a/n: hey guys, I am soooooo sorry about the long wait for his chapter. I have been doing a lot of revision over the past two weeks, so I wasn't able to post a chapter up. So to thank you all for sticking around, here is an extra longer chapter of 10k+ words as an apology.
Thank you all for reading this far, and to those who figured out the Sherlock references, good observations skills.
Contents of Chapter 12: sex, some more sex, and some make up sex. you also get a bit of angst, singing, dancing, fail attempts at comedy, some sass and looots of lovey-dovey madness. pretty much an erotic chick flick.
Leave a review telling me what you think, and leave suggestions for some character names, I have plans for some new characters. boys and girls please.
Thank you for reading, and as always, enjoy.
Salma xx
I awoke very early the next morning to the sound of the nurse yelling. She was enraged by the fact that Benedict was sleeping beside me, afraid he was going to hurt me or pull out one of the needles that were inside me. Her reaction amused us both because we didn't think we'd get through the night together. Benedict got up laughing and he sat on the chair beside me, and went back to sleep, holding my hand in his.
This gave me the time to regard him peacefully. His hair was longer, and his curls were all over the place, some of them resting on his forehead, the way I always liked it. His face was pale, probably from the trauma this event has caused us both. He looked skinnier, but he still looked good, per usual. I smiled when I saw the purple blotch I implanted on his neck, claiming my territory. It faded a bit, but it was still visible and it made him look sexier, especially knowing he was mine and only mine. His perfectly sculptured face looked relaxed and beautiful.
I couldn't help but think about what it might have been like to wait for me to wake up from a coma for one month, desperately wishing I wasn't dead. He's been really careful with me, like a porcelain doll. I felt better when I remembered that I was going home this afternoon, back to normal. My heart felt warm and soft when I thought of the people that asked of me in the interviews and the people visited me. The room was filled with beautiful bouquets of colourful flowers that light up the room with a sense of happiness that made me smile. I was glad to be back.
"Go back to sleep, baby. It's 4AM." Benedict said with one eye open and a smile on his face, interrupting my thoughts. I smiled and I brought his hand closer to me, caressing his knuckles as I quickly fell asleep again.
"Salma? Wake up, baby." Benedict said kissing my head. I had a tough night, through the dreadful nightmares, and the pain in my lower stomach, my REM cycle is a bit disturbed. I pulled the covers over my face, making Benedict chuckle. He kissed my hair again, playing with it a bit, relaxing me. I took the covers off my face after about a minute and I smiled.
"Good morning." I said sitting up slightly. Benedict sat beside me on the hospital bed and he took my hand and entwined his fingers with mine.
"Good morning. Did you sleep okay?" Benedict asked softly, almost whispering. I shook my head and he kissed my hand. "Why not?"
"Nightmares mostly..." I whispered, ignoring the terrifying images running through my brain, all repeating different scenarios of last month's almost fatal incident.
"Do you want to talk about them?" Benedict said caressing my cheek. I shook my head again, desperately ignoring how afraid I was. "It's okay, baby. I won't let anything happen to you again."
I smiled and I brought his hand to my lips, leaving a small kiss on it, looking up at him. Benedict smiled in return, laying down beside me, pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss was soft and tender, but passionate at the same time. Benedict deepened the kiss, pulling me closer to him, paying close attention not to hurt me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and when the kiss was broken, he leaned his forehead on mine, allowing me to stare deeply into his beautiful eyes.
"I love you." Benedict said softly. I smiled at his affection, and I kissed his forehead.
"I love you." I whispered, marveling in the moment together. I loved the man in front of me more than I ever thought I could. Seeing him smile would make my day, because he had such a beautiful smile. He made me so happy. I always doubted whether or not I would ever find love, especially with a man whom I could only dream of being with, so I was always surprised by his affection for me.
"Are you happy we're going home today?" Benedict whispered with a soft smile on his face. I laid my head on his chest, hugging him and bringing him closer to me.
"Oh yes. I never liked hospitals." I said giggling. "Are you happy I'm coming home?"
"How could I not be? I finally get to have you all to myself again. It's been too long, baby." Benedict said caressing my hair.
"I'm not surprised." I said smiling. "I love it when you call me "baby." I said nuzzling his long neck.
"And I love to call you my baby, because you are my baby. Only mine." Benedict said looking down at me.
"Yours." I whispered, kissing his neck. "Only yours."
I felt him smile, and he laid his head on mine. The nurse walked in, and she frowned.
"Mr. Cumberbatch, what did I tell you?" Nurse Brown said walking over to me with a breakfast tray in her hand.
"I apologize. I couldn't stop myself. It has been a month, you know." Benedict said standing, trying not to hurt me.
"I understand, and to be honest, I find you both very cute, but I worry for her health, that's all. I don't want any of the needles to come out, or anything like that." Nurse Brown said with a half smile. I smiled at her concern for me, but then again, it is her job to be worried for her patients.
The nurse gave me a quick check up, and she left us. I looked at the breakfast tray on my lap. Broccoli soup with garlic croutons and some cut up fruit. One of my favourites. I quickly started to eat, finally noticing how hungry I was.
"I made everything myself, you know." Benedict said watching me eat.
"Really?" I said with surprise. Benedict cooked?
"Yeah. I thought it would be better to make you something rather than make you eat the disgusting hospital food." Benedict said smiling. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, I love broccoli soup, and garlic croutons are my favourite. Thank you, darling. You didn't have to." I said smiling.
"I might have asked Lily what you liked..." Benedict said shyly.
"Why am I not surprised?" I said laughing. "Would you like some?"
"No thank you, you need it more than I do." Benedict said smiling. I continued eating, savouring every bite. All of a sudden, Lily and Tom clambered into the room, looking like they were running.
"Salma! Oh my god I can't believe you're okay!" Lily said running over to hug me. I missed Lily's hugs.
"I'm glad to see you finally awake, Salma." Tom said kissing my forehead.
"Hi guys. Were you running?" I said laughing.
"Yeah. Benedict came over early this morning to tell us the news of your awakening. I managed to skip work and hitch a ride with Tom to come and see you." Lily said sitting down, trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah, she couldn't sit in one place. She wanted to see you really badly." Tom said laughing, sitting down beside Lily. Tom's laugh was contagious, as everyone in the room started laughing too.
