Ben Affleck | The Square Affair

(to) help each other out

Their last morning together consisted of mostly lying in bed, prolonging ever getting out of it. Neither of them had closed the blinds last night so the early morning sun started to shine its light into Ben's bedroom, making it glow. (YN) kept her eyes on the dust whirling around in the sunbeam momentarily before realizing that shamelessly watching Ben sleep would be more entertaining.

Just a couple of hours ago, he had done as he had promised her and had teased her for what felt like forever until he finally blessed her with the most intense orgasm she had experienced with him. And that was it for her. (YN) was exhausted, in the best way possible and imaginable, and had fallen asleep with her breathing still ragged. She didn't think she could make those six weeks without him. Not now that she knew what Ben could do to her body. How he touched (YN) like no one ever had. He had given her a taste of what it was like to be with a real man--instead of immature guys her age--and she couldn't get enough. Ben let her shut off her mind and it felt so good to just let go.

They still knew not that much about each other, but it didn't matter. How were they supposed to get to know each other by spending just a few days together. (YN) was grateful for whatever he was willing to share with her. And that weekend was actually the first time they had gotten along uninterruptedly, let alone had done more than just have sex. Even though she didn't want to, she had showed him a side of her she usually kept to herself, mostly because she couldn't talk to her mom about how she really felt about the man she was supposed to call dad, but didn't. And never again would. (YN) was just glad Ben hadn't judged her or had made fun of her when she broke down in front of him. It was best to keep their relationship physical or it would go down the drain before either of them could say "Batman." (YN) liked what they had going on and could easily get used to waking up to Ben's handsome face on the weekends.

"Good morning," he mumbled without opening his eyes. "How do you know I'm awake?" she asked, laughing a little when his lips formed into a smirk. "I can feel you staring at me," Ben revealed and peeked at her. "Busted."

(YN) smiled and pulled the blanket up to cover her face from view, hiding the color that rose to her cheeks. "I can't help it. Have you seen your face?" Her voice came out muffled as she spoke. (YN) heard Ben chuckle before he was suddenly under the covers with her, his dimples adorning his cheeks as he looked at her. "It's okay," he shrugged. "Have you seen my body though?" Ben grinned and (YN) couldn't keep herself from giggling at his boasting. "It's okay," she echoed his own words, causing Ben to stick out is bottom lip in a pout. He looked adorable. "More than okay, I guess," (YN) added, earning herself a snort. "That's not what you said last night," he reminded her, self-satisfaction underlining his tone, and her eyes widened at the memory of blurting out to him what a turn-on he was and how he made her feel by just pinning her with his gaze. (YN) couldn't stop the words from coming out. He had been making her feel so damn good. He laughed at her embarrassment and pushed the blanket up so that only their lower bodies were covered. The ceiling fan was still spinning and as the cool air hit her chest and hardened her nipples she instantly turned to lie on her side for warmth and so Ben wouldn't notice. He shuffled closer, spooning her and (YN) loved how he draped his strong arm over her, the heat his body was giving off warming her straight away.

"Why don't you skip classes today and stay with me. Here. In bed." His breath hit her neck as he spoke lowly, and (YN) squirmed. "Don't tempt me," she said as she moved to face him again. With his arm still around her, Ben started to run his hand up and down her back. "I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two," he purred and her imagination went wild. But (YN) had to resist. She could't miss the lecture on producing today or she'd risk failing her assignment. Thinking about it, Ben probably could teach her more in terms of editing, but she was not going to bring it up. Instead (YN) smiled at him and brought her hand to his cheek to brush her thumb over her favorite spot on his face: the little spot beneath his left eye. "Teach me in six weeks?" she suggested and he checked the time on the alarm behind him on the nightstand. "I could teach you now," Ben said, his expression lustful. "I don't think I can. I'm still sensitive from all that teasing you did," she answered and swatted at his shoulder, "I'll be happy if I'm able to walk today. Even lying down I can feel how sore my calves are from tensing them so much." (YN) sounded slightly whine-y even though she had nothing to really complain about. Once he had made her come she had screamed so loud that if he had had neighbors she was sure they would have heard her.