Bendict Cumberbatch Imagines

France (Part 3)

UNICORN FLUFF IS FLUFFY

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"I love you." Ben whispered, as night time came and it fell on your last day in Paris. The streets were quiet, the lights were turning on, the Eiffel Tower in your view. Everything was perfect.

"I love you too." You whispered back; he spun you around, making you giggle and spin with him. He held you out at arms length with one hand and spun you back to him with the other, your back to his chest. He kissed your neck and your cheeks before spinning you back around and placing his hand on your hip. The other hand was on your shoulder while you wrapped both of your arms around his neck. You swayed to the beat of your own song.

"Thank you, Ben." You said as you continued to sway with him.

"For what?" He asked curiously, pulling you closer and swaying with his hands tightly on your hips.

"Taking me here, everything." You whispered, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. He sighed at the new sensation and smiled, pulling you back towards him to bring you in for a passionate kiss. You smirked a little and threw you arms up higher over his neck as he lifted you up by your waist. His hands were just above your butt as he lifted you into the air, pulling out of the kiss to look at you, smiling fondly up at you. You giggled and curled one of your legs up, pulling him closer. He kissed you again and slowly began to bring you down, you wobbled a bit on your heels, but you continued to kiss him, running your hands down his torso and to his chest, wanting to feel every inch of him.

"(Y/N)." He gasped as he pulled out of the kiss, staring you straight in the eyes as he asked his next question. "How much do you love me?"

You tried not to hesitate, as you were taken aback by his sudden question; you tried to answer as best you could. "More than words can describe." You answered simply, to tell him how much would take hours, but something told you that he had time. "I couldn't be more glad that you came into my life. Without you... I don't know where I would be. No one can love me as you do, please me as you do, pleasure me as you do. I love you too much to say, and that should say everything." You smiled at the end, satisfied with your answer; he seemed satisfied as well.

"Good. Me too."

From then on it happened so fast, he put his knee to the ground and swiftly fished a velvet box out of his pocket. You gasped as he opened the box, a beautiful and shiny ring reflecting through the Paris sun. You cupped both hands around your mouth as tears filled your (e/c) eyes.

"(Y/f/N)." He paused for a second, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. "I feel like I've known you my whole life. You are the best... my best person I have in my life; and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love everything about you, from your freckles to the slightest curve on your body, from your passion and your drive, to your love and kindness. I know you like Shakespeare, and I didn't really know where to place it." He giggled, making you giggle with him in between sobs. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... I love you, more than I can say, (Y/N)." He paused, his eyes glazing over with tears as you wiped some streaming down your cheeks. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He asked, holding up the ring hopefully and staring deep into your eyes.

"Yes!" You nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, yes, oh my god yes!" With that, he put the ring on your finger, and kissed your hand. You tackled him to the ground, kissing his neck and wrapping your arms around his waist, hovering over him. He kissed back, giggling, but there was nobody around to say something, so he just pulled you on top of him. You smiled, overwhelmed with joy as you couldn't stop laughing, staring into the compelling eyes of the man that you love the most, he just proposed to you.

"What?" He asked, giggling at your over exaggerated expression of awe and utter bliss.

"I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you!!" You yelled, kissing his neck and running your hands down his chest. He smiled, he couldn't be happier. He let a few tears of joy slip down his cheeks now.

"I know." He whispered, kissing you tenderly. "I love you so much, (Y/N) Cumberbatch."

"I love you too, I think I can get used to being called Mrs. Cumberbatch."

"That's good." He whispered, standing you both up and lifting you bridal-sweep, kissing your cheeks and neck.

"Mrs. Cumberbatch."

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Comment if you get that reference

it's from the Princess Bride

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