"What? Trashed your car?" Benedict asked, filled with confusion.
"Yeah. My car? It's completely broken. Windows smashed, slashed tires, the lot." I said examining the car in front of me.
"Oh my god. She's at it again. Okay, Williams is coming to get you. Get back inside your flat. He has your number, he'll call you when he's here." Benedict said before he hung up the phone. I ran back into the flat, and I waited by the door for Williams' call.
I was scared. Would Olivia really go to this level? My mind was a blur, filled with confusion. I need answers, and I'm not going to get them if I stay here. But it's my safety, or my curiosity. I think I'm going to go safety. I sat on the stairs as I waited. I didn't have to wait longer before someone called me. It is Williams, and he is outside. I quickly walked to the car, trying to be aware of the people around me at the same time. Once I got in, I immediately felt safe.
"Are you okay, Ms. Avery?" Williams asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. A bit shaken, but I'll survive. And please, call me Salma." I said putting on my seat belt, smiling to Williams. We quickly drove to Benedict's flat. When we arrived, Benedict was anxiously waiting by the door for me. Once I got out the car, he ran over to me and hugged me.
"Are you okay?" Benedict asked searching me all over to see if I was hurt.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just a bit scared, that's all. What's going on?" I asked as we both walked inside.
"I don't know. We think Olivia is the one who did this, but we don't have enough proof to press charges. I'm sorry about your car. I'll get you a new one I promise. This is all my fault." Benedict said walking over to the bar near the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "Would you like some?"
"Yes, please." I said walking over to him. I needed something to ease the tension in my body. "Benedict, this is not your fault. It's mine. I am the one that pissed her off, not you. And I can buy myself a new car. I don't want you spending your money on me." I said as I took a sip.
"No, I want to. It's the least I could do." Benedict said taking my hand in his.
"Please, Benedict. No more spending money on me. I'm not here for your money. I'm here for you." I said gently. Benedict kissed me softly.
"Salma, just let me. I have a lot of money, and I want to spend it on someone who deserves it." Benedict said. I don't know what to say. I don't want him to spend all his money on me. I just want him. Not his money. He could be the poorest man alive, and I wouldn't love him any less than I do now. I sighed in defeat.
"Fine. But nothing too expensive! You really don't have to do this, Benedict." I said slumping my shoulders.
"Fine. And I want to." Benedict said hugging me.
"So what happened? Do you really think it would be Olivia?" I asked once Benedict broke the hug.
"we don't know yet, but we're working on it." Benedict replied.
"Anyway, did you get my text earlier?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"I did. Sorry I didn't reply, I wanted to address that in person. I was with a group of people, and I still haven't changed my ringtone." Benedict said laughing. "you should be seen their faces! I am one lucky man, aren't I?"
"No, I'm a lucky woman. Imagine all the people that wish to be in my place." I said, ignoring the image of when that used to be me.
"Is that so?" Benedict said, cocking his head to the side.
"Oh yeah! Who wouldn't want to do all the things I did with you, Mr. Sex Symbol?" I said, cupping his bum, causing his blue/green eyes to darken.
"Good point, Ms. Avery." Benedict said, putting his hands around my waist, bringing me closer to him.
"I don't know. I don't really see what you makes you so much of a sex symbol." I said, with a sly smile on my face.
"Do you want me to show you?" Benedict said, bringing me even closer to him, close enough to feel his erection against my thigh.
"Do you really think I'd say no to that?" I said, dragging my fingers over the tightened part of his jeans.
"I didn't think you would." Benedict said picking me up, bringing me to his room. I giggled as he carried me and stood me by the bed. I pushed him onto the bed and I closed the door behind me. I started to climb slowly onto him, watching him watch him. I stopped once we were eye to eye, staring deeply into the galaxy of his eyes.
"Hmmm... What am I to do with you?" I said sitting on top of his throbbing bulge. He let out a hiss, and rolled his head back. I moved around on him, listening to his subtle moans of pleasure. "You like that?" I said rolling my hips up and down again. He hissed again as my hands traveled down to his belt buckle. My fingers played with the belt buckle before I took it off completely. I got up off the bed, and I slid off his trousers and boxer shorts both at once. I gasped when I saw the big length before me, making him laugh.
"You like?" He asked looking up at me. I nodded, then I grabbed his cock in my hands, and squeezed a little, causing him to roll his head back again, closing his eyes. While his eyes were still closed, I put his penis in my mouth. He moaned in surprise, as my lips closed against him. I swirled my tongue against the head, causing Benedict to moan. I kept at it, licking the precum from it. It was salty. I liked it. I brought him farther into my mouth, going as far as I could, tongue still swirling, before coming back up again. I kept at this rhythm, marveling at the moans that came from Benedict. I tried to go down a little bit farther, ignoring my gag reflex.
