Benny Watts Imagines

Love you too Hun

I woke up surrounded by grey cotton against my almost naked body, the small silk PJ sorts and small silk cami top all that covered me and protected me against the cotton covers. It was warm but not too hot, a chill across me but not too cold. I opened my eyes finding myself looking up at the silver concrete ceiling of the Brooklyn basement I called my home. I glanced to my side seeing the small bedside table littered with objects. The small lamp shut off for the night it's black square base sat almost as far back as possible, the small square clock with a black face and white numbers, and the two white almost triangular hands ticking away to itself so quietly you could barely hear it at all, the small pile of books almost tethering off the table, 'Warren Pertrov's in 64 squares', 'defense and deliberation by Arthur Langford' and 'against the clock by Hamilton Yates' stacked intricately in line together, as well as the little polaroid picture leaned up against the lamp. I turned back to face the ceiling noticing how little light had yet come through the bedroom window. I glanced at the wallpaper of dark grey and green squares but moved my eyes down the wall until I turned completely to be faced with the sweetest of sights. He laid in the bed with me his head against the cotton pillow, his hair a matted bed head strewed across the pillow, his hair fluffy where he had gone to bed with it wet and it had dried in the night. His face was utterly emotionless void of expression his mouth slightly open for his gentle breaths, his eyes not squeezed shut just gently resting closed, his nose would slightly move as he would breathe though it and then put his open mouth causing his nose to slight flail in his breaths, the hairs on his face often slightly moving with his breaths too, his hand on the pillow gently but still gripping the inner fluff his silver rings and bracelet still around him as they have almost never removed as much a part of him as anything else, he had been holding in the night as he often did but I imagine I elbowed him away in my sleep as I did often do not like I didn't want a cuddle but sometimes in my sleepy state as I try to wriggle his heavy arm prevents me from turning or moving. His bare chest gently rose and fell with each of his gentle breaths, the only thing concealing his body was the small skintight black shorts that hugged his every curve not that he exactly had many curves to start with I noticed immediately he was hard which made me blush a little imagining the smutty little things he could have been dreaming off. I smiled moving down and rubbing my nose against his own "Benny?" I whispered sweetly

His nose scrunched, his eyebrows lowered and stiffened slightly shifting himself against his pillow, I giggled and moved closer resting my hands on his chest he stirred a little and wrapped his arms around my waist. For a moment I just lay contently snuggled in his arms but I smiled and leaned in giving his lips a gentle kiss for a moment no response but slowly his grip on me tightened and his lips moved against my own. Our kisses were slow and sensual often times I couldn't feel his fingers rubbing Against my skin his cold rings pressed against me, the hair on his lips and chin tickling me in off little ways where some were sharper than others, as our kisses continued till at last he pulled back rubbing his nose on my own

"Morning"

"Morning" I giggled nuzzling into his neck "I love you"

He cracked a smile, not his usual cocky smile but a sweet lovely smile only I ever got to see "Love you too hun" he cooes kissing the top of my head.