Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

The Dinner

One month later.
Tonight was the night that Benedict was having Sophie over so that the two of you could meet properly. Gaby had met Sophie earlier with Benedict, and had told you that she was lovely.
Benedict was more worried about you meeting her, especially seeing as you two had a history and this was a big step for you- accepting his new family.

you settle with a blue dress with black polka dots with a collar, and some tights.
you walk downstairs and see Benedict putting some product in his Curley hair

"What are you doing?"
You ask laughing, Benedict looks up at you quickly

"Nothing... I just ... Er"
he looked at the gel in his hands

"Want some help?"
You ask, walking toward him. He nods.

"Since when do you wear hair gel?" You joke. Benedict shrugs and smiles slightly.

"Well it's going to be a nice dinner so I want to look decent" he says anxiously, as he sits down on the stool in front of the mirror.

"Right. Instead of having it all Sherlock why don't we go for something abit classier." You reply, grabbing the brush and gently pushing his hair back.

"You look ravishing by the way miss Y/S/N." He says with a put-on posh accent , looking at you through the mirror.
You curtesy, making him laugh.
You brush all the curls back so that he is left with a slight quiff.

"There we are"
You say proudly, placing the brush back where You found it, and admiring your work.

"Thanks Y/N" he replies, smiling.
You place your hand on his right shoulder and smile at him through the mirror. He brings up his right hand and places it over yours, and smiles back at you warmly.
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"What time should she be here?"
You ask, setting the table in the dining room. Benedict pops his head round the door and looks at his watch

"Ermm about 20 minutes."
He says anxiously before going back into the kitchen.
You nod to yourself and carry on setting the table.

"Anything else I can do?"
You ask as you walk into the kitchen. Benedict was stirring the soup in the pan and necking a glass of wine.

"Nope" he said, popping the 'p' as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Ben, let me help you - you look worried as anything, come on" you reply, walking over to him and shoving him out of the way playfully so that you could take over from him stirring some soup.

"Ok, well could you just watch the soup?" He asks, trying to open a jar of sauce. You nod before you knit your eyebrows together.

"Jarred sauce? I'm disappointed in you" you joke, tutting dramatically. Benedict puts his middle finger up at you as he continues to try and open the jar.

"Would you like me to-"

"It's a jar of sauce, I'll be fine" he interrupts- his face going red with anger as he cant open it.
You smirk to yourself as you continue to stir is sauce.

"Bloody hell" he mutters as he struggles.
You snort and start laughing slightly.

"It's not funny" Benedict snaps.
You could see how stressed he was getting but before you could offer to do more you heard a popping sound coming from Benedict.
You turn your head and see Benedict covered head to toe in tomato sauce.

"I just got deja-vu from the maze"
You joke, smirking at Benedict. He stands and glares at you before slowly walking over to you.