True Love (Benedict Cumberbatch)

Chapter 3

After Lucy had finished healing his injured side she walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

“Thank you for doing this…”

“Lucy, Lucy Adams…”

“Thank you Lucy” he replied, holding out his hand towards her, she shook it and he said

“I’m Benedict, Benedict Cumberbatch, and I’m thankful that I mistake your house for mine tonight as I think others may not have shown me such kindness as you have” He smiled but carried on holding my hand, and we both stood there getting lost in each other’s eyes.

Benedict pulled her towards him, not once breaking eye contact, when she reached him, Ben stood up wincing at the pain in his side but not letting it distract him from Lucy;

“you’ll make it worse i…”

“shhh, don’t worry” Ben replied, cutting her off.

He leaned down towards her wrapping one of his muscle tanned arms around her waist before using his free hand to brush an escaped strand of hair away from in-front of Lucy’s emerald green eyes. Ben leans forward brushings her lips with his, teasing her, as he moves to her ear and whispers,

“You’re so beautiful. Thank you for being my hero tonight.”

Lucy smiles into his shoulder, but before she gets the chance to reply he leans into her and captures her in the most electrifyingly passionate kiss that they’ve both only experienced in their dreams.

Benedict’s lips feel warm and gentle against hers,  she can feelhow soft they are and how perfectly the fit to her; but no matter how velvety soft they are Lucy can still feel the intensity growing behind each marvellous kiss; which was enhanced by the sense of Ben’s tongue pressing against her lips, and she willingly obliges by opening her mouth allowing him to entwine his tongue with hers. Before long they’re both exploring each other’s mouths while experiencing an intensifying heat unravelling between their two bodies.

“Mmmmm”

Lucy groans into Ben’s mouth and he responds by lifting her up by the waist and pushing her up against the kitchen wall, while Lucy wraps her legs around his waist forcing him to close the little space left between them. In doing this she starts to tangle her fingers in Ben’s hair trying to get as close as him as possible, wanting there to never be space between them again. What am I thinking? How can I feel this way with a complete stranger? Lucy thinks before pulling away from Ben and untangling herself from his body. Benedict reluctantly follows her lead by gently lowering her to the floor but keeping his hands resting on her waist; as she keeps her looped around his neck.

They lock eye with each other again, touching their foreheads together, unable to control the smiles spreading across their faces. The blissful silence surrounding them only breaking when Ben groans and releases Lucy to hold his side again.

“You need to rest” Lucy says slightly out of breath.

“Could get me a taxi? I don’t want to risk walking home and opening the wound again…”

“Taxi? You’re not going anywhere tonight, not in the condition you’re in!”

Benedict looks up slightly surprised at Lucy’s orders for him to stay here… with her.

“Oh, I just didn’t think you’d want me to stay, that’s all…”

“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but if you really don’t want to, it’s just wouldn’t want to open your wound again…” I knew it! He doesn’t like me, I mean how could he, we barely know each other! He was just using me… Oh god, I shouldn’t have let him in here, stupid, stupid, stu…

“I’d love to stay if you’d let me” Benedict says shyly, interrupting Lucy’s thoughts.

“Really? Um, well I’ll set up a spear bed in my room.” An with that Lucy walks out of the kitchen signalling to Benedict to follow her.