"It's nice of you guys to come and see me." I said smiling. I was genuinely touched by the amount of love I was getting from everyone.
"What did you expect? Benedict would call everyday to tell us about your miraculous recovery. Everyone is talking about it." Tom said holding up the newspaper in his hands.
The headline said "SALMA AVERY AND HER MAGICAL RECOVERY" and the article wrote about the incident, Olivia, and how Benedict was coping with everything. I was brought to tears by the end of it, as the writer claimed "#PrayForSalma" was trending worldwide on twitter for 2 weeks, beating multiple records.
"Wow. 2 weeks, huh?" I said wiping away the tears that escaped my eyes.
"Yeah, you were pretty much the only thing people were talking about." Lily said. "You were pronounced dead for 9 minutes before the doctors were able to start up your heart again."
"9 minutes?" Why didn't anyone tell me this before?
"Yeah, I was there when it happened." Lily said looking at Benedict. "We both were."
"I... I... Oh my goodness." I was speechless.
"Pretty much everyone was freaking out." Tom said.
"I really don't know what to say... I'm glad everyone cares so much for me." I said, completely struck with surprise.
"And we are glad you're okay. The things Benedict said about you during the interviews made me cry all the time. He was devastated when he thought you were dead. He... wanted to be with you." Lily said looking at Benedict, who had a pained look on his face. I directed my gaze to Benedict, who was in tears.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Benedict. She looked at Benedict again, asking for his permission with her eyes. He nodded and he held my hand tighter.
"He wanted to kill himself. He didn't want to live without you in his life." Lily said. Her words brought me to tears. I managed to sit up and face Benedict, taking his face my hands, bringing him to eye level.
"Don't you ever think about doing that, do you understand me?" I whispered, letting the tears fall out.
"I'm sorry." Benedict said nodding, finally looking at me. His eyes were wide, filled with sorrow and regret.
"He really loves you, you know." Tom said standing, walking over to comfort Benedict.
"And I love him. More than you can imagine." I said, kissing Benedict's soft lips. Tom and Lily let out an "awww", sending us both into a giggle fit.
"Salma, you remember when you used to fangirl over these two men?" Lily said laughing, trying to change the ambiance of the room. I gave her an embarrassed look, and Tom and Benedict started laughing.
"Salma? A fangirl? Why do I find it so hard to believe?" Tom said between laughs.
"You best believe it, I have shirts with pictures of your faces on them." I said laughing.
"That's hot." Benedict said, realizing he actually said that out loud, his face turning pink. We all laughed at Benedict's sudden comment.
"Hey, Benny boy, I find that quite sexy, too." Tom said looking at Lily.
"Do you now?" Lily said with narrow eyes and a sultry smile. Tom growled and he kissed Lily deeply.
"Oh get a room!" I said bursting into uncontrollable laughter. The room of people slowly started to calm down from their fits of laughter, and focused their attention on me.
"I missed this. I really did." Lily said. "When are you coming home?"
"This afternoon, around 4PM." Benedict said smiling.
"Oh that's great, it'll be cool having you home again." Lily said smiling. She quickly got up, and gathered her things. "I have to get back to work. My boss is going to kill me."
"Okay, I'll see you later.'' I said smiling. Tom got up as well, and he handed the bouquet of flowers he was hiding to me, and he kissed my head again.
"I truly am glad to see you're better, Salma." Tom said smiling.
"Same here, love you, Salma." Lily said walking out the door.
"Thank you for your concern, Tom. I really appreciate all the love I'm getting. It all goes straight to the heart." I said kindly. Tom smiled and he followed Lily out of the room.
I smiled as they left, and I laid down on the hospital bed. I couldn't believe how much people cared for me, despite things that are happening all over the world that are more important than me, I was the center of everyone's attention.
"I have some letters for you, from your fans." Benedict said picking up a small bag with about 20 letters in them.
I sat up to read them, surprised by the fact people actually sent me letters. The things people said were so kind and thoughtful that they all brought me to tears. Some sent little presents, some had portraits of me drawn to perfection. The amount of love I felt for the people who actually took the time and did these things for me was big, and all I could do was smile.
The nurse walked into the room again, alongside with a woman who came to take my breakfast tray away. One look at Benedict, and she was incredibly smitten. Why am I not surprised?
"Salma, we are going to go for a little walk, okay?" Nurse Brown said. I nodded and she helped me get up. I tried to stand on my own, but I couldn't keep my balance, so Benedict held my hand and helped me walk. I was surprised with how hard it was to stand straight, then again I was in a coma for a month, so my legs didn't do much during that time.
I quickly got the hang of walking again, and the nurse guided us outside to a small park in back of the hospital. I deeply inhaled the beautiful fresh hair, feeling the dew drops on my feet from the grass. It was good to be back. Benedict lead me to a big towel spread on the floor, and he helped me sit on it.
"How does it feel to be outside again?" Benedict asked sitting down beside me.
"Wonderful. I missed the way the air would smell after it rained." I said smiling, laying down on the towel, watching the clouds go by.
"Mr. Cumberbatch is going to help you walk until lunchtime, after that, you are free to leave. It seems you have fully recovered, congratulations, Salma." Nurse Brown said kindly before leaving, walking back into the hospital.
I was excited to go home, mainly because I missed it. I missed the couch Lily and I would share while we watch telly or play games. I missed my bed, I missed my clothes, everything. The thought of it made me smile.
Benedict sat up, staring at me. I looked at him, trying to understand the reason of his staring, but he just smiled and watched me. I ignored him, and I absorbed the beautiful sunny day that was today, listening to the birds chirping, breathing in the fresh air, the heat of the sun warming me through my thin hospital robe. I closed my eyes, taking every moment of it in. For the first time in a long time, I felt good. Despite all the pain and medicine I had to take, I was glad that this is all I had to withstand. I could have been paralyzed, lost a major organ, or worse, dead, which I think was what Olivia was going for.
She wanted me to fear her, and at this point, I really did. She lurked through my head, her menacing laugh echoed before the image of myself getting shot played back, making me jolt up in fear. Luckily, Benedict caught me, sending me in his arms and into safety again. I understood it was just a memory but it was the pain I felt that scared me, and seeing Benedict cry as I was "dying" in his arms that hurt the most. The shock of my fear sent piercing pain to my wound, causing me to yell out in pain.
