Benny Watts Imagines

Agent y/l/n P4

I dug through my bag almost ready for bed but I couldn't find my book on Moscow tournaments anywhere in my bag, so I gave up and wandered through the suite looking for it

"Darling? You seen my Moscow Invitational 1956 to 66 book?" I asked

"You don't have to call me that Benny"

"Yeah well, you won't tell me your real name so." I complained as I looked but couldn't find it anywhere "I didn't shove it in your bag did I?" I asked heading into her room to look but I stopped short as she sat on top of her bed the geometric pattern covers below her, her back against the wooden headboard, her hair pulled back into a tight long braid where it was clearly wet from her shower, a little makeup on her face a dagger-sharp eyeliner and we'll lined red lips, she wore this little black silk babydoll with spaghetti straps and lace that lined the cleavage and bottom hem, it hugged her closely proving she wore nothing below it her cleavage impressive to the point o couldn't stop staring, her long smooth legs down the bed almost seductively. A book in her hand. She glanced up given how I'd just kinda stopped

"Yes?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh.... Boob- book. My book. Do you have my book?"

"Which book?"

"Moscow Invitational 1956 to 66'

"This one?' she asks holding the book she had in hand

"Yes"

"Fine." She sighed closing it and handing it over "That all?"

"Yeah, thanks darling," I told her quickly bolting to my own bed

"Don't need to call me that Benny" she laughs

I quickly got into bed and buried my head in my book trying not to worry about everything given I had my first game tomorrow morning, it was an off-record game and didn't mean anything as far as the invitational goes as its mostly just a party for everyone to meet one another but I always liked to hold my own as it wasn't exactly the best idea to completely fall ass over tit in the practice go. 

"Goodnight Benny" she calls from her room 

"Ah goodnight" I called back 

"Don't stay up too late you've got your match tomorrow"

"I know! I'll go to bed when I'm finished researching"

"Alright, Night"

"Night" 

soon enough I saw the light for her room turn off plunging beyond my bedroom into utter darkness with only my lamp beside me to light my book, I did read for a while and even plaid a small game with myself before heading to bed. 

I woke up groggy and already kinda fucked sitting up and rubbing my eyes my body screaming for coffee, 

"You are the deepest sleeper I have ever met" A voice spoke up I for a moment was very confused before I glanced to the source and saw her in my bed next to me with a book in her hand dressed in her black stockings, a small skin tight white dress with black lining, her hair still in curlers as she sat beside me in the bed as she read, her make up already done the same as yesterday 

"ah!" I jumped "What are you doing in my bed?"

"I got bored waiting for you" she shrugs "My alarm went off at four I got bored waiting for you to get up, I have actually checked you were dead about five times,  did you know you just kinda stop breathing sometimes while your sleeping?" 

"I did not, What time is it?" 

"Half six"

"Oh, Wake me at eight" I sighed laying back down

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"No, I gave up trying to wake you. You slept through everything" she sighed "Come on you need a shower" she says

"You're not my girlfriend you know. You don't have responsibility over me"

"No but I have to be seen with you to give the illusion so shower." she says heading out into the suite "and fast or we'll miss breakfast"