Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Waking Up Next To You

Your eyes open slowly, feeling Benedict's chest rising and falling beneath your arm that was draped over him. You smile to yourself as you lift your chin up so that you were looking at him.
He was fast asleep, his mouth partly open as he breaths silently. His eyebrows were moving slightly, something that always happens when he's dreaming. You slowly bring your hand up to his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, admiring every inch of his face before you move over to your pillow, still facing him.
You lie on your side, gazing at him.

"Stop staring" he whispers, a smile creeping it's way onto his face.

"Shut up" you whisper, chuckling. Benedict's eyes flutter open before his eyes meet yours, a smile on his face.

"Morning" he whispers. You mirror his smile

"Morning" you reply softly.
Benedict slowly brings his hand up to your cheek, stroking it softly before tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
He slowly moves closer to you before slowly placing a kiss on your lips and moving himself so that he was hovering over you.

"I love you" you whisper as he lies over you, stroking your cheek. Benedict smiles before kissing you again.

"I love you too" he replies softly, lying next to you again.

"Don't you need to be at work?" You ask, a sudden feel of panic over come you as you quickly sit up in bed.
Benedict quickly pulls you back so that you were lay back down as you chuckle softly.
He smiles at you before you kiss his cheek softly. You slowly reach across him, picking up up his shirt from the floor next to him, and shoving it on.

"I much prefer you without a shirt" he says cheekily, trying to tug the shirt off you. You chuckle before you straddle him, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"Are we really doing this?" You whisper, your forehead lightly pressed to Benedict's. Benedict slowly kisses you before nodding.

"Well we've waited long enough haven't we?" You joke, laughing. Benedict chuckles before sitting upright, looking at you.

"Your so beautiful" he whispers, admiring your face.

"Your a lucky guy" you joke, smirking. Benedict smiles softly before quickly moving so that you were lay on your back with him over you.
You smile softly, entwining your fingers in his curls before he showers your face and neck with soft kisses.
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You sit upright in bed with Benedict's arm draped over shoulder and your head on his shoulder.
You were both just talking about Bonnie and Benedict's fans and such but with him playing with your hair every now and again and with him spontaneously kissing you, it just made everything all the more special.

"When are we going to tell people?" you whisper suddenly. Benedict removes his arm from around you before turning to you. You cross your legs in front of you

"who really needs to know right now?" Benedict asks, entwining his fingers with yours.
You look at his fingers and nod slightly

"I just don't want people to find out through the press or something-"

"Y/N, the press aren't going to find out until I tell them" he interrupts, stroking your hand softly. You smile faintly and nod

"Okay?" He says softly. You smile and nod before leaning forward and kissing his soft lips.

"When do you think we should tell everyone though?" You ask, rubbing your bottom lip nervously. Benedict shakes his head before slowly reaching and pulling you onto his lap. you look up at him as he absently plays with your hair before sighing