"Hey, are you okay?" Benedict asked, rocking me in this arms.
"Oh, erm, yeah, just fine." I said finally exiting my mind, coming back to the real world.
"Are you sure?" Benedict asked looking at me with worried eyes.
"Yeah, promise. Still a bit shaken up, I suppose." I said with a weak smile. Benedict gave me a look, sort of a you're-not-fooling-anyone look, which made me laugh. "Don't worry, I'm okay."
"Your laugh is like music to my ears." Benedict said, giving me kiss, one that was soft and sweet, but there was something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I ignored it, and I smiled, kissing him back. My hands found their way to his neck, pulling him closer to me as our tongues battled for dominance.
Benedict pulled away, and he leaned his forehead on mine, as we stared into each other's eyes. I loved the man in front of me so much, it hurt. This man was so loving and gentle, but at the same time, he's fragile, and he had to withstand the pain of almost losing someone he loves, it pained me to think about how he might have been. I felt so bad, making him feel that way for such a long time.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, an unexpected tear falling down my cheek.
"For what?" Benedict said, kissing away the tear.
"Everything. For getting shot. For going into a coma. For hurting you. For making you withstand that pain." The tears were falling on their own now.
"Baby, it's not your fault." Benedict said, hugging me.
"Yes, it is. I shouldn't have provoked her." I said, sobbing into his chest.
"No, it's not." Benedict said. He cupped my chin, bringing me to eye level. "Don't blame yourself, you haven't done anything to deserve it. And yes, I was in pain, seeing you the way you were. I thought you were dead. I thought I lost the only person that I was in undeniable love with. I thought I lost my best friend. You never left my mind, and I never stopped loving. When you woke up, I never felt happier, like all that pain was completely worth it."
"R-Really?" I said.
"Yes. There is no one I love more than you, and to see you like that was the most painful thing I have ever had to endure, but in the end, I'm just glad you're okay, because that's what's important." Benedict said, a tear falling down his face as well. I hugged him, not wanting to let him go.
"I love you, Salma. I love you so much." Benedict said, hiding his face in my neck. I let go of him, and I kissed him softly.
"And I, you." I said smiling. Benedict smiled, and he helped me stand up again.
Benedict and I went for a walk around the yard, taking in the beautiful March day. We talked, we laughed, we acted like nothing happened. I slowly started to walk better, getting the hang of walking again, but I still needed Benedict to lean on to help me keep my balance. I was proud of my progress, because by the time the nurse came to see us, I was walking, running even, without needing any help. The nurse was impressed with my progress as well, as she lead us back into the room to collect our things.
Benedict called his driver over to take us back to his house. I didn't protest, even though I did want to go home. We quickly collected our things, I put on the clothes Lily brought for me, and we went outside. The place was flooded with paparazzi, wanting to get some new scoop or something. We managed to evade them, hearing questions like "How are you doing?", "Why would someone do something like this to you?" to "What do you think of having Benedict as a boyfriend?" all the way to "Are you just faking? Because you look fine." but I was nothing close to fine. I felt lightheaded because of all the flashing lights and loud chattering voices. I got into the car, completely ignoring the intense pain, and Benedict came in quickly after, telling the driver to go.
"Are you okay?" Benedict said, noticing my now pale face.
"Yeah, just a little lightheaded, I'm fine, don't worry about me." I said smiling, laying my head down on the car seat. Benedict took me in his arms, and kissed the top of my head, calming me down slightly.
The drive was quick, and quiet. Despite the music on the radio, we were in complete silence. I fell asleep in his arms for quite a while, since the hospital was about half an hour away. I took my painkillers before we left the hospital, so I didn't feel much pain, for which I was grateful for. I felt Benedict's thumb caress the exposed skin through my shirt. I felt so much safer with Benedict, I didn't know why, though. When I was in his arms, I felt like nothing bad can ever come upon me.
"Salma, baby? Wake up, we're here." Benedict said, shaking me slightly, kissing my hair. I opened my eyes to see that we were outside Benedict's flat. I untangled myself from Benedict, and I smiled at him through sleepy eyes.
"Sorry for falling asleep on you." I said wiping my eyes.
"Stop apologizing, you don't need to. Anyway, you look cute when you're sleeping." Benedict said smiling, giving me a kiss on the cheek. He then got out of the car, and helped me out after him.
Benedict took my hand, and we walked towards the flat together. Benedict took out his keys and he opened the door, turning on the lights with him. Just as I walked in, I heard a big "SURPRISE!". Benedict threw a surprise party for me. My jaw dropped and I smiled, happy with the surprise.
"Surprise." Benedict said smiling. I jumped up and kissed him, thanking him for this. Everyone let out an "aw" before everyone moved to me, handing me a glass of champagne, sitting me down on the couch to talk to me. All of my closest friends were there, and some people who I'd met at the BAFTA awards were there as well. Lara Pulver, Amanda Abbington, Martin Freeman, Mark Gatiss and his boyfriend Ian, Lily, Tom, and some colleagues, all here to see me. I was bombarded with questions, some asking how I'm doing, others asking me if I needed something. It was all very kind of them.
"Hi guys!" I said to everyone, trying to calm them all down.
"How are you doing?" Zoe, a colleague asked.
"I'm surprisingly doing okay." I said smiling.
"Tell us what happened." Lara said, holding my hand.
"Well, I was shot, and I needed surgery because the bullet collapsed, pieces of shrapnel going in different directions, ripping everything in their path." I said, pulling my shirt up to show them the scar.
"Wow. Does it hurt?" Lara asked.
"A bit. I was given painkillers to ease the pain, but the nurse said I should be fine in the next couple of days." I said pulling my shirt back down, taking a sip of the delicious champagne.
"That's good news. I'm sure I can speak for everyone when I say we're glad you're okay." Amanda said smiling.
"Thank you, to all of you. The amount of love and care everyone has been showing me has really taken me by surprise, and I am grateful to have all of you lovely people in my life. Thank you to those who came to visit me, and brought flowers and gifts. It was very sweet of you." I said with a tear in my eye. It really was breathtaking, how much people cared for me, and it really opened my eyes to these amazing people in front of me, and those who asked about me in interviews, and on twitter, or anywhere, really.
