Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

New Years Eve

3 months later.
You hold your phone to your left ear, giggling at Benedict moaning about some TV presenter who had asked him about his sex life on live television. He didn't seem to see the funny side.

"It's not funny Y/N!" Benedict jokingly shouts down the phone. You shake your head, wiping the tears that were falling down your face with your free hand as you howl with laughter down the road.

"It's the best thing ever. When will it be out here?" You ask, stopping at the zebra crossing and turning to your left.

"If I tell you, will you watch it?" Benedict asks after a pause. You smirk slightly.

"No" you lie.

"Liar" he mutters. You smile to yourself.

"The whole world will have seen it, what will it matter if I have seen it too?" You ask, crossing the road.

"I don't know, it's just funny you watching it. I don't want you to watch me talking about our sex life" Benedict replies.

"Oh god, what did you say? " you ask, shamefully covering your head with your hand.
There was a pause.

"Ben?" You ask. Benedict clears his throat on the other side.

"Well, in my defence-"

"Oh god!" You interrupt as you throw your head back, mortified.

"In my defence, I haven't actually had sex with you in two months. that's two whole months Y/N" he moans. You roll your eyes.

"What did you say?" You ask again, trying not to laugh.

"I may have been a little... turned on at the time. They put up a picture of you when you had your sexy red dress on and then asked me about my sex life. I may have gotten a little ahead of myself." He replies awkwardly.

"Ben! Do you realise that your mum will probably watch this!" You ask, laughing through the awkwardness that you felt.
You hear Benedict explode into laughter down the other end of the phone.

"What am I going to do with you" you add, rubbing your forehead slightly.

"I've got a few ideas" Benedict cheekily replies. You roll your eyes playfully.

"Do you have anything else on your mind other than that?" You ask, chuckling slightly.

"May I reiterate, two months!" He replies. You smirk to yourself.

"It's not like it's been easy for me, you've been distracted With TV shows and chat shows and whatever it is that you've been on. I've been staring at textbooks" you moan. You hear Benedict scoff down the phone.

"Where are you anyway?" Benedict asks.

"Walking back to my room. Got a huge test tomorrow and need to revise." You reply.

"Do you wear your nerdy glasses when you study?" Benedict asks. You start to laugh again.

"Your like a fifteen year old" you joke. Benedict laughs.

"When do you come home?" You ask.
There was a pause.

"See that's the thing, I'm not sure. I'm so booked up, Karen's telling me that I might not even be home for New Years." Benedict replies, sighing.

"Oh. I was going to say that we could make up for it when you get home, but." You reply, sighing. you could tell that Benedict was trying to think of something to say that would cheer you up.

"Its alright." You conclude, running your hand through your hair.

"You know that I would always try and find a way around it but I can't put these off. As soon as they are done, I'll come home. I might even be able to get these interviews done early if I cram them all-"