Benny Watts Imagines

Greatest Fear

I smiled as I opened the door to the bedroom and jumped on the bed giving the thin body a big cuddle and a squeeze

"Good morning benny!"

"Uhhh" he groans "why is your natural body clock six in the goddamn morning!" He complained

"I gave you an extra half an hour" I smiled sitting up a little

"Half an hour is not enough snickerdoodle" he whined trying to bundle the covers around him

"Come on I made you coffee" I smiled turning him to now be on his side

"Coffee is not enough" he sighed

"If you get up now we can make omelettes?"

"Can we?" He asks opening an eye to me

"Ummmm" I nodded

"With toast?"

"Lovely toast"

"Fine" he sighed emerging from the covers "on the condition I receive my good morning kiss?"

"Or course" I smiled giving him a soft little kiss which he happily returned

"Umm. my cute little biscotti" he smiled giving me more kisses

"Come on then days a wasting benny" I smiled heading to the living room

"You remarkably chipper for six thirty am"

"I always am"

"You know I read somewhere getting up early and having high morning energy Is a key sign of a serial killer," he says leaning on the doorframe in his jeans and his kimono

"Awww you'd still love me even if I was a serial killer?"

"Of course, I would." he smiled holding my hand and pulling me into his chest for a cuddle "Now where is that coffee you promised me?"

"Alright" I smiled going and making him some coffee which he happily accepted taking a few good sips "How would you like your omelette?"

"The usual please"

"Righty Oh" I smiled starting to make breakfast how he liked it and soon enough he came up behind me wrapping his arms around me to nuzzle into my neck "Ohh hello benny"

"What are we up to today?"

"You have that last game to go over, then you have a boat load of mail that needs something doing with it, ohh and Village of the damned is on tonight I thought we could set the television up"

"Sounds lovely" he smiled

After a while of doing our various works for the day often times smiling and blowing little kisses as benny sat at the table dealing with his mail as I sorted through the laundry

"Benny?"

"Yes my little sugar cookie?" he asks having another sip of his coffee

"What are you afraid of?"

"Me? nothing ."

"Liar"

"No, really I'm not afraid of anything"

"Even spiders?"

"I admit I do not have a fondness of spiders but they don't bother me, can't when you live in a basement" he explained

"Ghosts?"

"Ghosts aren't real my little sweetart"
"I think they are"

"Do they scare you then?"

"A little, ghosts can be nice but they have scary potential"

"I suppose, but they aren't real so there is nothing to be scared of my love"