"Ah..." was the only thing that could come out of Benedict's mouth before he hissed, as he was swallowed by pleasure. I kept going up and down, sucking and swirling. "Salma, I'm going to cum." He said as his back arched up again. I ignored his warning, as I picked up speed. Benedict yelled out my name as he came in my mouth, as I felt salty, hot liquid in my mouth. I took my mouth off him, and I made him watch him swallow his cum. His jaw dropped as he watched in awe. He gabbed my hips and brought me to him, kissing me softly. "How did you learn to do that?"
"You can learn a lot from Fan Fiction, you know." I said matter of factly.
Benedict smiled before he rolled me over to where he was on top of me. He took off his shirt, before he kissed me. His kiss was deep and lovely. He took off my shirt and pants as he kissed my neck, nuzzling his way down to my breasts. He unclasped my bra and he started play with my nipples, hardening them. I moan escaped my mouth as I closed my eyes, letting myself take in every moment of pleasure. He suddenly stopped, and he walked out of the room.
I sat back up in surprise. Is he seriously going to leave me like this again? My surprise soon fled once he walked into the room, holding a glass of ice cubes. He put the glass on the bedside table and he picked up his shirt, and wrapped it around my eyes.
"Can you see anything?" Benedict asked as he tied the shirt tightly around my head. I shook my head as he laid me back down again. I heard him reach for the cup, and all of a sudden, I feel the cold sensation of the ice cube rolling around my nipples, causing me to moan loudly. Benedict chuckled as he continued his torture, leaving me writhing for more every time. He slid the ice cube from my neck, down to my navel, nipping after the ice. My moans of pleasure consumed the room, as he continued his way down. He picked up the ice cube, and let the cold drops of water fall onto me as the ice cube melted in his hands. I slightly arched my back in delight.
"Do you like that?" Benedict said, licking the drops of water on my skin after they fell. I nodded, and a moan escaped my mouth as he slowly trailed his way downward, until he reached my slit. I don't know what he did with the first ice cube, but I heard the glass clink as he picked up a new one, and made icy cold drops of water drop on my clit. I gasped in delight. I could hear, more than see Benedict's smile. I felt the ice cube rub against my clit, making me gasp loudly.
Benedict put the ice cube in my navel, and I heard him bend down. I fisted the covers when I felt Benedict's tongue slid against my cunt. Benedict laughed at my reaction, and did it again, as I moaned in response. The pleasure was unbearable. How does know how to do that? All of a sudden, Benedict starts to lick, and suck my clit slowly. I arched my back as I accepted his sugarcoated torture. My fingers found his hair, and they intertwined through his dark locks. I pulled a little and he moaned in response, quickening his movements against me. Benedict stuck one long finger inside me, causing me to pull his hair and moan with delight. I untied my fingers from his hair and I held onto the bed.
"You're always ready for me, my dear. You're so deliciously wet." Benedict said as he moved his finger in and out of me, all while still teasing my clit. The amount of pleasure was through the roof as I felt my insides quicken. Benedict then put another finger in, moving at a quick pace, listening to me moan. I quickly found my release as I came loudly, allowing my orgasm to rip me into pieces before him. Benedict retired his fingers from inside me, and he put them in my mouth.
"Taste yourself, baby. Taste how delicious you are." He said putting his fingers in my mouth as I sucked my juices off of them. He took his fingers out of my mouth, and he untied the blindfold. My eyes fluttered opened, and I looked at him. The beautiful man, completely naked before me. The man away only dreamed of. I smiled as he kissed me softly. My fingers found Benedict's unruly hair again, as I brought him closer to me, deepening the kiss. I was able to find the strength to roll onto of him, as I watched him from below me, my fingers untying themselves from his hair again, as they caressed his naked stomach.
"I like being the dominant one." I said, quoting Benedict from when he appeared on Top Gear.
"You can dominate me all you want, ." Benedict said smiling up sat me before he kissed me again. He opened up the bedside drawer and he grabbed a condom, and slid it onto himself. He grabbed my hips and aligned it with his as he entered me slowly. I started to move up and down him, gradually picking up speed. Benedict and I moaned at the same time before he grabbed me and kissed me deeply, holding me close as I quickened my movements.
I moaned between his lips, as our tongues danced together in each other's mouths. Benedict sat up, not taking his lips off my from mine and he held me tight as I moved even faster on top of him. He broke the kiss and started suck on a small part of my neck, leaving a purplish mark. I did the same to him, but I chose an area a bit more visible. He trailed kisses around my neck, moaning in between each kiss.
I started to feel my insides quicken, so I sped up my movements. Benedict thrusted twice more into me before he found his release and he yelled out my name as he came. My name coming from his lips was a parting when I too found my release, and I yelled out a garbled version of Benedict's name before I fell onto him, trying to catch my breath.
"That was fun." Benedict said once he caught his breath. I nodded, and I nuzzled his neck, kissing the hickey I left on his neck.
