Fate || BENNIFER

Special Request

Jennifer's P.O.V

The trip back to California from Georgia had been anything but relaxing. Instead of basking in the afterglow of a perfect weekend, I found myself embroiled in a public relations nightmare. Across the aisle of the jet, Ben was engaged in a heated conversation with his ex-wife. The strained tone of his voice made it clear that their discussion was not going well.

On a different note, Max and Emme were growing up so fast, and their seventh birthday had inevitably arrived. This year, they had made a special request, one that I wasn't quite ready to face. The thought of them no longer wanting to share a room kind of broke my heart, but I knew it was part of asserting their individuality and independence.

It was one of those rare weekends when the twins were with Marc, and though I didn't like it, it gave us the opportunity to tackle this project.

Emme had been adamant about wanting pink walls for her room, a decision that was met with feigned surprise by us, and we were more than happy to oblige. Paintbrushes in hand, we began to carefully coat the white walls, our movements almost synchronized.

The playlist playing in the background provided a cheerful soundtrack to our work, prompting me to sway and dance as I painted. Ben couldn't resist joining in, his steps uncoordinated and funny. Our playful banter filled the room, and amidst the lighthearted atmosphere, there was an undeniable undercurrent of desire. As I focused on my side of the wall, I felt Ben's hand on my butt, his touch bold and possessive. I turned to him with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Tell me that was a clean hand." A playful smile on my face.

But Ben simply flashed me a charming smile and returned to his own painting. I couldn't resist the urge to check the back of my denim overalls, and there, imprinted in a delicate shade of pink, was Ben's handprint.

As for Max's room, well, he had expressed his desire for a Batman-themed space, and we couldn't help but feel excited. Ben had recently received the script for his new role as the new Batman, a secret we had to keep under wraps until the official announcement. The irony of decorating Max's room with Batman-themed decor while preparing to step into the iconic role himself was not lost on him. We couldn't wait to share the news with Max.

We tucked the softest Batman sheets, assembled the lamp with the bat symbol next, and unrolled the plush Bat-Signal rug onto the floor.

"He's going to love it." Ben said.

"I can't wait to see his face when he walks in." A smile playing on my face.

We still had a lot of work to do before finishing both rooms, but we stepped back to admire our progress.

"Now that you are in your element... maybe you could show me that Batman voice again." I suggested.

There was something undeniably alluring about the deep, gravelly tone of his Batman voice that never failed to ignite a strong desire in me.

"Is this going where I think it's going?" He asked playfully.

My hand gently traced circles on his chest as I tilted my head to the side, a coy smile on my lips.

"Too bad you don't have your Batman suit yet." I teased.

"I will soon." He promised with a grin.

"Just say one of your lines." I urged him.

"Men are still good. We fight, we kill, we betray one another, but we can rebuild." He intoned in his best Batman voice, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Oh, I want some of that Dark Knight." I said biting my lower lip.

Our hands fumbled with each other's clothing. Shirts were quickly discarded, followed by pants, in a rush of excitement. But I had to stop him there.

"Not here." I whispered.

Ben chuckled as we glanced around. We knew that Max's room was not the place. He took my hand and pulled me out. We walked fast, but only until we crossed the threshold to the hallway, where we had just enough time to collapse onto the carpeted floor. Any discomfort was instantly drowned out, the hardness beneath us forgotten in the heat of the moment.