Benny Watts Imagines

The Visitor P1

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Hello hello!!! For the Benny watts stories do you think you can do one, that were Benny's wife and he invites Beth to stay with us until she goes to Paris and he told us about it and we were fine with it but Beth didn't know that we knew she was coming and she is jealous of us and trying to start things with us but we put her in her place and benny is turn on by us putting her in her place. Please and thank you ☺️

I hummed to myself the sweet little song from the cinema the other day, as I worked making a fresh batch of cookies I dug around the cupboards for a good while but I was utterly stumped. So I sighed Washing my hands and drying them on my apron as I scampered across the little house and up the stairwell and across the corridor to the office I didn't bother to knock on the half-opened door heading inside. The wooden flooring dusted and swept the grey square wallpaper across the walls the small window open a crack on the wall across from me, the desk up against the window with the dark green typewriter sat there surrounded by papers yet to be sorted, the shelf on the wall yet to be stacked with items a box sat below it ready for the activity, the small table in the centre of the room where the wooden chess board sat with the cheap chess clock and a white cup with a black rim on a matching saucer, the coffee almost gone with only the thin dregs left behind the slight lingerie on the porcelain of small chunks and grit from the cheap instant coffee powder, the chess board in a half plaid game, and there he sat in his chair barefooted, his black jeans tight to his slender form, against his skin was his plane black t-shirt fairly snug where it had slightly shrunk due to him losing a recent fight with the new dryer, then his loose textured green button down, only three or perhaps four buttons done up from the bottom leaving the undershirt exposed, the glint of his silver chains hung in this opening too, along with the speckels of silver at his wrists and fingers almost as much a part of him as anything else. He ran his fingers across his top lip and be hair that graced there slightly fiddling with the ring on his hand before making a move shifting his pieces across the board, his hair unbrushed but flat where he had a shower and had left it to air dry and it remained a little damp. After making his move he caught my attention glancing up at me and for a moment a smile arrived on his lips,

"Hi sugar" he smiled returning focus to his game

"Where is it Benny?"

"Where's what?"

"My cutters."

"... In the kitchen?"

"Yes, very helpful, where in the kitchen?"

"Uuughhh... in the cupboard?" He suggested

"Benny." I glared crossing my arms

"I have no clue"

"Can I have help to find them at least?"

"Course" he smiled noting where he was in his game on his paper before getting up from his chair wrapping an arm around me and pressing a kiss to my forehead "Come on then sugar cookie" he Cooes grabbing his cup "You can make me another coffee"

"You can make your own coffee" I chuckled as we headed down to the kitchen "So where did you put them?"

"Uuhhh" he pondered having a dig in a Couple of cupboards around the kitchen before finally handing over my cookie cutters

"Thank you" I smiled taking them to continue my baking "I swear I can't find anything at the moment"

"That's just because we're still going through the process sugar cookie," he says wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling his chin on my shoulder "We're still unpacking, still finding little places for things, and it's a big change for us, our nice new house it's going to take us a little while to get used to things"

"I suppose your right"

"I'm always right" he smirked giving my neck little kisses

"Benny!" I complained as he was tickling me with his kisses "Cut it out"

"No" he smirked squeezing me tighter and giving me even more kisses

"Benjamin Watts get off!" I complained trying to push him away

"Never!" He joked

But we were interrupted by the intense bells of the phone which made us both jump

"I got it," he says kissing my cheek and stealing a bit of cookie dough as he headed to the phone

"Benny!"

"Love ya sugar" he calls

I rolled my eyes before finishing up with my cookies adding them to the oven and setting the timer cleaning up before I headed into the living room, the large windows looked out to the New York streets, the front door locked up tight, the mantle on the side wall with some of our more precious items across it, the coffee table and rug in the centre of the room with Benny's leather chair In the corner beside the bookshelf and lamp, and the two sofas across the other side's, the phone mounted to the wall near the front door, I smiled giving things an adjust before turning my attention to benny stood with the phone to his ear he saw me and smiled before returning focus to the conversation with whomever it was

"Yeah, okay great see you in a bit," he says before hanging up

"Who was it?"

"Beth." He says leaning on the wall

"Ohh? You two going to play phone chess again?" I asked

"No, she's going to Paris for the tournament next week but she asked if she could come up and stay and get a direct flight and all"

"Aww that's nice, Is she getting or hotel?"

"I said she could stay here." He says and the moment he said those words his face went pale "shit. I should have asked first... shouldn't I?"

"It's usually the way to do so Benny yes, it's alright you're still learning" I laughed giving him a kiss

"So it's okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be? We don't have any plans"

"No, but... I don't know how you'd feel about her being here."

For a moment there was silence but yet it felt like we exchanged a thousand words I simply smiled and gave him a sweet kiss

"You're my husband." I smiled, resting my hands on his chest Letting him wrap his arms around me "I don't have anything to worry about, do I?"

"Nothing at all sugar cookie" he Cooes bringing me into another sweet kiss "I'm happy to let her get a hotel if you're uncomfortable"

"I'm sure it'll be fine" I smiled "Now you can go make the guest room up and I'll make some dinner for us," I said before trying to go but he pulled me closer into another kiss which I returned happily, his hands often stroking my waist and hips as we kissed and any time I tried to pull away he simply tugged me closer again until I felt his hand slip down and take a grip of my ass making me pull back rubbing my nose on his "excuse me?"

"Yes my little sugar cookie?" he cooes

"Go make up the bed," I told him

"Fine" he sighed "I'm going." he rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs

"Umm good husband"

"Do I get a reward?" he asks leaning on the banister

"Maybe,"

"Alright," he smirked heading upstairs.