Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

The Holiday Part3

You replay the day in Your head. The way that Benedict looked without his shirt on, the way he looked when the water was dripping from his hair.

After staring into space for about three hours  you decided to and search for some food for your dinner (you were all too tired to go out for a meal). You shove your dressing gown on as You were only wearing a short white top and shorts...
Not really something you want your best friend  to see you in.
You slowly walk from your bedroom and through the lounge room before stopping after you hear a faint musical voice. You creep even slower as You get closer to the kitchen area.
You walk through the sitting room and slowly peer your head around the kitchen to see Benedict I'n a pair of boxers with a white top on singing Sweet Caroline.
You  cover your mouth to stop yourself snorting as he slides along the kitchen floor with a spatula in his right hand, singing into it as he glides.
You pull your phone slowly from your pocket, and start filming his ridiculously funny dancing. You let out a large snort making him come to a quick halt and spin round and raise an eyebrow at you and then at your phone phone.

You cover your mouth with your hand to make it look like You hadn't been watching as You pretend to be typing something on your phone. He laughs loudly before walking over to you

"Let me see that phone Miss Y/S/N," he says in a menacing tone.
You shake your head with a big grin on your face

"Nope" You reply, popping the 'p'.
He shakes his head before launching himself at you and before You knew it, you found yourself looking down at the floor , he had fireman lifted you and was running round the apartment.
You scream playfully as he throws you onto the large sofa and starts tickling your neck, making you laugh hysterically.
You hold your phone in the air as he tickles you, attempting not to let him get it but failing miserably.
ounce he'd retrieved the phone he Stands up, turns round and starts investigating.
However you interrupt him by jumping up and Leaping onto his pack with your arms frantically trying to get the phone out of his hands, but Benedict is turning quickly , trying to delete the video, both of you laughing hysterically.
With you still on his back, Benedict flops backward onto the sofa, squishing you in he process leaving you screaming into his back which was crushing you.

"Are you going to delete the video?" He says trying to sound threatening

"Never!"
You shout into the air, he shrugs and then carries on sitting on you, a couple of minutes went by and You decided now that you couldn't breathe so You admitted defeat.

"Ok ok ok fine! You win cumberbatch!" You shout as he gets up and passes you your phone kindly. You give him daggers as he does so.
He folds his arms and stands over you as you press delete on the video.

"Happy?" You ask sarcastically

"Very" he says happily before jumping on the spot making you jump also

"Ben. What's that smell?" You ask, sitting on the edge of the sofa.
Benedict flickers his eyes to the side, thinking.

"Shit!" He exclaims suddenly.
He leaps from the sofa and runs into the kitchen.

"Ben what is it?" You ask, following him in.

"I was making us French toast before SOMEONE decided that it would be a good idea to film an innocent man dancing... I think I left the pan on-"
he was interrupted by the sound of a loud alarm beeping making you cover your ears and watch Benedict waft a tea towel in front of the smoke detector which was on the ceiling. Ounce it had finally stopped Benedict stepped of the chair which he' was stood on to waft the detector and sat on it