The dimly lit hallway of the hotel complex was silent, save for the soft hum of the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Ben adjusted his shirt, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the door to hotel 3B. He knew he shouldn't be here, that this was a risky move, but the thought of Gwen had consumed him all week. Their secret relationship was a flame he couldn't extinguish, no matter how dangerous it felt. He raised his hand to knock, then hesitated, his knuckles hovering in the air. What if someone saw him? What if they were caught? But before he could second-guess himself further, the door swung open, revealing Gwen in a silk robe that clung to her curves. Her red hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a knowing smile.
"You're late," she said, her voice low and husky, pulling him inside before he could respond. The door clicked shut behind him, and the world outside seemed to vanish. The air in the hotel was thick with the scent of jasmine and something undeniably feminine—Gwen's scent. She stepped closer, her robe falling open just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, and Ben's breath caught in his throat. He knew this was wrong, that she was with someone else, but the pull between them was irresistible.
"I had to make sure no one saw me," he murmured, his eyes trailing down her body. "You know how it grandpa is."
Gwen's smile widened, and she ran a finger along his jawline. "I know exactly how grandpa is," she purred, her voice dripping with promise. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters."
She led him to the living room, where the curtains were drawn tight, casting the space in shadows. The room was sparse but elegant, with a plush couch and a few scattered candles that flickered softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Ben felt his pulse quicken as Gwen turned to face him, her robe slipping further off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and his gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. She was a temptation he couldn't resist, a secret he couldn't keep.
"You've been on my mind all week in that RV," she confessed, her fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt. "I've been counting the minutes until you'd be here."
Ben swallowed hard, his hands itching to touch her. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "But we can't—"
"Shh," she interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. "No talking. Just feeling."
Her robe slid to the floor, pooling at her feet, and Ben's breath hitched. She was perfection, every inch of her body a work of art. Her skin was pale and smooth, her nipples tight buds that begged to be touched. His green eyes drifted lower, between her thighs, and he felt his cock twitch in anticipation.
Gwen stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest to unbutton his shirt. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and her fingers trailed down his chest, teasing the hair that dusted his pecs. Ben groaned softly, his hands reaching for her, but she stepped back, a playful glint in her eyes.
She turned, her back to him, and ran her hands along her thighs, her hips swaying seductively. Ben watched, mesmerized, as she bent over slightly, her hair cascading down her back. She knew exactly what she was doing, how to drive him wild with desire. His cock was achingly hard now, straining against his pants, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer if she kept this up.
"Gwen," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "Please."
She chuckled softly, straightening up and turning to face him again. Her eyes locked onto his, and she sauntered closer, her movements deliberate and tantalizing. "Begging already?" she teased, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're not usually so impatient."
Ben's hands finally found her, gripping her hips and pulling her against him. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of his pants, and he groaned, his control slipping. "I can't help it," he muttered, his lips seeking hers. "You do this to me."
"Take me to the bedroom," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I want to feel you inside me."
Ben didn't need to be told twice. He carried her down the hallway, her lips never leaving his, her hands clutching at his shoulders. The bedroom was just as dimly lit as the rest of the apartment, the only light coming from a single candle on the nightstand. He laid her on the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, spread out before him like a feast.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of her body. "I can't get enough of you."
Gwen smiled, her eyes dark with desire. "Then show me," she challenged, spreading her legs invitingly. "Show me how much you want me."
Ben didn't hesitate. He shed his pants and boxers in one swift motion, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing with need. Gwen's eyes widened at the sight, and she licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his. He knelt between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was already wet, her arousal evident, and he teased her, rubbing the head of his cock along her folds before pushing inside.
She gasped, her head tipping back as he filled her, her walls clenching around him. "Fuck, Ben," she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. "You feel so good."
He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with pleasure, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss as he thrust into her. Their mouths moved in sync with their bodies, their moans muffled by their kisses.
Gwen's hands slid up his back, her nails scraping his skin as she urged him deeper. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breathless. "I want you to fuck me hard."
Ben obliged, his hips snapping as he pounded into her, the bed creaking beneath them. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—their heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, the wetness of their bodies joining. Gwen's legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she met his thrusts, her pussy milking his cock with every stroke.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "You like how my cock feels inside you?"
"Yes," she panted, her eyes wild with need. "I love it. I love how you make me feel."
