Nothing Is Impossible (Benedict Cumberbatch fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked Ben, flopping on the couch.

"Well, I need to go to work soon, but after that, whatever you like."

"Oh! Can I come with?" I asked excited. I've never been with Ben to work before, and I want to spend as much time possible with my new boyfriend.

Boyfriend... Benedict Cumberbatch is my boyfriend!

Ben cracked a smile, "That sounds like a great idea."

Yay!

I mentally party. "I'll go get ready, what time do we have to leave?"

I get off the couch as Ben glances at the clock.

"In about an hour."

"Okie dokie!" I walk to my room—I showered about an hour ago, it's almost ten now.

I pick out my outfit for the day. I don't want to wear anything too fancy or too simple. So I grab regular coloured skinnies, a bright blue shirt—which happens to be a Doctor Who shirt—and the keds I've been wearing lately. I throw my hair into a ponytail and put on mascara. I decide to skip the jacket today, it's suppose to be warm.

I walk back into the living room, where Ben is searching through Netflix—he's been dressed since I got out of the shower. I sit down and curl up next to him. I don't know if we'll have time to watch something all the way through, but I suggest Doctor Who. Ben doesn't protest.

The episode Rose starts playing.

***

"Well, here we are." Ben said as he parked the car. "We're doing a read-through today, I hope you don't get too bored." He sends a smirk my way.

I decide to play along.

"Oh, of course I'll get bored. I'll only be sitting through a read-through of the best show on Earth, sitting next to the most amazing guy in the world." I sarcastically reply.

"Oh? And who would this guy be?"

"Martin Freeman." I blankly state. "It's you!" I play hit him, he smiles.

We walked into the building in front of us. Ben led me into it, and down a hall to a large room. In the room was a humungous table, with scripts at every seat. There were some people seated, going through the scripts. There was a jug of water on the table, and every spot had a glass—some full, others not.

Ben walked over to a pair of seats at the corner of the table. Ben pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and he took the seat next to me. Next thing I knew, I felt a firm, warm grip enclose around my hand. I couldn't help but smile.

***

The read-through went by fast. That was all Ben had to do today, so we left. Since it was noon, we decided to get something to eat.

We went into a small café. We got some weird looks, and then I realized it was because we were holding hands. Also because we haven't told anyone about our relationship, considering it just became official.

I blushed as I heard murmurs of us.

We took a seat and ordered chips to share. As we were waiting, I could feel people staring at me. It felt weird, but Ben distracted me.

We got our chips and ate.

***

"What do you want to do for the rest of the day, Emi?"

"Did you just call me...Emi?" I arched an eyebrow. No one has ever called me that before, it sounds odd, but yet it sounds right.

"I believe I just did, is that alright your highness?"

I chuckled, "Yea, I like it. And to answer your question: whatever you want to do."

"Does a lazy day sound good?"

I smiled, "That. Sounds. Amazing."

Ben smiled and got Netflix up. I decided to quickly change. I went to my room and put on some sweats—I left the same shirt on.

I went back into the living room, where Ben was waiting—he was now in sweat pants too. Ben was laying down, so I laid next to him. I cuddled into him as he pressed play on more Doctor Who episodes.

After the first whole season, we decided to make out. Ben positioned himself on top as our lips began moving in prefect unison. He tasted like salt, like the chips we ate earlier. An electric sensation shot up my spine, and butterflies swam in my stomach.

Ben started kissing down my neck. My fingers were intertwined in his hair, I moaned slightly. I felt him smirk against my neck as he made his way back up.

I started tugging at his shirt. He was beginning to let me pull his shirt up when his phone started ringing. We pulled apart, panting. Ben pulled his shirt down and tried breathing normal. He answered his phone.

He briefly talked. He basically said he was busy and the call ended. It was getting late, so we decided we would watch Netflix in Ben's room.

I crawled into his bed and got comfy. Ben got in next to me and I cuddled into him. He put on some Doctor Who, and we drifted to sleep.

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