Will You Love Me? : The Golden Years

Chapter 12

"Cut! Alright, take a lunch everyone!" Ben let out a deep sigh and ruffled his hair. "Hey," you said, as you walked up to him, "you know I am the one that has to fix that when we come back, right?" He gave you an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, love. I just hate this damn hair."

You took his hand and led him off of the Baker Street set. "Come on, let's get some food in you, grumpy old man." He chuckled, then tugged you to his side. "Who are you calling an old man?" He asked. "I don't think an old man can make you scream the way I did last night."

"Ben!" You gasped with a wide smile. He laughed and led the two of you over to the catering table. "Did you call Tom?" He asked. You nodded and told him, "Yup. He got the kids home safely. He said Em had some trouble breathing, but Nate got her back in order. He's not thrilled about this, you know."

He sighed and said, "Yeah, well, he's going to have to deal with it. Someone needs to be at the house with Em at all times and Tom was the first offer. I'm still trying to hire a nurse, but none of them seem quite right."

The kids were in London with their Uncle Tom because school was going to be starting up again soon. Neither of you could leave set, so when Ben was expressing his worry to Tom because of Em's state, he jumped at the chance of taking care of them. 

Tom is Scar's Godfather, so he and her are really close. The rest of the kids love him, but Nate didn't want to be baby sat. Normally, Ben wouldn't mind them staying alone with Nate and Em in charge, but since Em just got discharged from the hospital, he wanted that extra support with them. 

Filming wraps up in just a few days so it was go big or go home time, especially since this is the final season of Sherlock. Everyone was trying to make it the best one yet. There wasn't totally anytime for you and Ben to just stop and take a break. 

Life has been non-stop and fast paced these past few weeks. 

"Right, I'm going to wolf this down and try and get a nap in," Ben told you. "Care to join?" He stuck his hand out to you and you took it without hesitation. If there's one thing you both need right now...it's a nap.

**

3 Days Later

"These past several years have been incredibly special," Steven told everyone who was gathered around with champagne glasses in their hands. "Thank you to Mark and to Sue and to everyone involved in making this series possible. I don't think I'm forgetting anyone...oh yeah, and those two sods over there."

Everyone laughed when he pointed to Ben and Martin. "To Sherlock Holmes and John Watson," Mark said as he lifted his glass and everyone followed his lead. "To Baker Street, to Mrs. Hudson, to Mary, to Molly, to the producers, directors, make up artists, to everyone...thank you." 

"Cheers!" They all shouted and clinked glasses before taking a swig. After that, music started playing in 221B where you were all standing. Ben turned to you with a sad smile. "This is where we started," he said. "You and me." 

You smirked, then put your hand on the back of his head and brought him down for a kiss. When he pulled away, he took yours and his drinks and set it on a nearby table. "Come with me," he said lowly into your ear, before taking your hand and leading you into Sherlock's bedroom. 

"Ben," you giggled, "what are you doing?" He shushed you, then brought you in for a kiss. "Remember what you told me a few weeks after the twins were born? When your hormones were through the roof?"

You looked at him oddly and said, "No...why?" He gave you the dirtiest smirk. He led you over to the bed while saying, "You were so horny after they were born, but we couldn't have sex yet. You told me all of your kinkiest fantasies about me. Remember?"

He had gotten you to lay down by now and he was hovering over you on his hands and knees. "Vaguely," you said. "Tell me more." You actually did kind of remember now, you just wanted to hear him say it. 

He lowered himself down on you, then said, "The first one was wanting to have a quickie at an award show. We accomplished that at the Academy Awards. The second was you wanting me to finger you under the table in a crowded restaurant. I did that to you on our second anniversary. The third was me fucking you in nothing, but that trench coat. Did that during season five. And the last one..."

He placed very soft kisses on your neck, while running his hands down your stomach. "...was having sex in Sherlock's room on the last day of filming." You smiled and put your fingers in his hair. 

"And baby, I am going to fuck you like Sherlock would if it were his first time. I remember how that interview turned you on. The one where I said he would know what to do with his...fingers." He had, without you noticing, unbuttoned your jeans, so he moved your panties aside and started gently rubbing you. 

You let out a sigh and gripped his hair tighter. "He would know where to put them...how to use them." He pushed two fingers inside of you and started slowly moving them in and out. "Ben," you gasped. 

He smiled, then nipped at your neck. "Do you remember what else he would know how to do, darling?" He asked. "Was it something with...his mouth? Yes...yes, I believe it was." With that, he pressed his lips firmly against yours while you each shedded off each others clothing. 

His kisses down your stomach couldn't come soon enough and you quickly found yourself looking down at his head between your legs. He hummed and sucked and licked, making you crumble into a mess. 

It wasn't a minute later when he stopped and came up to face you. "I need you," he growled, before kissing you passionately and slipping inside of you. You each hushed each other's moans in the kiss. 

He started rocking his hips into you, as he grabbed on to the headboard of the bed. "You've always been so tight for me, darling," he said. You couldn't process any words because this was easily turning into one of the best lays with of your life. 

Of course, Ben is all up and down that list. 

He started picking up speed and soon, you were seeing stars. He kissed you furiously before you could scream out, and then he came just as hard as you did a moment later. After a few seconds, he pulled back from the kiss, but you brought him down for another, and then another. 

You had your hands in his sweaty locks and he had his arms wrapped completely around you as you made out on the bed. "I love you, [Y/N]," he panted once coming up for air. "I know these past few weeks have been god awful and I just wanted to do this for you. I want you to be happy again." 

"I am happy," you told him. He ran his hand down your cheek and said, "Not the way I'm used to seeing." You leaned into his touch and took a deep breath. He was right, you haven't been yourself lately. 

Between everything going on with Em, this being the final season of Sherlock it was impossible to grasp sometimes. Ben placed a loving kiss on your forehead, then said, "Come on, let's get out of here. We have an early morning tomorrow." 

You both got up and got re-dressed and looking semi-presentable. The entire room smelt like sex and it made you smile. Ben wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. 

"I love seeing that smile," he told you. "Keep it more often." You turned your head to him and said, "Around you...always." He smiled, then kissed your head, before walking out of the bedroom, where you discovered the music wasn't playing anymore and everyone was staring at you. 

As soon as the room erupted into applause, you wanted to crawl under a rock and die.