Fate || BENNIFER

Shall Be Fun

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Recommendation: Listen to Water by Tyla.
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Jennifer's P.O.V

The theater was abuzz with anticipation as the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the premiere of Gone Girl. Ben and I found ourselves nestled in the cozy embrace of our seats, our bodies seemingly drawn together by an invisible force. The hum of excitement mixed with the scent of fresh popcorn that filled the air, but our focus was solely on each other.

As the movie began, Ben's hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my skin. The captivating storyline unraveled, drawing the spectators into the dramatic scenes. But for Ben and I, the allure of the movie paled in comparison to the magnetic energy that danced between us.

Perhaps it was the false sense of intimacy that the darkness bestowed upon us, or maybe it was the knowledge of Ben's upcoming nude scene in the film that heightened our desire. Whatever the reason, we were consumed by an undeniable hunger, an insatiable craving that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

Ben's P.O.V

Suddenly, and without uttering a word, Jen stood up. Her touch lingered on my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine. She glanced at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, before she discreetly made her way out of the screening room. I watched her go, confusion etched on my face.

Seconds later, my phone vibrated in my pocket, and I fumbled to retrieve it. A text from Jen illuminated the screen, the words "Women's restroom. Now." flashing before my eyes. My throat cleared in surprise as I quickly hid my phone back in my pocket, my heart pounding in my chest.

With a composed exterior, I stood up, my movements carefully calculated to avoid attracting attention. I discreetly made my way towards the exit, my mind racing with thoughts of what awaited me.

Finally reaching the restroom, I glanced around to ensure no one was watching. Confirming I was in the clear, I swiftly opened the door, slipping inside before anyone could see me. The door closed behind me with a soft click, and I wasted no time in securing it with a decisive turn of the lock.

As I turned around, a gasp escaped my lips involuntarily. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of breathtaking. There she stood, leaning against the sink, her body positioned in a way that exuded deliberate seduction. The edges of her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

Jennifer's P.O.V

With a playful smile, I crooked my finger, beckoning him to come closer. Ben's smile widened, taking slow, deliberate steps towards me, as he loosened his tie. The air crackled with an electric tension, a palpable anticipation that hung heavy in the confined space. He stood before me, our bodies mere inches apart.

"The movie wasn't of your liking?" He asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Nick Dunne is a hot man." I replied.

"Keep going." A playful grin tugged at his lips.

"But..." I began, my voice trailing off teasingly as I bit my lip.

"But?" He prompted, his eyes locked with mine.

Our lips almost brushed against each other, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

"Ben Affleck is much hotter." I confessed.

He slipped his lips against mine in what started like a sweet kiss, before opening my mouth with his tongue. His kiss instantly became intense, deep, dominating. It was full of something I could only find in him. I moaned, and pulled him towards me, my grip strong on the collar of his tuxedo. But he had other plans, spinning me around hungrily and without a warning. A gasp escaped my lips, my hands landing violently on the porcelain sink.

He moved like a flash down my body, pulling my underwear off as he went, and saving it in the pocket of his tux pants. I could see him smirking in the mirror as he slowly brought his hand down and slid it gently between my legs. Then he set about doing things to me with his fingers that almost made me black out.

"God, yes. Keep going." I threw my head back.

The strength of what was building was staggering, mind-blowing. My legs began to stiffen as I pushed against his fingers.

He gentled his hand, so I was brought back from the brink.

He slipped inside me, setting off another moan that I had to muffle with my own hand, covering my mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head as he pulled me back onto him, my upper body slightly bent over the sink. His reflection pulled at my hair, tilting my head back, intensity over his face. He kept a steady rhythm, and I couldn't prevent my hips from swaying to meet his thrusts.

I shuddered against him, my legs quaking. And when he finally slowed down to look up at me, he saw my hair was a wild tumble, and my face was flushed.

An abrupt knocking on the door shattered our bubble of euphoria. Startled, we broke apart, our eyes meeting in a mix of surprise and amusement. Giggles escaped from our lips, mingling with the sound of knocking.

With a shared sense of amusement, we quickly composed ourselves. I smoothed my disheveled hair and adjusted my dress, while Ben straightened his shirt and tucked it back into his pants.

We held back our laughter as we opened the door. The person who had been knocking was a middle-aged woman, an expression of surprise on her face. A blush creeped up her cheeks as she looked at us. Her mouth opened, as if to speak, but no words escaped. Instead, she simply stepped aside, allowing Ben and I to exit the restroom.

As we walked past the woman, our heads held high, we couldn't help but exchange a glance. Our laughter followed us down the hallway, as we made our way back to the screening room.

"My underwear is still in your pocket." I whispered.

"Oh, this shall be fun." He whispered back, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.