I Deduce Romance | Benedict Cumberbatch

22 - Cuddling & Ice Cream

A/N 

Hi! 

Sorry for taking so long to update this part... But school is over like forever and I'm so happy about that :D 

So, I'll try to write a lot this summer! I have no idea for how long I'm gonna keep this book up, so we'll see about that, perhaps I'll be able to finish it within my holiday. 

Anyway, here's a new part for now :) Hope you enjoy and please vote and comment!

~ Cumberlocked4ever 

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"I'm telling you, Amy. I'm fine," I said in the phone. Amy called me this morning to ask about why I suddenly left the party without saying anything.

"No, I don't- look, we'll talk about it tomorrow okay?"

"Okay, bye," I said and hung up.

Ben came up behind me, laid his hand on my shoulder and kissed my head.

I arrived at his place half an hour ago. We had made plans to just stay in and have some fun. London was cloudy today, and it said on the news that it's expected to rain later.

I put my phone down on the table and sighed.

"You okay?" Ben asked, squeezing my shoulder a bit.

"M-hm," I mumbled.

"Okay, I know how to cheer you up. Come on," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

Then, he let go and went to turn on the CD-player before coming back and taking out a small roasting pan.

"We're gonna make brownies," he said with a smile and turned on the oven.

"Really?" I asked with a happy tone.

"Yep, take out the eggs and butter from the fridge and the sugar is in the last drawer on the left side."

I did what he said while he got the flour, cocoa and vanilla sugar.

"Didn't know you're a baking guy," I said as I put the ingredients on the bench.

"I do it now and then," he answered while he looked for a kitchen bowl.

"This is a great idea, thanks," I said.

"For this? It's- Ouch!" he shouted as he hit his head in the drawer when he was gonna stand up after finding the bowl.

"Oh, are you alright?" I asked and stretched my hand up to his head.

"Yeah, it's nothing," he answered.

I smiled and kept stroking his hair for multiple seconds.

"I've always dreamt about doing this," I said, making him smirk and raising his eyebrow.

"Is that every girls' dream or something?" he asked as he put the bowl down.

"Of course!" I said excited.

Ben let out a chuckle and put his arms around my waist.

"You know there's something I've wanted to do too," he said.

I bit my lower lip. "What is that?"

"This mark is kind of annoying to look at," he said as his finger stroke gently over the hickey on my neck, making me shiver.

"I know, but putting make up on it won't help. But what is it that you want to do?"

"This," he replied and leaned in closer, thinking he was gonna kiss my neck, but what I didn't see, was that his hand went towards the bench, and in the moment his lips could've touched me, he threw a handful of flour on me.