Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

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"Gooooood morning."
You drag your eyes open to see Benedict lay next to you, staring into your eyes, smiling sleepily.

"Morning." You reply, you yawn widely making him chuckle.

"Tired?" Benedict asks as he chuckles

"Yeah! A twat just woke me up." You snap, rubbing your eyes.

"And who was this?!" Benedict jokes, mouth wide open.

"I don't know." You snap, making Benedict laugh as you bury your face back into your pillow.

"Does this twat still have a girlfriend?" Benedict asks, smirking slightly. You bury your face into your pillow before feeling Benedict's full weight on top of you, crushing you.
You laugh before Benedict's lips brush the top of your head as he returns to his position of lying next to you. He slowly tucks a stand of your hair behind your ear.

"I don't know yet."
You joke before throwing the covers off you, onto Benedict.
You smirk to yourself as you walk into the bathroom.
As you put some toothpaste onto your toothbrush you feel the weight of Benedict's chin on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the mirror.

"Sorry" he jokes, pouting slightly.
You roll your eyes playfully before removing your toothbrush from your mouth and smiling at him through the mirror.

"Your forgiven." You say , smiling.
You wipe your face with the sleeve of Benedict's jumper that you'd sort of adopted before turning round, making Benedict move his head. You wrap your arms around his neck before placing a soft kiss into his lips.
Benedict moves his hands slowly from your waist down to your arse , making your mouths bump together due to your smiling.
Benedict picks you up , making you wrap your legs around his torso.
He carries you from the bathroom into the bedroom, before placing you slowly onto the bed-him lay over you.
Your lips depart momentarily as Benedict strokes your cheek with his thumb.

"Why do we always end up on the bed?." He jokes, before smiling widely at you, making you laugh.
A large grumbling noise suddenly comes from your stomach. Benedict moves off you, and onto his side next to you.

"Was that you?" He asks, chuckling. You clutch your stomach and shrug.

"Who can say?" You look down at your stomach before laughing

"Come on then, let's fill that up." He says, patting your stomach before getting off the bed, and holding his hand out for you to take it so he could help you off the bed. You smile and slowly place your hand into his.
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"I've been thinking." You say slowly, prodding your scrambled eggs with your fork.

"Oh god... This can't be good." He replies, chuckling, you glare at him jokingly

"Twat." You reply, throwing clump of egg at him, making him laugh.

"Go on then what have you been thinking about?" He says, removing his eyes from the  script he was learning, and bringing  them to yours, giving you his full attention
You pause and rub the back of your neck, your eyes fixed on the plate of food in front of you.

"Y/N?" Benedict repeats. You look up and see him waiting for you to continue. You shake your head slightly and chuckle.

"Sorry, I lost my train of thought." You mumble, smiling slightly as you take a sip of your drink. Benedict knits his eyebrows together before looking back to the script that was in front of him.
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"I can't believe that I'm letting you paint my toenails" Benedict says, taking a sip of his Scotch. You smile as you spread the hot pink nail varnish on his big toe.

"I can't believe that you don't have anything better to do on a Saturday night than sit and have your girl give give you a makeover" you reply, smiling.
Benedict had his legs draped over yours with you leaning forward, closely trying not to smudge the varnish onto his toes. You were both a little tipsy.