was 'riding him' at this point.
Oh no, oh-no oh-no oh-no! Gwen thought in her mind, which was beginning to cloud with such obscene things.
Gwen wished she was rid of her meddlesome clothes right now, and that the same was for Ben, too. Her hormones were working on overtime, pumping pure lust into her veins as she desperately wanted to kiss her cousin there and then, and make him hers to do whatever she pleased.
All those barriers that held her back, all those thoughts of how cousin love was wrong, all of them, she couldn't give a damn any longer. She wanted Ben right now. She didn't care that they were both just 13. It couldn't have mattered less.
Ben, with all his testosterone pumping up, resisted the urge to tear off Gwen's clothes and ruin her for marriage right now. Oh, Gwen…he thought, wanting to kiss her with such a passionate urge, but had to fight it, fearing if she wouldn't feel the same about him.
He couldn't care anymore. Ben then moved his head away and budged Gwen's too, so they were both looking eye-to-eye. Then it struck him. Was he looking at the sheer amount of lust in Gwen's emerald eyes, or was it just his own lust reflected upon her own?
"Ben…" she whispered. Was he going to kiss her? Was her dream, her most forbidden fantasy, going to come true? There was only one way to find out.
Ben slightly backed away as he saw Gwen closing her eyes, doubting himself as he thought he saw her puckering up ever-so-slightly. Was she expecting a kiss from him?
He couldn't bother, because either way, Gwen's soft, delicate, virgin lips were his for the taking. He knew she never kissed a boy before, yet then again, he never kissed a girl before neither.
If they were each other's firsts, Ben didn't mind. Nothing seemed to be impossible at that fleeting moment.
Then his phone rang.
Exhaling sharply in utter disappointment, Ben then released his grip on Gwen for a fraction of a second, but that was enough for her to instinctively get up.
Ben then grudgingly answered his phone. "Hello?" he asked coldly.
"Ben? Are you guys done with the exhibit yet? The museum closes in 10 minutes," Grandpa Max said from the other end.
"Oh, okay. I'll tell Gwen. Bye," he said, then keeping the phone as he stood up. Gwen had her back turned on him, her face redder than a tomato.
"Gwen, Grandpa said the museum closes in 10 minutes, so are you done yet?" he asked nonchalantly. If he did so otherwise, it would have betrayed his earlier actions.
Thinking that Ben wasn't aware of the earlier situation, Gwen inhaled deeply before turning around.
"Yeah, I'm done. Let's go," she said. Truthfully, she was lying, but in the end she got something better than looking at some museum exhibits. It was the first time that she and Ben had ever been this physically close, and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
As both cousins walked towards the entrance, Gwen held back slightly and loosened her t-shirt slightly above the collar. She was still turned on by the rather risque encounter with Ben earlier, and the last thing she wanted was Ben to notice two sudden small bumps on Gwen's t-shirt.
If only she knew that Ben was pulling his t-shirt downwards to cover the area in between his legs. If only she knew.