In my tent // Benji Krol Fanfic Smut

Cops.

You and Benji arrive back at the old farmhouse after the unsuccessful attempt to get back to the camp and Benji turns on the stove to boil the water again. He looks through the fridge as he waits for the kettle's whistle.

"Hey, I'm going to the shops. Are you alright here by yourself?" He asks, leaning against the counter. 

"Yes, I'll be fine." You scoff. "Could you buy me some clothes and stuff, I am staying here for weeks after all." 

"You've got my grandfather's clothes." He replies while sifting through the cupboards to find a tea bag.  

"Ok, but I'm not wearing his boxers, and unless he has bras I need some." You chuckled while fidgeting with a small wooden duck on the bench. 

"Fine, sizes then?" He grabs the milk from the fridge. 

"Um, 70 f in the UK. Might be different here though." You mumble awkwardly and continue playing with the duck, looking up at Benji to see him slightly raise his eyebrows as he hears your bra size. 

"Yep, ok." He awkwardly replies. "Underwear size?" He adds as he pours the boiled water into a tea cup and splashes in a tea bag. 

"Uh, I dunno? Normal I guess." You mutter.  

"Ok, well here's your tea, put as much milk in it as you'd like." He smiles before grabbing a key chain and walking outside the house, leaving you alone. You sit at a small round table near the living room sip small amounts of the tea, eyeing the room and looking around at the paintings and old wallpaper peeling off the wall, zoning off into the distance. Suddenly your attention was drawn to some men speaking outside. 

"Mr Anderson Krol? Are you home?" A group of police men knock on the door and look through the front window. You drop onto the ground and quickly hide behind the leather couch and a phone table. "We have a missing persons report, we're checking every place in the neighbourhood sir." The police continue knocking. 

You reach for the landline, bringing it down off the table and placing it in your lap. You looked back up on the table and noticed a small phone book. You dragged it off the table and starting scrolling through names. 

"Arnold, Omar, Marcus, Simon... Benjamin," You read, "Benjamin Krol." You quickly type in his number, not even sure it's him. You bring the telephone to your face as you listen to the ringing sound. 

"Hello, this is Benji." Benji picks up. 

"Benji... god Benji um-," You cup the phones recorder to your mouth. 

"[Y/N]... is that you?" He cuts in the middle of your talking. 

"Yep, yes," you say desperately. "Look, there are some cops at your place, I think there looking for me, I'm hiding behind the couch."

"Um... ok, I'll be home in 5 minutes, I'm already driving back," He comforted you. You watch as the police look over at the fence connecting the camp to Benji's great uncle's place. 

"Look, we'll give it 5 minutes, if he's not here by then we'll come back another day." You overhear one of the cops say over radio. Some of the police started walking through the paddock towards the fence, others waiting by the door and looking through the window around the house. You continued hiding behind the couch, curled up with the telephone next to you, waiting for Benji to come back or for them to leave.  

"Hello sir? Do you live here?" You hear one of the police asking. 

"Yes, I'm looking after it for my great uncle Anderson Krol." You hear Benji respond. 

"Ok, we're just here on a missing persons report. Have you seen or heard anything about [Y/N], a 17 year old girl staying at the camp next door." The police officer asks Benji.

"No, I haven't sir." He answers. 

"Sorry for taking up any of your time Mr Krol, let me know if you hear anything," One of the police officers adds, radioing for the rest of his team to return. Benji waits for the team to get out of sight before walking through the front door and looking around the room for you. 

"[Y/N]?" He calls. 

"Are they gone." You mutter. 

"Yep." 

You quickly get up, seeing Benji in the doorway, his hands full of shopping bags and you run straight to him. You rush to him, spreading your arms out and wrapping them around Benji's back. He picks up his hands, the bags dropping to the floor, one of his hands wrapping around your waist, the other holding your head on his shoulder. Your breathing begins to slow down in the soft embrace of Benji's arms. Nothing but the small kitchen light lit up Benji's face as he pulled his head back to look at you, close enough that he could smell your flowery perfume you had found in one of the farmhouse bathrooms. You could feel his heart beat rise as his face got closer to yours, and then his lips touched yours. 

As you breathed heavily from the sudden motion and shoved him away into the wooden front door. Leaning on the door, breathing heavily, he switched glances between your eyes and your lips. You couldn't let him kiss you again, you had a boyfriend back in London,  but yet again it was all you wanted at this moment. You leant in quickly, shoving him into the locked door. He took your face in his hands, enjoying your soft lips. His lips parted ever so slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside, your bodies pressing against the door. You could almost taste your shared breath as you fumbled to take the white button-up shirt off of him. He started walking away from the door, fingers still through your hair as you breathed each other in. You fumbled up the stairs together, lips still interlocked, knocking each other from wall to wall with desperation. 

The smell of Benji's shampoo was dizzying, his hair soft as your fingers caressed through his roots. Warmth blossomed in your chest, consuming you as Benji lay you on the bed, butterflies flying around your stomach. 

{AHH I'M SO HAPPY WITH THAT MAKEOUT SCENE (: }