"Now everyone knows you're mine. Even Olivia." I said smiling as I propped myself onto my elbows, stating deeply into Benedict's eyes.
"And so are you. Don't you think for one second I'm going to let anything happen to you, or let someone take you from me." Benedict said, giving me a soft kiss. "Do you still want lunch?"
'Yeah. All this fun is making me hungry." I said, sliding off of Benedict and getting up to go to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, and I stared at the purple mark embedded on my skin. I thought it was pretty. I liked belonging to someone, especially that someone being Benedict Cumberbatch. I walked into the bathroom, and hugged me from behind. He looked at the identical mark I felt on his neck, and laughed.
"This should give the press a field day." Benedict said, examining the hickey.
"I can just picture everyone on Tumblr. Everyone is going to go crazy." I said laughing. Benedict laughed again, before he gave me a soft little kiss on the cheek.
"I like you naked like this, in my arms." Benedict said putting his head on my shoulder as we stared at each other through the mirror.
"I like being naked in your arms." I said smiling. Benedict kissed me on the cheek again, before letting go as we walked back into the room to put his clothes on. I stared at my reflection for a bit longer, before I did the same. Once we finished putting our clothes and shoes on, we walked back into the living room.
"So what are you in the mood to eat?" Benedict asked as he sat down on the long white couch, bringing me down to sit on his lap.
"I don't know. Today is a beautiful day, and I know a really nice outdoorsy restaurant near by, we can just walk, if you want." I suggested, looking down at Benedict.
"That, it is. I'm fine with that, let's go." Benedict said standing up, taking my hand, and walked out the door.
The walk was nice. My fingers were entwined with as his as we walked up the road. A couple people stopped to say hi, and we were fine with it. Many of them said I was a lucky woman, and Benedict kept saying he was the lucky one, making me blush each time. It's incredible how much has changed over the course of 2 weeks. Everything went by so quickly. It's all a dream I never want to wake up from. Despite what happened with my car, Benedict helped me forget my problems, which is one of the things of which I love him dearly. We continued our walk to the restaurant, where I found the owner, Lorenzo, who is a good friend of my father when he was here.
"Salma, my dear! Look at you! You look beautiful! You haven't changed one bit since I last saw you. Would you like a table for two?" Lorenzo asked, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Yes, please. Lorenzo, this is my boyfriend, Benedict Cumberbatch. I'm sure you know him." I said.
"Ahhh! Yes! Mr. Cumberbatch, it is a pleasure to have you in my restaurant." Lorenzo said shaking Benedict's hand.
"The pleasure is all mine." Benedict said politely.
"Come, I will show you to your table." Lorenzo said, ushering us to a discreet table on a balcony upstairs. "Is this table good?"
"It's perfect. Thank you." I replied smiling. Lorenzo left to bring us menus while Benedict pulled the chair up for me, letting me sit. The table was small and discreet, and it had a candle and a vase of red roses as a centerpiece. It was a beautiful day, and I got to spend it with a beautiful man, what more could I ask for?
Lorenzo came with our menus and an expensive bottle of wine, telling us it was free for us. We quickly decided our food choices, and Lorenzo felt, leaving us alone.
"So tell me, what did you study in Uni?" Benedict asked putting a hand on his chin.
"Ironically, therapy." I said smiling.
"Really?" Benedict said taken aback.
"Yeah, I've always wanted to be a therapist. I find the job fascinating. It teaches you a lot on how people are, and what makes them tick." I said thinking about the work I did.
"Interesting, no wonder you did so well with Olivia. Have you found a place to start working yet?" Benedict asked cocking his head to the side.
"Unfortunately, no. I am looking around for a place to use as an office, but no luck so far." I said looking down at my hands.
"You could use my place. I have 2 extra rooms that you can use, if you'd like." Benedict said smiling. My eyes immediately darted to his.
"Oh no, no no no no." I said shaking my head. Benedict laughed at my surprise.
"Why not?" He said laughing.
"Because, no. I want to have a place of my own. You've too much for me already, it wouldn't be fair." I said giving him an angry look. "Plus, don't you think it would be a little weird? Coming into an office to find Benedict Cumberbatch when they want to talk about their problems?"
"You can let me know when you have an appointment, plus the rooms are on the other side of the flat, so they won't see me." Benedict said taking my hand in his. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Nothing is going to be too much." I smiled a small smile.
"Please, Benedict. It's very kind of you, but I really want to do this on my own." I said, putting my free hand on top of his.
"Fine, let's make a deal. If you don't find an office say... the next 2 weeks, then you at least have to consider my offer. Deal?" Benedict said biting his bottom lip.
"Fine." I sighed. 2 weeks should be a good amount of time. Benedict smiled as he caressed my cheek.
"I love you." Benedict said smiling.