"You are more than welcome, dear." Amanda said, raising her glass. "A toast, to Salma's health."
We all clunked glasses, and we started making small talk around the room. Benedict looked somewhat isolated from the group, but he tried to put himself in. I noticed he never took his eyes off me, probably trying to see if I was okay, which is very sweet of him. He noticed my regard, and he smiled, putting himself back into the conversation. I did the same, starting conversations with the people around me. I noticed one girl, who never took her eyes off me. She was in my English class, Angelica Peterson. We used to be really good friends, we would fangirl over Sherlock and Doctor Who, but for some reason, she was ignoring me, staying completely out of my view. I looked at her, and I saw her watching Benedict attentively. I went up to her with a fake smile on my face, not liking the way she was looking at my boyfriend.
"Hi Angelica." I said, surprising her.
"Oh hey, Salma. How are you feeling?" Angelica asked with a hint of annoying in her voice, making my smile fade.
"I'm doing okay, a lot better actually." I said, not taking my eyes off her. She looked at me briefly and laughed a bit, turning her gaze back to Benedict.
"Looks like you've got yourself quite a man, there." Angelica said, raising an eyebrow.
"Seems like it, I told I would one day." I said turning to look at Benedict as well.
"Hmm." was the only thing she said afterwards, watching him like how a tiger stalks his prey.
I looked at her, she had a devilish smile on her face. She winked at me, and she made her way over to a group of girls, talking about who knows what, but I couldn't care less, because I was starting the feel a slight pinch of pain from my lower stomach. I tried not to show my pain, and I ignored it, going to the big white marble kitchen to pour myself another glass of champagne. I drank the whole cup, and I put the glass down, taking a deep breath as the pain slowly started to fade away. I walked back into the living area, watching over the people here to see me.
Lily was with Amanda and Martin, and I could tell she was trying to hide her excitement. Lily would always try to get Amanda to notice her on twitter, but her attempts were to no avail when she never answered her. So I'm sure, meeting her in person, especially with her husband, would make this day one of the best in her life. I giggled at her expression when they walked over to her, starting a conversation. I continued to scan the room, people trying champagne, talking, laughing, making acquaintances, until something caught my eye, something I didn't like. It was Angelica, talking to Benedict. She was more intensively flirting with him, rather than just talking. I had known her for 4 years, so I know how she acts when she really likes a guy, especially that guy being Benedict Cumberbatch. I walked over to them, looking as graceful as I could, with a smile on my face. Benedict saw me coming, and he opened his arms to welcome me into their conversation. I grinned when I noticed Angelica's reaction.
"Hi, baby. Are you feeling okay?" Benedict asked, kissing my head.
"Yeah, I felt a little pain before, but only a bit. I'm better now." I said smiling.
"Help me." Benedict said whispering into my ear, making me laugh.
"Angelica, if you could excuse us." I said nicely, Benedict bolting for the kitchen. I winked at Angelica before I made my way after him. She gave me a jealous look, her eyes boring into my back. I laughed at her reaction, and I continued walking through the crowd, over to the kitchen. Benedict was waiting for me by the sink, pouring himself some more champagne.
"Thanks for rescuing me." Benedict said pouring a glass for me as well. "She's nice but, she wouldn't stop talking." Benedict said rolling his eyes.
"That's Angelica for you." I said laughing. "She loooooves you."
"Who doesn't?" Benedict said putting his hands on his hips, looking like a diva. I giggled like a child, ignoring the small pinches of pain in my stomach. I was starting to get used to the pain. It didn't hurt as much anymore, thanks to the painkillers. Benedict walked over to me, and he pinned my hips to the counter with his. "Too bad for her, I'm in love with someone else."
"Really? Where is she? I'd love it meet her!" I said laughing.
Benedict let out a deep chuckle, pushing his hips into mine, and he kissed me, a kiss soft and gentle, but it had a sense of urgency. I kissed him back, and he let out a soft groan. My hands found their way to his hair, now slicked back and straight, pulling it a little, making him groan again. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I slightly parted my lips, giving him enough room to slither his tongue in my mouth, starting a battle between his and mine. His hands slowly slide down my back, cold from the champagne bottle, making me shiver. He smiled when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra through the tank top I was wearing underneath. I felt his growing erection on my inner thigh as he intensified the kiss, making me fully awared of what was planned.
"We're in the kitchen, at my "welcome back" party." I said pulling away from the kiss, smiling.
"I'm fully aware of that." Benedict said smiling, a smile with lust written all over it. Benedict quickly closed the door, locking it and closed the small window between the kitchen and the living area, completely blocking us away from everyone.
Benedict carried me onto the dining island, sitting me down on it. He took my mouth hostage as he kissed me, undressing me at the same time. I took off his shirt, putting my hands on his chest. He took off my shirt and my tank top in one swift move, hands darting for my breasts. Taking one nipple in between his thumb and index finger, he played with it, hardening it, making a moan slip out of my mouth.
"Shhh! We're at a party!" Benedict said smiling. My giggles turned into whispered moans when Benedict started leaving open mouth kisses on my skin, ones that will surely bruise. I pulled his jeans down with my feet, and Benedict finished peeling my clothes off of me, and positioned himself for entrance. I looked at my scar, and then at Benedict.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Benedict said smiling, pushing himself into me slowly, filling me. I put my hand over my mouth to cover the moan, but it managed to slip through my fingers. Benedict hissed through his teeth before he took the back of my head and kissed me, our tongues battling for control. He started quickening his movements, gradually going faster, but making sure it wasn't hurting me.
"You okay?" Benedict said between his teeth.
"Harder." I whimpered, letting him know I'm okay.
He really started to move, going faster, and deeper inside me. I managed to muffle my moans, one or two slipping out occasionally. Benedict picked up my legs, and wrapped them around me, taking me deeper, hitting my g-spot. I couldn't muffle my moans anymore, and I honestly didn't care if anyone heard us. I laid back on the island, arching back in pleasure. Benedict's moans were loud as well, but we were lucky the music was turned up loud enough to conceal our cries of pleasure. Benedict kept at it, going deeper and faster at the same time, pleasuring me even more. My mind was a blur, and I felt like I was in heaven. I started to feel my insides quicken, and Benedict felt it as well, going even faster. Benedict and I came at the same time, and Benedict fell on top of me.
