Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Not Anymore

One Week Later.
You feel your eyes open slowly but painfully as the beam of light that was creeping it's way through the gap in Benedict's curtain hits you in the eye. You sigh slightly as you try to go back to sleep but immediately give up.
You feel Benedict's arm around your waist slowly pull you closer to him with his face buried into your neck. You were lay on your side with Benedict spooning you from behind, therefore you couldn't move.

"Ben" you whisper, trying to move him off you. He just snores slightly and carries on sleeping. You roll your eyes and try to untangle your legs from his under the covers.

"Benedict, I'm stuck" you whisper, trying to turn to face him. You manage to turn your face to look at him. You smile to yourself and adjust your position slightly so that you could look at Benedict properly. You feel the corners of your mouth turn up as you admire the way that his mouth was partially open with his eyeballs moving under his eyeballs. Sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night and when you couldn't get back to sleep, you would lie and watch Benedict sleeping soundly. You would try and guess what he was dreaming about by the expression on his face that differed each night that you watched him. Benedict's eyebrows were knitting together ever so slightly , showing that he was having a bad dream. You slowly bring your hand up to his face and lightly brush your fingers against his cheekbone, feeling his light stumble and deep creases.
Benedict's eyes slowly open before he greets you with a lazy smile before he yawns slightly, rubbing his eyes with the hand that was previously around your waist.

"Couldn't sleep again?" He whispers, adjusting his head on the pillow so that he could face you properly.

"There was a beam of light and it was basically blinding me" you whisper playfully. Benedict smirks slightly and sits up in bed.
You sit up too, trying to cover your chest with the duvet.

"You alright there?" Benedict asks, smirking as he watches you try to cover yourself. You turn to face him with a blank expression.

"Hm?" You reply. Benedicts shakes his head slightly before swiftly pulling the whole duvet back and climbing over you, covering his back over with the duvet. He rests his weight on his elbows that were on either side of you.

"Any particular reason that you're on top of me?" You ask, smirking at him. Benedict shakes his head and smiles before slowly bringing his head down and slowly kissing your lips.

"You really shouldn't cover your body up like you do" Benedict whispers, his lips mere inches from yours. You knit your eyebrows together and cock your head to the side.

"Don't you think that I notice- you always try your best to make sure that as little of your flesh is shown as possible" Benedict whispers before placing a soft kiss on your neck.

"I don't do that" you mutter. Benedict lifts his head up and smirks with an eyebrow raised.

"You really shouldn't. You're absolutely perfect, you should flaunt everything that you've got" Benedict whispers, smiling. You push him off you so that he flops back onto his side of the bed.

"You just want to see me naked as much as you can. Perve" you joke, wrapping the bed-sheet around you and getting out of the bed. You walk over to the wardrobe, leaving a very naked Benedict lay on the bed. He covers up his 'area' with the duvet and yawns as you look in your wardrobe for something to wear.
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You smile to yourself, your chin resting on your hand as you watch Benedict cook you both some breakfast. You feel the corners of your mouth twitch up when you see his hips moving to the song that he was humming to himself.
He had his hair all messy and long , as he was filming sherlock. It was jet black with no particular style to it but curls. He was wearing a plain white top with a pair of dark blue boxers that came mid-way down his thigh. You watch as he attempts to flip pancakes and smirk to yourself when he curses to himself if the pancake would slip off the pan and pure pride on his face when it would successfully land back into the pan.
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"Bon appetite" Benedict says with a mocked French accent as he places he plate of pancakes and strawberrys in front of you. You smile to yourself and pick up your knife and fork