Benny Watts Imagines

Again? P2

He sat there leaning on his arm playfully, he knew my fate and so did I. But I refused to give him the satisfaction. I hated his cocky sly smile and almost annoyed piece movements and clock taps. Every moment every second only amused him more.

Until I had utterly no option so I gave in handing him the game and taking my glass to sip my juice.

He smirked and reset the clock fiddling with his rings a moment as he smirked at me

"Again?" He offered sly smirk across his lips cocky confidence his voice

I didn't want to, but... "fine" I sighed, resetting the board.

This time he was slow. I barely saw his attacks but all of them I noticed far too late to control, he had me wrapped around his finger and I had to suffer the utter embarrassment of once again having to resign to Benny watts. By now a crowd of chess folks and not had gathered to watch us meaning I was all the more annoyed to have lost.

"Again?" He smirked

I knew I should leave the stupid table slap his stupid face but "fine' I snapped letting him reset the board

I pulled out every trick I knew, every complex play, everything to make him jump give him something unexpected but he had the nerve to fucking yawn at me responding to everything with his usual quiet calm as if he'd been expecting this for hours and given it was speed chess I had little time to think of anything to get back at his plays but the longer it went on the slower it got the more he watched me with those dark eyes I was just delaying the evenitable I sighed and resinged and his smirk grew

"Again sugar?"

"No Benny" I snapped

"Really?" He chuckled "alright. Fine. I was just about to make it interesting"

"I'm fine. Any longer I'll be up all night. Besides wouldn't want to keep you" I said finishing my drink and gathering my stuff

"Y/n come on one more game?"

"No thank you Benny. I'll see you tomorrow." I told him "goodnight" I nodded heading towards the elevator

"Goodnight y/n" he smirked blowing me a kiss

I rolled my eyes and headed back to my room getting changed and into bed with a book trying to ignore him.

Even if he wasn't here I was still stewing, often staring at the ceiling running through the games and deeply stewing in my anger. I hadn't even read any of my book. When the door of my hotel knocked. I glanced at the small clock, seeing it was fairly late. Now most people were in bed by now, so I got up and went to the door, opening it up and I was admittedly a little shocked to see who stood beyond my door.

He leant against the door frame dressed the same as earlier, but now with his leather trench coat over him, his hand rested on his knife's holster, his hat in his other hand slightly waving it back and forth in his hand, he smirked at me from under his hair, he looked me up and down even if I immediately tightened my cardigan around me.

"Hey y/n" he smiled

"What is it benny?" I asked

"Rematch?" He smirked

"Why would you want a rematch, you won?" I sighed heading inside my room he happily followed me sitting his hat on the side and kicking the door shut

"I didn't mean the chess game sugar" he smirked grabbing my cardigan pulling me tight into his chest rubbing his nose against my own "so? Shall we continue where we left off in Ottawa?" he smirked 

"Okay" I smirked 

I sighed looking up at the ceiling getting my breath back my body relaxed and overexcited at the same time, Benny's sweaty body beside me in my little hotel bed gasping intensely "Fuck- You took it out of me sugar" he chuckled 

"Sorry"

"No problem, little lady" 

I smirked a little "Benny?"

"Yeah?"

"Again?"

"fine" he smirked back "Give me a sec to get my breath back" he says