"Ugh, it has been too long." I said, absorbing the aftermaths of my orgasm.
"It has, baby, and the wait was more than worth it." Benedict said, kissing the skin between my breasts. "We should attend to our guests now, shouldn't we."
"We should." I said giggling. Benedict got up off of me, and he gave me his hand to help me up as well. I threw him his clothes and he threw me mine, and we quickly dressed ourselves.
"I'm still not finished with you." Benedict said winking before he left the room, once he finished dressing himself. I smiled at the thought of what he might do to me next as I was dressing myself.
I quickly arranged my hair, and I washed my face in the sink, and I walked out to the room full of people. Lily met me at the door, and took my arm in hers and we walked around the room.
"Had some fun in there?" Lily asked separating us from the crowd of people.
"Wha-"
"I heard you in there. Who do you think turned up the music?" Lily said laughing.
"Oh... you heard that?" I said feeling my cheeks turn scarlet.
"Oh yeah. He seems to be pretty good in there." Lily winked, giving me a glass of champagne.
"Erm... yeah, he is." I said smiling. "I knew he would be good, but not that good."
"Ooooooo, tell me more." Lily said taking a sip from her glass.
"Not unless you tell me about Tom, is he how we expected him to be?" I asked partially not wanting to know.
"Waaaaaay better. The best I've ever had." Lily said. "He has this thing where we rolls his hips, an-"
"I don't really want to hear about it. Tom is like a brother to me, so if you don't mind, I would like to not carry the notion of how good he is in bed." I said calmly. Lily started laughing like crazy, and I started to laugh as well, but it's true. I might have wanted to know 3 months ago, but now, no thanks. Having the image in my head would be too weird next time I see him, so I prefer to avoid that.
"Okay okay. I shall respect your wishes." Lily said.
"Thank you." I said. Ironically, Tom walked over to us.
"Oh hey Tom, we were just talking about you." Lily said looking at me, sending us both into a giggle fit.
"Oh really? Good or bad?" Tom said smiling.
"Good, trust me." I said between laughs.
"Spit it out then! I like a good laugh." Tom said narrowing his eyes at Lily.
"Erm..." Lily and I said in unison, sending us into another giggle fit.
"Lily here was just talking about how good you are in bed." I said laughing again.
"Is that so?" Tom said laughing. I nodded, trying to catch my breath for all that laughing. "Well, it's nice to know you both appreciate my work under the covers."
"Oh trust me, she does." I said, laughing again. Tom winked at us both, and walked over to Benedict, probably having some man talk.
"That was not at all awkward." I said sarcastically.
"Oh stop it you, enjoy the party!" Lily said. "Matter of fact, I think you already have." Lily winked and walked into the crowd of people.
The afternoon went by quickly. My "Welcome Back" party was fun, and everyone seemed to have had a lot of fun as well. People started leaving around 8PM, giving me lots of hugs and kisses before they left. I did the proper thing and thanked them for coming. Little by little, the amount of people in the living area diminished, and I felt more at ease. Benedict, Tom, Lily and I were the last ones in the flat. I laid down on the white couch, looking up that the ceiling, trying to calm the effects of the alcohol I consumed these past couple of hours down. Tom and Lily were drinking and laughing. Lily was sitting on Tom's lap, talking about who knows what. Benedict was in the kitchen cleaning up all the cups. I got up so I could help him, feeling bad that he was doing this alone, since the housekeeper went home.
"Hi." I said arriving at the room.
"Hi." Benedict said with a smile.
"Need some help?" I asked nicely.
"Yes please. Could you pass me those cups over there?" Benedict said pointing to the 5 glasses beside me. I nodded and I picked them up, handing them to him one by one so he could rinse them and put them away. "Did you have fun?"
"Yes. Thank you very much. No one has ever thrown a surprise party for me before." I said leaning my head on his back.
"You are very welcome. I will do anything and everything to make you happy." Benedict said drying his hands on the towel nearby. He turned around, and hugged me.
"You don't have to do anything. I am happy." I said smiling, looking up at him. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, making me smile.
"That means I'm doing my job correctly." Benedict said smiling.
"I wish maybe I could do the same for you. Buy you something really cool that you can flaunt to all your friends, or something." I said nuzzling his chest.
" I already have something to flaunt, and that's you." Benedict said smiling, caressing my back.
"I'm not exactly "flaunt worthy"..."
"Yes you are. Everyone that has met you loves you, as do I."
"Not everyone..." I said, the memory of Olivia coming back to my head.
"Salma, listen to me. Olivia is gone. She is in a different country, in a mental hospital. You don't have to worry about her anymore." Benedict said, bringing me to eye level.
"I know..." I said looking down.
"Come, let's watch a movie." Benedict said taking my hand, leading us out of the kitchen and into the living area. Lily and Tom were having a major snog fest, laughing when we walked in.
"I think it's time for us to go home." Tom said picking up Lily, helping her stand.
"I'll call the driver, he'll take you both home." Benedict said leaving my side to get his phone.
"Thanks, man. You're awesome." Tom slurred. I laughed at Lily and Tom's state of actions, and the driver came to the door, helping the two out and into the car. We said our goodbyes, and I was finally left alone with Benedict. He hugged me from behind, kissing my neck.
"Would you mind if I took a quick shower before we watched a movie?" Benedict asked kindly.
"Not at all." I said laying my head on his shoulder.
"Come with me?" Benedict asked, kissing my neck again. I smiled at the notion, but I wasn't in the mood to shower at the moment.
"I would, I really would, but I'm not feeling a shower right now. Sorry, baby." I said looking up at him.
"That's fine." Benedict said smiling. "I'm really glad you're back. I missed you a lot."
"I missed you, too." I said smiling.
"I love you, baby." Benedict said leaving me a small kiss on my lips.
"I love you, too." I said, turning around to hug him. "Have any suggestions for a movie?"
"Hm... Third Star?" Benedict sad fully aware of the reaction I had to that movie. I looked up him, giving him a never-again look, making him laugh. "I don't know. Star Trek?"
"No, I've seen both probably more than 16 times eac- did I just say that out loud?" I said, feeling my cheeks turn red.