"I love you." I replied, kissing his hand. Lorenzo came with our entrées. A Caesar salad, for me, and tomato soup for Benedict. We ate in silence, before Benedict excused himself to go to the loo. I decided to use the moment to check my phone. I had multiple notifications for twitter, so I went to check them. All of my mentions contained stories of Olivia. I sent a twitter out to clear the air, telling everyone not to worry about the kiss between Ben and Olivia, that it was a fake. Everyone immediately sent tweets of relief. I smiled at the response, as I heard Benedict strut his way back to the table.
"What did I miss?" Benedict asked, watching me smile at my phone.
"Twitter, the picture got out, and I had to send a reassurance tweet. We even have a ship name." I said looking up at him.
"Oh really? What is it?" Benedict asked smiling.
"Averbatch." I said laughing. I never thought anyone would ship me with Benedict? It was fascinating.
"Oooh, I like that." Benedict said smiling. His phone started to ring, and he excused himself to answer it. Lorenzo came over again and put our main courses on the table. Pasta with a white sauce and Salmon for me, and Chicken Carbonara for Benedict. I ate as I continued scrolling through twitter, answering some questions, and then I decided to go on Tumblr. I logged on, and the first thing I see on my dashboard is the picture of Benedict and I meeting with fans. People were saying the nicest things about us, and I remembered when that used to be me. The memories of my fangirl past made me frown, as I thought about the crazy things I used to do. It was nice seeing everyone being so accepting of us, but I just noticed all the things I left unprocessed in my mind. Everything was so confusing, and the only thing that was in my mind was "Why me?"
"I have some good news." Benedict said interrupting my thoughts. "I just got a call from Mark Gatiss, and he said he would like to meet you. I don't know why, but he scheduled a meeting for the both of us tonight."
"I guess that is pretty good news. I never thought one day he would want to meet me, out of all people." I said with a half smile on my face.
"Yeah, apparently he's thinking about giving you a part in Sherlock." Benedict said, waiting for my reaction. My eyes darted up to his again. Me? In Sherlock? I couldn't believe it. I was completely speechless.
"What?" was the only thing I could bring out of my mouth. I was in complete shock. I have dreamed to be an actress, let alone play a part in Sherlock! My mouth dropped on.
"You, Salma Avery, might be playing a part in Sherlock." Benedict said slowly, watching my reaction.
"Oh my goodness. All of my dreams, they're all coming true." I whispered to myself. "But... but how? Why me?"
"He said he has a new character that he wants to introduce into the show, and he thinks you have the correct image for the character." Benedict said smiling.
"Wow. This is great! I- I can't believe this!" I said putting my hand over my mouth, trying to process the surprise in my mind. "When are we going to see him?"
"He said he'll text me the details. Congratulations, I know this was always a dream of yours." Benedict said kissing me softly over the table. We ate our lunch as we spoke about different things, mostly small talk. Lorenzo came back to clear the plates soon after.
"May I have the check please?" I asked kindly.
"No you may not. Lunch is free for you both." Lorenzo said kindly. Thats nice of him, but if I felt without paying at least something, i'd feel bad.
"No way." i took out £100 from my purse, before I felt Benedict's hand on mine, stopping me.
"It's okay, I'll pay." Benedict said. NOT HIM TOO!
"No. Lorzeno, take this." I said handing him the money.
"No, no please. I don't want your money. The food is free, after all your father did for me, it's the least I could do." Lorzeno said smiling. I took his hand and I put the money and I put the money in his hand.
"Fine. If the food is free, than take this as a gift for your hospitality, and you know very well I won't take no for an answer." I said bringing his hand into his pocket. Lorenzo smiled as he thanked me for my gift, and Benedict and I walked back to Benedict's flat. We stopped by a corner shop.
"Would you like some ice cream?" Benedict asked.
"Sure." I replied. Ice cream is the cure to everything.
"Here, go upstairs, I'll meet you there in a sec." He said walking inside. I walked to the flat, opening the door with my keys, to find no one home. I walked into my room, and I started to undress, putting something more comfortable before I heard someone laughing behind me.
"Did you really think I was joking?" The voice said. I slowly turned around, only to find Olivia standing before me, holding a gun at me.
"Olivia, what are you doing?" I said carefully, not trying to provoke her.
"I meant what I said. I'll do anything to get him back." She said. I was able to get a good look at her. Her eyes were red, with bags under them. It looks like she honestly slept in a year. She got skinnier, and her hair was messed up, not like her usual self.
"Olivia, listen to me. Put the gun down. I can help you. I'm a therapist. Talk to me." I said trying to calm her down.
"There's nothing you can do. He is mine. He'll always be mine." She whispered, not taking her eyes off mine. I heard Benedict start coming up the stairs so I turned around, and I looked at her through the mirror.
"Mine." Was the last thing I heard, before I watch myself get shot.