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit as he continued to thrust into her. She cried out, her body tensing as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Ben, I'm close," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Don't stop."
Sometimes Later:
They lay there for a moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Gwen's arms wrapped around him, her lips pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "That was… incredible," she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Ben smiled, his hands stroking her back. "It always is with you," he replied, his voice gentle.
Gwen sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, her expression thoughtful. "We should get back before grandpa notices we're gone."
Ben groaned, not because he disagreed—just because the thought of leaving this little sanctuary they'd created was like stepping out of a dream and into a hurricane. "Yeah," he said reluctantly, dragging himself out of bed.
While Gwen slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, Ben threw on his clothes—rumpled and slightly wrinkled now. He stood in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair in a weak attempt to fix the mess. A crooked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Then the bathroom door opened with a soft click, and Ben turned—only to stop dead in his tracks.
Gwen stood in the doorway, freshly washed and radiant, her hair damp and slightly wavy from the sink water. But it wasn't her face that knocked the air out of his lungs—it was the outfit. A tiny black crop top hugged her torso like a second skin, showing off just enough stomach to drive him mad. The matching gray booty shorts barely covered her hips, and her long legs seemed to stretch forever.
Ben froze, blinking like a man who'd forgotten how to speak. "Holy…"
Gwen arched an eyebrow, smirking. "This too much for a stealthy getaway?"
"It's… definitely a choice," Ben said, swallowing hard. "You trying to kill me again?"
She stepped closer, bare feet padding across the floor as she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I figured if I dressed casually, no one would suspect anything."
Ben stared. "Gwen. That outfit is the suspect."
Laughing softly, she threw on a hoodie and pulled it halfway closed—though her shorts still peeked out from beneath it. "Come on, lover boy. Time to sneak back in before grandpa starts asking questions we don't wanna answer. You ready for the walk of shame?"
Ben pulled his shirt over his head, then stepped into his jeans. "I prefer to think of it as the walk of victory."
"Cocky," Gwen teased, bumping into him with her hip. "Let's move before we blow this perfect record."
They slipped out of the hotel room quietly, Ben locking the door behind them. The hallway was empty, the morning still fresh, and the motel parking lot was just beginning to stir. A family walked past with luggage, a man in a suit checked his car mirror, and a couple of early joggers passed by on the sidewalk. No one seemed to notice them.
They made their way around the back and approached the RV parked in the shade beneath a row of trees. It stood exactly where they'd left it, its metal frame dull in the sunlight, the door shut tight.
They crept up the steps, Gwen first, and slowly cracked open the RV's door. Inside, the quiet buzz of the fan hummed, and Max's deep breathing echoed softly from the back bunk. The small kitchen table still had an open newspaper and an untouched mug of coffee beside it—evidence that Max had either passed out early or hadn't stirred yet.
Gwen tiptoed in first, her short shorts riding up with every step. Ben hesitated, watching her move. He admired how easily she slipped back into "normal"—a casual look, an easy expression. If he didn't know what had happened between them the night before, he'd never have guessed it from how smoothly she blended in.
She threw a quick glance over her shoulder and mouthed, "Close the door!"
Ben blinked and quietly shut the RV door behind him, locking it. The click made Gwen freeze, but Max didn't stir. Gwen shot him a thumbs-up and moved toward the bathroom to "freshen up."
Ben sat down on the small couch and tried to act casual, but his pulse was still going. His shirt clung to his back from the warm morning air and the leftover tension of sneaking around. He couldn't believe they'd gotten away with it—at least, not yet.
A few minutes later, Gwen reappeared, her hair now tied up in a loose ponytail, her face freshly washed. She looked even more radiant—like she'd just stepped out of a music video, and he was the background extra still figuring out his lines.
Max finally stirred in the back, grumbling something about needing coffee and muttering about the strange dreams he'd had. Gwen casually slipped into the booth beside the kitchen table, her legs crossed and her expression unreadable.
Ben swallowed hard and picked up a comic book from the floor, pretending to read.
Max emerged moments later in his usual green shirt and cargo pants, rubbing his eyes. He poured himself another cup of coffee and glanced over at them. "You two sleep okay?"
Gwen smiled sweetly. "Like a rock."
Ben nodded without looking up. "Yeah, totally fine. Quiet night."