"Yes you did. You can never get enough of Spirk..." Benedict said smiling. I looked at him, trying to understand what he just said.
"You ship Spirk?" I said with disbelief.
"Who doesn't? You should see the chemistry they have on set, great lads." Benedict said laughing.
"I actually thought Khan was a great character." I said giggling.
"Oh really?" Benedict said raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, he's pretty sexy, and he's got great hair." I said with a half smile. "He has great arms, too. Very muscular and strong. But he's so serious."
"Yeah, Khan just needs a little love once in a while." Benedict said laughing.
"He can get any kind of love he wants from me, that's for sure." I said laughing as well. "No one can play Khan as well as you did."
"Thank you." Benedict said smiling.
"Fine, I'll shower with you, just give me a second, I have to check something on the computer really quick. Is that okay?" I asked after about of minute.
"Of course. I'll be waiting." Benedict said letting go of me, walking to the bathroom.
I sighed, and I walked to coffee table where my Mac was placed. I opened it up, and I logged on twitter to see what's new in the multi-fandom world. I scroll through my timeline, and I see new pictures of Benedict with Alice Eve, both of them looking exceptionally sexy. I examined the pictures, my focus mainly on Alice, despite the fact Benedict looked beautiful in every picture. Alice was beautiful, more than beautiful. I stared at her facial features, not one flaw. Lucky woman. She got to take pictures with Benedict, very sexy pictures in fact. But then, I remembered. Benedict is my boyfriend. I shouldn't be jealous. Should I? Look at how he's holding her. Look at how she looks at him. I shook the notions of jealousy out of my head, and I closed my computer, walking to the bathroom. Benedict was naked, the outline of his body showing through the glass doors. Benedict is mine. Alice can't have him. She may be have intense beauty and a beautiful body, but if she even tries to take my boyfriend, she won't know whats coming.
"Like what you see?" Benedict said, interrupting my thoughts.
"I always have." I said smiling.
"Are you coming in?" Benedict asked, slightly opening the glass doors to peek his head out.
"Yeah." I said starting to undress myself. I walked into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my paining body. Benedict took me in his arms, kissing my hair. I thought, maybe I should talk to him about the little Alice situation, or else it's just going to keep eating me up. "I saw your new photo shoot with Alice Eve."
"Did you?" Benedict said drawing circles on my stomach.
"Yes, you look exceptionally sexy." I said. "As did Alice..."
"Thank you. Are you okay, Salma?" Benedict said, turning me around to face him.
"I don't know..." I said, looking down at my feet. Benedict cupped my chin and lifted it, making me look at him.
"What's wrong?" Benedict said.
"Nothing... It's just..." I said pulling my head out of his grasp. I suddenly left overexposed, so I ran out of the shower, taking Benedict's bathrobe with me, covering myself and running in the bedroom. Benedict ran after me, wrapping a towel around him, turning the water off after him.
"Salma, talk to me!" Benedict said running over to me, taking me in his arms when he noticed I was crying.
"Alice is beautiful... and I'm not." I said, fighting my way out of his grasp, but he kept tightening it, not letting me go.
"Is that what this is about? Salma... are you jealous?" Benedict said, catching my arms, holding them in place. My jealousy soon turned to rage.
"I'M NOT JEALOUS! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES, BENEDICT!" I said, fighting as hard as could to get out of his grasp.
"Salma, listen to me! Alice is just a co-worker, and we happened to be picked for a photo shoot together. But I'm just doing my job, nothing more." Benedict said, looking at me directly in the eyes. "Yes, Alice is a beautiful, kind woman, but she doesn't even come close to you. Tu es ravissante, ma chèrie. Personne n'est plus magnifique ni jolie que toi." Benedict spoke french? Since I speak french, I understood what he said, and it made cry even harder.
"Do you really think that?" I asked in between sobs.
"Of course I do. You are my one and only. Not Alice nor Angelica nor anyone can take away my love for you." Benedict said, losing his grip on my arms. "I love you so much, baby. You shouldn't let these things make you jealous, especially if it's Alice. Alice and I are co-workers, nothing more, nothing less. I promise."
"I love you, too. I'm sorry for all this. I don't know what came over me." I said hugging Benedict's chest, beads of water falling on me from this hair.
"It's okay. It's nice to know you care enough to be jealous." Benedict said smiling.
"I do care. Enough to kill a bitch if I need to." I said laughing, letting go of the hug. "You look good in the pictures. It's cute how you try to look like a bad ass."
"I'm not trying be a bad ass, I am one." Benedict said flexing his muscular arms.
"If you say so, dear." I said, walking over the chair near the bathroom door.
"But I am a bad ass." Benedict said pouting.
"You're more a big ball of fluff than a bad ass." I said smiling, crossing my legs as Irene would.
"I'm just as bad ass as the next guy!" Benedict said putting his hands on his hips. I got up, and I took off my bathrobe, walking slowly closer to him, his eyes examining me. I walked close enough to for a whisper to be heard.
"Prove it." I whispered, licking his ear lobe, making Benedict's breathing hitch. Benedict immediately turned around, and grabbed my arms, pushing me onto the wall, pinning me with his hips. His lips met mine, a kiss of urgency and arousal. His hands slipping away from my arms, slowly running his hands up and down my already naked body. He dug his nails into my hips, moving up to my breasts. He took both breasts in his hands, playing with my nipples both are the same time, making me moan loudly in pleasure. My hands moved to his chest, caressing the exposed skin of his wide chest, pushing him closer to me. My hands moved under the towel wrapped around his waist, cupping his firm arse, digging my nails into it slightly, all the while our tongues battled for dominance.
Benedict's mouth moved to my neck, biting little pieces of my skin. I rolled my head back, reminiscing in the fact the bites had a direct line to my groin. I didn't notice Benedict's hands moving south until 2 fingers slid in between my folds, making me gasp in surprise. My head flew up and I looked at Benedict, his blue eyes dark with lust, laughing.
"Am I a bad ass yet?" Benedict asked, curving his fingers inside me, hitting me directly where I needed it, making me moan.
