Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

'BostonBatch'

It had been two weeks since your date with Simon and ever since- you'd both been inseparable.
You had introduced him properly to; Benedict, Bonnie, Gaby and Oliver- they all seemed to like him, apart from Oliver and Benedict ... But that was understandable.
Every other night, Simon would take you out or bring you round to his flat and you would just sit and chat about nothing in particular.
He would always bring up Benedict and his job and such, you would always feel incredibly proud when talking about Benedict's career. But whenever he would ask you about your friendship , you just dodged the question and changed the subject - because the truth was, even though you had feelings for Simon and you liked him, he wasn't Benedict. And no matter how hard you tried. You couldn't shake him.
You did feel something strong for simon though.

"What do you fancy doing tonight?" Simon asks, sitting next to you on the sofa. You snap out of your daydreaming and look blankly at him.

"Erm, I don't know to be honest" you reply.
He drapes his arm round your shoulder.

"Well, we could stay in and get a takeaway or we could go out? Completely up to you love" he he says softly.
You look to him and smile before placing a soft kiss on his lips. You rest your head on his shoulder before he strokes your hair with his fingers.

"Simon, can I ask you something?" You ask, sitting up slightly and moving off him.
He turns to you and nods.

"Of course" he replies kindly.
You look down and fiddle with your fingers.

"It's Bonnie's mums birthday' next week, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to-I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to- but I was wondering if maybe you... I know we don't have a label on what we are-"

"Don't we?" He interrupts.
You shrug slightly. 

"Well, I don't know. We've never actually said it out loud or spoken about it." You reply awkwardly.

"Oh right. Sorry, carry on"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me- to the party?" You ask.
Simon smiles and nods.

"I'd love to"
You smile and place your hand on his knee and squeeze it.
...
"You didn't need to ask though" he states , getting off the sofa and walking into the kitchen.
You follow him and lean against the doorframe.

"Well, id have felt rude if I just dragged you there on the day"
He shrugs and turns tound to face the sink.

"As your boyfriend, I would've gone with you anyway" he says casually as he washes a few pots that were in his sink.

"Would you now?" You ask, a smile working its way onto your face.

"Hmm, yes. Unless your ashamed of me" he says, turning his head round and smirking slightly at you.

"Well, now you've said it-"
Before you could finish your sentence he'd turned round and splashed you with water.
You stand gobsmacked before laughing.

He quickly takes you in his arms and places a soft kiss on your lips. You drape your arms over his shoulders and deepen the kiss.
He pulls his lips from yours.

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?" He asks.
You smile slightly.

"I'd love to" you reply.
He then softly places his lips back onto yours.
You quickly pull your phone from your bag.