Max yawned and settled into the opposite bench at the table. "Good. Long drive ahead today. I was up for a bit around 3 a.m. Thought I heard something outside."
Ben and Gwen froze.
Max sipped his coffee. "Probably just some birds or something."
Ben forced a chuckle. "Yeah, birds can be loud. Totally possible."
"Especially redheads," Max muttered, sipping again.
Gwen nearly choked on her own breath, but covered it with a cough. "What?"
"Never mind," Max said with a shrug, getting up. "I'm gonna check the tires."
As the door clicked shut behind him, Gwen slowly turned her head toward Ben, eyes wide. "Did he just—?"
Ben whispered, "He didn't. He couldn't have."
But they both sat there for a moment in stunned silence. The tension finally broke when Gwen burst into quiet laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. Ben joined in, leaning back on the couch and letting the relief wash over him.
They had gotten away with it—barely.
Gwen leaned over, brushing her fingers across his knee. "Still think it was worth sneaking out?"
Ben looked at her, the morning light dancing in her eyes, and smiled. "Every second.
The hum of the RV rumbled steadily beneath them as trees blurred past on either side of the dusty highway. Grandpa Max sat up front, hands steady on the wheel, his favorite jazz station crackling softly over the speakers. The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the horizon in shades of amber and coral. Shadows stretched long over the road as the day slipped quietly into evening.
Gwen sat near the back, her legs curled beneath her on the small bench, her tablet in her lap, though she hadn't been reading for the last fifteen minutes. Her thoughts drifted, her gaze sliding now and then toward the reflection of Ben in the narrow window panel near the kitchenette. He stood casually by the sink, sipping a bottle of water and glancing out at the passing scenery like nothing in the world was unusual.
But to Gwen, everything felt unusual. New. Dangerous in the most intoxicating way.
Ever since last night at the hotel, every glance between them carried something extra. Every brush of fingers, every shared look held the weight of something secret, sacred. And thrilling.
She cleared her throat and called out casually, "Hey, grandpa? Mind if we stop for a bit? I need to stretch my legs."
Max blinked, then glanced at the dashboard clock. "We're about thirty minutes out from the next town."
Gwen gave him her best pleading look. "Pretty please? Just a few minutes. Fresh air and all."
Max grumbled something about "kids and their impatience," but finally eased the RV onto a small gravel turnout just off the main road. The engine rumbled to a stop as he leaned back in his seat. "Five minutes. Ten, tops."
"Thanks, Grandpa," Gwen said sweetly, already on her feet.
She stepped outside, the air cooler now, fragrant with pine and dust and the fading warmth of day. A cluster of trees rose just a short hike up the hill, their leaves glowing gold in the late sun. She turned and gave Ben a meaningful glance. "Coming?"
Ben hesitated for only a second before grabbing his hoodie and following. "Definitely."
They walked in silence at first, crunching gravel underfoot as they made their way into the trees. The RV disappeared behind them, replaced by birdsong and rustling leaves. Once they were out of sight, Gwen slowed and turned, her voice low. "We've got ten minutes."
Ben grinned, stepping close. "Then I'm not wasting a second."
Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling as they devoured each other. Gwen's hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his skin, and Ben moaned into her mouth, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her ass, lifting her onto him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her core grinding against his erection.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Gwen laughed softly and leaned her forehead against his. "We're so bad at pretending nothing's going on."
Ben smirked. "We're not pretending. We're just… carefully avoiding detection."
"That's one way to put it."
"Ride me, Gwen," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Gwen didn't need to be told twice. She lifted her hips, taking control of the rhythm as she rode him with abandon. Ben hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she bounced on his cock, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, the scent of sex and sweat heavy as they moved in perfect harmony. Ben eyes were closed, his face a mask of pure pleasure as he thrust up to meet her.
The RV jolted slightly as it sped down the highway, the open road stretching endlessly before them. Max was focused on the wheel, his eyes scanning the road as he hummed a tuneless song to himself. In the back, Ben found it hard to focus on anything but Gwen.
She was sitting across from him, casually scrolling through her phone, wearing one of her signature crop tops and a pair of denim shorts that clung to her hips in all the right ways. The fabric of the top was thin and tight, highlighting the curve of her waist, and her bare midriff caught the light in a way that made Ben's breath hitch. She seemed oblivious to his gaze, absorbed in whatever was on her phone, but every time she leaned forward to adjust her seat or fidget with her hair, it gave him a perfect view of the way her body moved, all long limbs and effortless grace.
