Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Declarations

One week Later

You place three knocks on Benedict's front door.
You hear his feet connect to the wooden floorboards. The door suddenly swings open and your greeted with Benedict wearing a baking apron.

"Doing some baking are we?" You ask, looking at his chest. He follows your eyes and smiles.

"Yeah, well I thought I'd give it a go" he replies.
You smile.
He opens the door wider for you to come in. You smile and thank him as you walk into his hallway.

"God, it feels like I haven't been here in forever." You say sadly.
Benedict nods before taking his apron off.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asks awkwardly.
You nod

"Yes please"
He nods and walks into the kitchen.
---
You were helping Benedict unpack his suitcase in his room. You were sat on the bed as he handed you clothes to fold.

"Have you thought the things that you wanted to over?" Benedict asks, rummaging through his suitcase.
You look up at him before getting back to folding the shirt he handed you.

"Yeah, I guess so." You reply.

"And?" He asks, looking to you.
You shake your head slightly and sigh

"I don't really know" you reply, laughing sadly.

Benedict walks over to the desk near his wardrobe and wheels the chair in front of the bed so that he was sat opposite you.

"Talk to me" He says softly.

"What do you want to know?"

"What are you thinking about?" He asks sincerely.

"The same thing as you, probably" you reply.
He nods slightly.

"I've literally thought of nothing else whilst I've not seen you" he replies quietly. Benedict starts messing with his watch.
...
"why you spent the night with Oliver when we were in Italy"
You rub your forehead and sigh.

"You already know" you reply, looking down.
He stares at you with a blank expression on his face.
...
"No, I don't?"

"Yes Ben. You do" you reply, your tone becoming sadder.

"No Y/N, I don't"
You sigh

"Right" you mutter under your breath.
...
"Why?"
You ask

"I wanted to know if the reason you were with him was the reason that I think you were-"

"Who I spend my nights with is my business" you reply.
He lifts his head up quickly, panic hitting him.

"You didn't..did you?"
You shake your head  before Benedict suddenly sighs with relief.

"I needed a friend, and Oliver was there. I did some stuff I shouldn't have, but I was hurt Ben."
Benedict slowly rubs his hands together awkwardly.

"Good... Well not good that you were hurt, but I'm glad you didn't, you know.. Do the do" he rambles. He looks at you sadly before placing his hand over yours tenderly.

"Benedict, You can't just look at me the way you do, talk to me like you have feelings,  and then just go and-"
You cut yourself off by rubbing your eyes.