"Not yet." I said with a sly smile. I quickly removed the towel from his waist, revealing his growing erection. I took it my hand, and squeezed, making Benedict hiss between his teeth. I started to move my hand up and down, squeezing slightly. I took my other hand and I threw it on the back of his head, pulling him to me, kissing him with passion. His fingers started to move inside me, and I started to move on him, slightly squeezing as I went up. We moaned in each other's mouth, picking up speed at the same time. Benedict quickly removed his fingers from inside me and he picked up my legs, wrapping them around him. I removed my hand as well, wrapping my arms around his neck as he positioned himself for entrance. Entering me slowly, I moaned as he filled me, biting my neck at the same time.
"I'll show you bad ass." Benedict said, thrusting into me with force, making me scream, the pain and pleasure; a beautiful mix. I dug my nails into his shoulder, biting down on his collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses all around his neck, biting small pieces of his neck. Benedict started moving at a fast pace, not thinking of slowing down. I used my feet to push his arse, pushing him deeper inside me. Benedict moaned loudly as I dug my nails into his back, moving up, leaving red marks on his skin.
Benedict grabbed my bum and carried me, pushing hard against the wall next to us, speeding up his movements, pushing into me hard and fast. He took my legs and put them over his arms, pushing deeper and deeper inside me. I screamed over and over again, the pleasure making my vision blur. Benedict moaned louder than I did, concealing it by kissing me roughly. I pulled away from the kiss, my head rolling back as I took in all the pleasure. I felt my insides start to quicken, and Benedict increased his movements to a speed I didn't think was possible. Benedict stuck his head on my neck, breathing loudly. Benedict came before I did, not slowing down. He kept going until I reached my climax, screaming his name loud enough for all of London to hear. Benedict and I fell on the floor, still reminiscing in the aftermaths of our orgasm.
"How did you do that?" I said once I finally caught my breath. Benedict laughed in pride.
"I saw it a pornography video. Thought I might give a try." Benedict said smiling.
"You watch pornography?" I said with an eyebrow raised.
"Occasionally. Let that be our little secret." Benedict said winking.
"It's okay. You're not the only one." I said, referring to myself. I have seen a pornographic videos before, but only a couple for a project I had to do for sex ed in Uni.
"You...?" Benedict said, looking at me. I nodded my head. "That's hot."
"I had to watch a couple for Uni in my sex ed class. There are a lot of things to learn in one video, it's surprising." I said laughing.
"I guess so, yeah." Benedict said with a yeah-you're-right look. "So tell me, was that "bad ass" enough for you?" I laughed, getting on top of Benedict, propping myself on my elbows.
"You have always been my little bad ass. I just like it when you're rough and when you prove yourself to me." I said smiling, kissing his chin.
"I hope I didn't hurt you, because of the..." Benedict said caressing the scar.
"No, don't worry. It doesn't hurt anymore, and if it does, only a tiny bit." I said reassuring his worried look.
"Good. I will do whatever you please, but if the roughness gets to a certain point where I'm hurting you more than pleasuring you, you have to tell me. Do you understand?" Benedict said, emphasizing greatly on the "have".
"Okay. It's nice to know you care about me." I said, playing with a ringlet from his "just fucked" hair.
"Of course I care about you. You are the love of my life. I only want what makes you happy." Benedict said burrowing his eyebrows.
"I know, and I love you for that." I said. Benedict caressed gently caressed my cheek.
"I love you too, baby." He said smiling. He kissed me gently, his lips sucking on mine. A kiss filled with love.
"Mine." I said tapping his chest with my index finger.
"What exactly is yours, just to be clear." Benedict said smiling.
"These are mine." I said kissing his lips. "These are mine." I said touching his hair. "These are only for me." I said kissing his eyes. "This is mine." I said kissing his neck, making my way down, kissing every bit of skin saying "Mine." Benedict propped himself on his elbows, watching me make my way down his body with excited eyes. I kissed his nipples, his little spattering of chest hair, his arms, hands, abs, moving down to his now hard again cock, kissing the sensitive tip, licking the precum, making Benedict's head roll back, sighing. "This is most definitely mine, and only mine. Do you understand me?" I said swirling my tongue around the tip. Benedict sighed again, nodding his head. I wrapped my lips around him, sucking solely the tip. Benedict moaned, bucking his hips for me to bring him deeper. I pushed his hips down, flicking my tongue over the tip, teasing him.
After a moment of teasing, I finally took him in my mouth, bringing him until he hit the back of my throat. Benedict moaned, pulling my hair out of my face, watching me attentively. I repeated the process, moving faster. Benedict's moans were music to my ears, motivating me. I started playing with his balls for added pleasure, and boy did it work. Benedict was almost screaming in pleasure. I tried taking him in wholly, and he moaned loudly. I did it again, and he arched his back in pleasure, desperately avoiding the urge to fuck my mouth. I laughed at his reaction, the vibrations sending him over the edge, screaming as he climaxed in my mouth, breathing heavily. I took my mouth off his cock, looking him in the eyes as I swallow his cum.
"Mmmm. You taste good." I said licking my lips. I slowly crawled over to him, taking his mouth hostage, making him taste himself.
"Oh Salma, what are you doing to me?" Benedict said smiling.
"Good things, I hope." I said smiling, leaning my forehead on his.
"Better than good things." Benedict said, standing up. He offered his hand to me, helping me get up. "Come, we're going for a drive."
"Where are we going?" I asked, putting Benedict's white shirt on. Specifically the one he wore in the photo shoot with Alice. I smelled divine, a mixture of expensive cologne, and Benedict.
"For all little drive. It's all little after 2AM, I know this nice place we can go to. Very romantic." Benedict said smiling.
"Ooo, I like romantic." I said smiling. I walked over to Benedict's drawer, taking a pair of trousers and sliding them on. Benedict walked over to me, smiling.
"You know, I love it when you wear my clothes." Benedict said sticking his finger behind the waistband, letting it go leaving a smack sound.
"I'm sure you do." I said smiling. Benedict leaned in for a small kiss, one filled with love and passion that tasted so sweet.
"Get dressed." Benedict said swatting my bum, making me giggle. We quickly dressed over selves, and we were out the door. The cool spring night air was refreshing. We ran to Benedict's red convertible, quickly getting in, making our way for the highway. Benedict opened the shader, and plugged his phone into the stereo, turning the music up high. I took a quick look through his music, and it made me laugh. His music ranged from The Who all the way to Lady GaGa. Benedict put his music on shuffle, and the first song that came on was Womanizer by Brittany Spears, making me laugh even louder.