Ben couldn't help himself. He found himself staring—his mind racing with thoughts he wasn't sure he was ready to confront. Gwen looked beautiful, as always, but this time, there was an undeniable allure to her. Something dangerous. Something that made his heart race a little faster, they have sex a lot.
As the RV swerved slightly around a bend, Gwen stood up to grab her bag from the small overhead compartment. Her movements were deliberate, drawing Ben's attention to the way her hips swayed with each step. When she bent down to reach the bag, the motion was so subtle, yet so teasing—her body curving in a way that Ben couldn't look away from. He tried to avert his gaze, but his eyes lingered for a moment too long, catching the curve of her back, the playful arch of her shoulders.
Gwen straightened up with a slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips, and when she turned around, she caught him staring. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice light, but with an edge of something more playful, something that made Ben's pulse quicken.
Ben blinked, a little embarrassed at being caught so obviously. He opened his mouth to respond, but found the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he cleared his throat and managed a weak, "I—uh, was just… admiring the view."
She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What view, exactly? The view of my shorts, or are you appreciating the entire package?"
Max, who had been blissfully unaware of the back-and-forth, suddenly chimed in from the front seat. "You kids stop fighting when we get to our stop. I'm driving here."
Gwen turned to Max with a grin, her teasing tone never faltering. "Sorry, Grandpa, but you're not exactly offering the most scenic of routes. I'm just enjoying the sights back here."
Ben's face flushed a little at the insinuation, though he wasn't sure if it was more from the playful exchange or from the sheer tension that had been building between him and Gwen. "Right," he mumbled, trying to hide his grin.
Max only chuckled. "Don't make me turn this RV around, kids."
As the RV continued its steady trek down the highway, Gwen leaned back against the seat with a soft sigh, arms folding over her chest as if nothing had happened. But Ben could feel the tension between them—could feel it in the air like a live wire. Every second, every little movement she made seemed to pull him in, making it harder to keep his focus. She caught his eye once more and gave him a wicked little smile, as if she knew exactly how much she was affecting him.
When Max finally signaled that they were pulling off to their destination, Ben could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. The drive might have been long, but the moment they were about to face—stepping out of the RV and into the world with the reality of their growing connection—was even more intense.
Gwen stretched her arms over her head as the RV came to a stop. The stretch emphasized the shape of her torso, and Ben couldn't help but steal one last glance at her, his mind racing. When she caught him looking again, she gave him a sly wink.
"You still staring, Ben?" she teased, her voice sweet with mischief.
Ben's pulse skipped, and he quickly turned away, his mind swirling with thoughts he didn't know how to handle. It wasn't just about the physical attraction anymore. There was something deeper here. Something about the way she looked at him, the way she made him feel, that left him wanting more.
But as they stepped out of the RV and onto the dusty ground of their next stop, all he could think about was how he was going to survive this road trip without completely losing his composure every time she flashed that teasing smile or bent down just a little too provocatively.
The night had settled in around the small camp site, the fire crackling with warmth as Max tinkered with the RV, making sure everything was set for the journey ahead. Ben and Gwen sat by the fire, the atmosphere between them charged with unspoken words. The gentle hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze added to the serenity of the moment, but the tension that had been building between them was palpable.
Ben's gaze kept drifting toward Gwen, who sat cross-legged, looking at the fire with a slight frown. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, the glowing embers reflecting in her eyes as if she were lost in thought. Her plaid skirt, though casual, made her look effortlessly beautiful. Ben couldn't help but notice the way her skin looked in the firelight, the slight shimmer of sweat from the day's heat still on her bare shoulders.
"You're staring again," Gwen said, her voice breaking the silence. She didn't look at him, but her lips twitched into a playful smirk.
Ben immediately turned his attention to the fire, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I wasn't staring," he muttered, though his voice betrayed him, hinting at the exact opposite. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on something else. But the pull of her presence was hard to ignore, especially after everything that had happened earlier.
Max walked over, snapping Ben out of his thoughts. "Alright, kids. I've got the RV ready. We should hit the road soon if we want to reach the next spot before it gets too late."
