Will You Love Me? : The Golden Years

Chapter 7

You hugged Ben's arm as you both walked up to the familiar set of Sherlock. It felt so good to be back, especially since it's been a couple of years. "I'm so glad Mark and Steven decided to continue this," you said. 

Ben kissed your head and said, "Me, too. I love becoming Sherlock And I love that you help out with that tremendously." You both got into his trailer to put some things away, then went into the make-up trailer, where Martin was already waiting. 

"It's about time, you twat," Martin said to Ben, who just laughed and gave his friend a hug. They started to catch up as you set up your station for both of them. You were Martin's make-up artist, also. That happened after the Mitzy accident and Martin decided he didn't trust anybody but you. 

Luckily, you get paid double.

You got them both to sit down and stop cursing each other out, before starting on Martin first. "Why does he get to go first?" Ben whined. You laughed and rolled your eyes. Fifty years old and he still wines like a baby...but still looks forty. 

"Because," you said, as you started washing Martin's hair, "he is in the first scene. You're not." Ben sighed and kicked his feet up as he waited. Once Martin's hair was done and styled, you applied his make-up, then sent him on his way. 

Next was your husband's turn. He got up and plopped himself down into the hair washing chair. You scrubbed and kneaded his hair just the way he likes, before rinsing it and blow drying it. You styled it the Sherlock way as he grumbled about hating long hair. 

"It's bloody ridiculous, I can never control it," he said, as looked at himself in the mirror. You turned to him after grabbing a few things from your make-up bag and said, "I think it's sexy." You straddled his lap, then started applying some of the make-up.

He put his hands on your thighs, then said, "But it's a pain in the arse." You ran some blush across his cheek as you said, "It gives me something to hold on to." That made him smile and you could feel him getting hard. 

"Do you like holding it when I'm going down on you, or when I'm riding you hard and fast?" He purred. You fumbled with the make-up a bit, but then composed yourself and told him, "Both." He let out a deep rumbling chuckle from his chest.

You continued putting on the make-up, then made him go change into his costume once he was done. As he did that, you buckled your handy-dandy make-up pouch around your waist, put in everything your could possibly need if Martin or Ben needed a fix up, then headed on to set. 

You always loved seeing Ben in his Sherlock costume. There was one point during series five when you made him sneak home the coat and you slipped it on wearing nothing but that. Needless to say, you were holding on to his hair well into the morning.

When Mark called everyone to their places, you sat yourself down in Ben's chair and watched the magic happen. It never fails to impress you how much your husband changes from a goof ball to a sociopath. That just proves how amazing he is. 

When Mark called cut, Ben shook his head and let out a deep breath. This was not going his way. His head is usually in the game on the first day, but not today. He had found out from Conner (his little spy) that Em was talking to Tanner. 

Well, Ben got upset and confronted her about it. It went as well as any conversation would when a daughter's father, who had forbade her from seeing her boyfriend, found out they were...well, seeing each other. 

Apparently, Tanner has made the effort to drive out to see Em the last couple of nights. She snuck out, came home before anyone got up and no one was the wiser...except Conner. He was downstairs trying to sneak a cookie (but he left that bit out) when he saw her.

Nevertheless, Ben yelled at Em, Em yelled back and his mind has been jumbled ever since. He asked Nate to make sure she didn't go out while you and him were at work and that if she tried anything, then to call him. 

That's the reason he was checking his phone every two seconds. 

"You looked incredibly distracted," Martin said. Ben nodded and told him, "I am. It's Em. She's been seeing this awful kid named Tanner. Long story short, he has an arrest record and I forbade her from seeing him, but she's seeing him anyways."

Martin's jaw dropped. Anyone who knew Emma would never suspect her to go out with a guy like that. After a moment, he scoffed, "Good on you! If Grace were to see a boy like that, then I'd bar her bloody windows!"

Ben hummed and took that into consideration, but then knew you would never approve of making your daughter into Harry Potter without any of the magic happening. He shook his head from the thought, then said, "Yes, well, I'm just praying that this is a phase. The other night, she told me that she hated me. I'm telling you, Martin, this is getting out of hand."

You went over to give them both make-up checks and asked, "What are you boys talking about?" Ben quickly responded, "Nothing," knowing full well that you would be upset at him for telling Martin about all this.

After quickly putting some blush on both their cheeks, you went back to Ben's chair and chatted with Amanda, who was sitting in Martin's. "I knew it would be hard having a daughter," Ben continued, "but bloody hell, this is getting out of hand."

Martin was no help in giving any advice. "Grace has never been that way," he said. "She's more like how Scarlett is." Ben laughed because it was true. Scarlett was already a very independent girl. He wouldn't be surprised if she never got married. 

Oddly enough, he would be okay with that.

"Unfortunately, I can't stop Em from everything," he said. "She's so grown up now, making her own decisions. A sixteen year old girl, who thinks she's in love with some twat from school? Am I in a fucking soap opera?"

Martin laughed and shook his head. A few moments later, Mark called everyone back to their places and filming began once again.