Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

I love her

One Month Later
You were lay on the sofa with your legs draped over Oliver's lap, both of you were watching tv.

"How was work today?" He asks you softly as you take a sip of your coffee. You sigh and shake your head.

"Don't even get me started" you moan. Oliver chuckles slightly.

"Why what's happened now?" He replies.

"Just Diana being a dick" you reply, throwing your legs off him and bringing them up to your chin. Oliver smile

"It's not funny. She's a complete bitch" you moan. Oliver shrugs and smiles slightly.

"It is kinda funny though" Oliver jokes, moving closer to you on the sofa. You smile as he presses his lips to yours before getting off the sofa and walking into the kitchen.

"so what's your plan for today then?" You ask, leaning against the doorframe. Oliver shrugs.

"I need to get some work done" he replies casually you sigh dramatically. He smirks and raises his eyebrow

"Problem?" He jokes.

"Big one!" You joke, folding your arms over your chest. Oliver chuckles

"Come on , you've worked for the past week, we haven't got to do anything fun or relaxing in weeks" you moan, walking closer to him.

"I need to, it's a big project that's going on at work" he replies, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I know, I know that your work matters to you but you need to take time to relax and stuff. It's not good for you to be this stressed" you reply casually. Oliver rolls his eyes playfully before placing a kiss on your lips

"I love you" he says happily before walking out of the kitchen. You awkwardly mess with your fingers and smile faintly.
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Benedict's P.O.V
I sit in my makeup chair, facing the mirror staring at my reflection. I rub the back of my neck and sigh. I still hadn't gotten over what had happened with Christopher, it was slowly killing me from the inside.
I was waiting in my dressing room to go on the Ellen show to promote sherlock.

"Mr Cumberbatch?" A blonde lady asks, popping her head round the door. I turn my head round to face her and smile faintly.

"Are you ready?" She asks politely. I smile and nod before I get off the chair and follow her back stage.

Your POV
"Are you seriously going to stand for it?" Your friend Sam asks as he stacks ham on the shelf. You lean against the shelf and sigh.

"Well what can I do? If I say anything then she'll only fire me" you reply.

"And I can't expect Oliver to be the only one bringing in income, not when I could still have a job" you add, craning your neck back.

"Hey, don't worry" he says softly, smiling at you. You smile faintly as he inspects a packet of ham in his hands.

"Your English so she won't fire you" he jokes, playfully nudging you. You smile to yourself.

"How are you and Oliver doing anyway?" He asks casually.

"What do you mean?" You reply, picking your nails.

"Well the last time we spoke, you and him were arguing a bit." He replies casually.

"Well, we're okay at the minute but... I don't know-" you sigh and tighten you ponytail. Sam looks at you, hinting for you to carry on.