Ben nodded, eager to get back on the road. Gwen, however, lingered by the fire for a moment longer, clearly not in a hurry. Max gave her a knowing look before heading back to the RV.
"Everything okay?" Ben asked, his voice softer now that it was just the two of them.
Gwen glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "Yeah, just thinking. You know, about this road trip and everything." She stood up, dusting herself off. "It's been fun, hasn't it?"
Ben stood too, feeling the sudden shift in the air. "Yeah, it has. But—" He hesitated, unsure if he should bring up the growing tension between them.
Before he could say anything more, a sudden, sharp noise pierced the quiet night, followed by the unmistakable hum of something unfamiliar—a sound that immediately put both of them on edge.
"What was that?" Gwen asked, her voice tense, her posture instinctively shifting into one of alertness.
Ben's instincts kicked in, and his eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for any signs of movement. "I don't know. But it doesn't sound good."
A distant, low growl echoed from the woods, a sound that sent chills down Ben's spine. He exchanged a glance with Gwen, both of them immediately falling into their familiar mode of alertness. It wasn't the typical alien threat, but something about the sound felt wrong.
Ben's hand instinctively reached for the Omnitrix, but he didn't activate it yet. The last thing they needed was to make their presence known. "grandpa!" he called out, his voice sharp with urgency. "Get in the RV now!"
Max didn't need to be told twice. He bolted from the RV, his eyes wide with alarm. "What's going on?"
Before anyone could answer, the growl came again, louder this time, and a massive shadow moved through the trees. Ben's heart raced as he stepped in front of Gwen, ready to protect her, but the shape was too large to be anything they had encountered before. It was too far out of their usual league of threats.
"We need to move," Gwen said, her voice steely with resolve. "That thing's not human."
Ben nodded, already moving toward the RV. "Get in, now!"
Max wasted no time, practically leaping into the RV and starting the engine. Gwen and Ben rushed inside, and as the door slammed shut behind them, the RV roared to life. The creature—whatever it was—had emerged from the trees just as the vehicle lurched forward, its glowing eyes watching them from the edge of the firelight.
Ben's heart pounded in his chest as Max floored the gas pedal. The RV lurched forward, but they weren't fast enough. The creature let out an earsplitting screech, and before Ben could react, a large, clawed hand slammed down on the roof of the RV, rattling it violently.
"Hold on!" Max shouted, swerving the RV left and right in an attempt to shake the creature off. The heavy thud of the beast's claws scraping against the roof sent shockwaves through the vehicle.
Gwen quickly jumped to the window, her eyes scanning the night for any sign of escape. "We need to lose it—fast!"
Ben, his pulse racing, scanned the night sky, looking for something—anything—that could help. His eyes locked onto a ridge up ahead. "Grandpa! Take that turn up ahead, fast!"
Max didn't hesitate. The RV careened toward the ridge, the tires screeching as they narrowly avoided slamming into a nearby tree. The creature on the roof seemed to lose its grip, and with one last screech, it fell off the vehicle, hitting the ground with a thud.
Ben let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "That was too close," he muttered.
Gwen turned to him, her face pale, but her eyes shining with a mix of fear and adrenaline. "You okay?"
Ben nodded, his gaze flickering between her and the road ahead. "Yeah. You?"
"I'm fine," she said, her voice steady, though her hands were gripping the armrest tightly. "But we're not out of the woods yet."
Max, clearly rattled but trying to maintain control, glanced over at them. "That was... something I didn't expect. And this road trip just got a lot more complicated."
Ben gave a half-hearted laugh, trying to ease the tension. "We'll deal with it. Like we always do."
Gwen smirked, her earlier teasing replaced by a more serious demeanor. "Yeah, we make a pretty good team, don't we?"
Ben met her gaze, his heart still hammering, but now with something else—something more than adrenaline. "The best team."
As the RV drove off into the night, leaving the creature behind, Ben and Gwen shared a quiet moment. The road trip had just taken an unexpected turn, and though their connection had been growing before, it now felt like there was no turning back.
The night was still young, but Ben couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. They had just survived something together, and that kind of experience had a way of changing things. What would this road trip be, after all, if not a journey of discovery?
"Stay close," Gwen said, her voice low but earnest as they settled into the RV, the creature still fresh in their minds.
Ben nodded, feeling the weight of her words, and as the vehicle sped toward the unknown, he knew one thing for certain: there was no turning back now.