"What's so funny?" Benedict asked smiling.
"This song... this is song reminds me of you." I said looking at him. A big smile crept on his smile.
"Really?" Benedict asked with a look of disbelief.
"Of course. The song fits you perfectly. A womanizer, a man that makes the girls go wild." I said laughing.
"You think I drive girls crazy?"
"You drive me crazy." I said raising an eyebrow. Benedict laughed, entwining his fingers with mine.
"Good." Benedict said speeding up, the wind blowing through our hair. I looked at Benedict, the smile on his face made him look like those carefree teenagers straight out of a 80's movie. So beautiful and happy, forgetting all the problems in the world, focusing solely on what happening now. I started singing along to the song, without a care in the world.
Womanizer, Woman, Womanizer
You're a Womanizer, oh Womanizer oh
You're a Womanizer, baby
You you you are, You you you are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer
"You're my womanizer." I said when the song ended.
"All yours." Benedict said squeezing my hand slightly, making me smile. An Arctic Monkey's song come on, and I laid back, closing my eyes, listening the beautiful voice of Alex Turner.
Our journey ended quicker than I expected. We were at park, illuminated solely by street lights. There was a river, and a white bridge that went over it, the bridge surrounded by flowers. It was beautiful. I felt I was in a Disney story, and Benedict was my prince charming. Benedict drove close to the bridge, stopping just by the entrance, turning on some classical music, some of which I didn't recognize. Most of the pieces of played on the violin, and the violin is my favorite instrument, making this night more beautiful. I got out the car, and I inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh air.
"This place is beautiful." I whispered getting out.
"I'm glad you like it. I come here a lot, it helps me think. It doesn't look like this all the time, but I thought it would be nice to decorate it a bit for my beautiful girlfriend."
"This is all your doing?" I said, my mouth gaping. Benedict nodded, and I smiled, hugging tightly, feeling his heartbeat increase slightly.
The violin music added a very nice and romantic ambiance. I had to constantly reminding myself that I wasn't in a movie, that this was real, no matter how unbelievable it was.
"I love the sound of a violin. It creates such outstandingly beautiful music." I said twirling in my place.
"Indeed it is." Benedict said, catching me from behind, swaying us both side to side.
"Do you still play?" I asked, remembering his wonderful performances in Sherlock.
"In fact, I do. I like to practice now and then. It's very calming, I can see why Sherlock loves it so much." Benedict said smiling.
"I loved the pieces you played in the show." I said closing my eyes, absorbing the music.
"I did too." Benedict said turning me around to face him. I opened my eyes again, and Benedict was looking at me, smiling.
"What?" I said laughing.
"You look beautiful in this light." Benedict said caressing my cheek.
"What, I don't look beautiful in bright light?" I joked.
"You always look beautiful, but right now, this very moment, you shine brighter than all these lights combined." Benedict said. I felt my face turn red, and an unexpected tear fell from my eyes. "What's wrong?" Benedict said wiping away the tear.
"No one said ever said anything to me like that." I said, my voice small.
"You better get used to it." Benedict said laughing, making me giggle a bit as well. Benedict planted a soft kiss on my lips, caressing my cheek at the same time. When the kiss was broken, I leaned my head on Benedict's shoulder as he placed his hands on my hips, and we danced to the beautiful violin music.
We were lost in the moment, complete silence other than the music, calming us. Our minds were in a different place, swimming in the river of love. We were so close, I could hear his heartbeat on mine, beating slightly faster by my touch. I would occasionally breathe in his scent-an intoxicating scent that should be made into a cologne. It felt like hours before the song ended, bringing us both back to the real world. I looked up at him, his eyes closed so absorbed in the moment, looking lost. I nuzzled his long neck, making myself comfortable again on his shoulder as the next song played. I recognized the song, "Grow Old With Me" by Tom Odell, a beautiful song of which I would listen to all the time. I lightly hummed to the song, closing my eyes again, letting the music take me whole. I felt Benedict's smile on my hair as he started to sing softly.
I can feel you breathing
With your hair on my skin
As we lie here within
The night
I'll pull those sheets
When it's cold on your feet
Cause you'll fall back to sleep
Every time
I looked up at him, his eyes looking into mine, singing to me. I would hear him sing softly sometimes, but never like this. He was singing to me, and I felt a tear fall on my cheek again as I remember what the song was about.
Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And all the best it could be
Just you and I
And our hands they might age
And our bodies will change
But we'll still be the same
As we are
My eyes didn't leave his as I listened to Benedict's beautifully soft voice, a smile creeping onto my lips. I could listen to him sing all day. He kissed my forehead, and we rocked back and forth to the music. His lips met mine, kissing to the beat of the music. I felt like I was in one of those romance movies.
"Grow old with me." Benedict whispered, his forehead on mine, our noses caressing each other.
"Nothing would make me happier." I replied, my hand on his cheek, caressing his sharp cheekbones. Benedict's hand took mine, and placed it on his chest, above his heart. His heart was beating rapidly, and I looked up at him in confusion.
"Do you feel it? My heart only beats for you." Benedict whispered. I took his hand, and I placed it above my heart.
"As does mine." I whispered, feeling my heart speed up at his touch.
"Salma, can you do me favour?" Benedict asked, closing his eyes, like he's scared.
"Of course." I said watching him attentively.
"Move in with me." Benedict whispered. "I know we hav-" I placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. He opened his eyes in surprise.
"Avec plaisir." I whispered smiling.
"Really?" Benedict asked, his face lighting up. I nodded, my smile turning into a grin. Benedict picked me up, and spun me around laughing before he kissed me, a kiss of love and happiness. "I love you so much. You make me the happiest man in the world, Salma Avery."
"I feel so lucky to have you in my life. I have never been this happy with anyone. I love you more humanly possible, Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch, and I always will." I said smiling.
"Always?"
"Always."
French Translations for those who didn't understand:
Tu es ravissante, ma chèrie. Personne n'est plus magnifique ni jolie que toi: You are beautiful, my dear. No one is more magnificent nor prettier as you.
Avec plaisir: With pleasure.