Stars in her Eyes

The Confrontation

You pass Benedict the glass of wine and he glances at the cut to your forehead. “You should sort that out.” He says pointing at the perforation to your forehead. You shrug your shoulders and sit by him, taking a sip of your wine. He puts down his glass on the coffee table and pushes your fringe out of the way of the cut. He tuts and mutters “how could a man do this to this beautiful woman?” You sit gulping down your wine, you have had a hard day and this wine is exactly what you needed.

“You should quit. Any other magazine company would give you a job, I would in a millisecond. You should also confront your step-father, he doesn’t own you!” Benedict speaks passionately, it is like you have known him forever, and you could talk to him about anything. You can tell he concerned and that he has a tiny crush on you.

“I can’t just confront him! He is a big guy and most people are scared of him…” Before you could finish your sentence Benedict has stopped you in your tracks by cupping your cheek. You are speechless. He lets go of your cheek and gets up to grab the bottle of wine and refills your glass and his. Very soon you are both tipsy and giggling at every slight thing. “And I said to him ‘Moff you need stop giving me forty page monologues otherwise I’ll be too worn out to shoot Magnussen.’” Benedict is telling you all the funny stories about the filming of series three of Sherlock. You are both in hysterics.

You both stop and look into each other’s eyes and linger there for a second until you both move in closer and kiss. You kiss softly but then harder as the alcohol sinks in. Your tongues meet and you begin to snog, passionately on the sofa. He begins to undo the button on your jeans and you begin to undo his shirt buttons. “Not here.” You say as you signal to your bedroom door. He follows quite willingly, undoing his trouser zipper as he walks releasing the pressure to his crotch.

The next morning you wake up with your head pounding from a terrible hangover. You turn over to see Benedict lying next to you, naked but being concealed by the duvet cover. You smile and realise you are naked to. ‘I did it with Benedict Cumberbatch’ you think as you slip out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower. When you return to your bedroom Benedict is awake and dressed, tightening his belt. “Morning Ben, do you want breakfast?”

“Ummmm, no thanks, neither do you.” He drags you closer to him, “You are going to quit your job right now.” You look at him with an expression which reads both ‘maybe your right’ and ‘have you lost your marbles?!’ “Let me explain…you’ve got me now, you don’t need him or his lousy job!” He seems passionate about this which persuades you to agree. You nod and a humongous smile hits his face.

He drives you to the Stars in her Eye’s magazine offices in his black Jaguar XF. “I’ll wait outside his office, no one should notice me.” He puts on a hat, glasses and a scarf which covers his mouth. You giggle then stroll into your step-father’s office. He is sitting in his chair reading an article on his laptop. You slam your ID onto his desk, “I quit” you say. Your confidence gradually fades away he stands up; he is much taller than you and quite muscly. He walks around his desk and steps very close to you, almost touching you. You back against the wall, “What do you mean you quit y/n?! You will not defy me!” He picks up a vase off a table and smashes it against your head. You fall to ground, all is blurry and he disappears.

“B...B…Ben!” Benedict rushes in and panics when he sees you on the floor. He kneels on the floor and lays you flat with your head rested on his lap. The room is spinning and your vision begins to darken until you cannot move or see him anymore.