A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 12

A/N: I can’t remember what Benedict’s agent/handlers name is, I think Karen (for those not sure who I am speaking about, it’s the blonde woman who is always with Benedict at the red carpet events.) So for the purpose of this story or until I can find her real name she will be Karen

Lisa felt something on her cheek, she wiped at her cheek trying to get the sensation to stop, and she just snuggled back into her pillow when there it was again. She swiped her hand across her cheek again, moaning softly. “Wake up sleepy head.” She heard Benedict whisper. She moaned softly, stretching out, feeling him next to her in the bed, “You should have let me sleep.” She said in a deep voice imitating his Smaug voice badly. Benedict chuckled next to her, running his long index finger across her cheek again, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She turned towards him, opening her eyes, surprised at how dark the room was. She quickly sat up, “How long did I sleep?” Benedict shrugged his shoulders, looking down at her where he was propped up against the head board of the bed. “I think about two hours, maybe less, I must admit, I did drift off to sleep for a while, and then I just sat here watching you.” Lisa could feel her cheeks reddening. He leaned forward, kissing her softly on the lips; Lisa reached her hand up, lacing her fingers through the short hair. She smiled up at him, “So what are the plans?” she asked, while getting up, stretching trying to relieve the stiffness. Benedict sat back against the headboard, watching her closely. “Well I have a pre Laureus awards party tonight, and would be honoured if you accompanied me.”

Lisa ran to her suitcase, opening the zips, starting to rummage through her bag, she stood looking at the contents, “I didn’t bring anything for a formal party.” Benedict could see the panic rise in her eyes, he quickly jumped up from the spot where he was lounging running out of the room, Lisa watched him leave her mouth falling open, and she followed him, leaving her room. She stopped when she came to the door of his room; she pushed the door open, looking into the room. She was surprised when she saw in what a state it was, she always thought he was so organised, the bed was made, but that was the only thing that looked organised, all over the floor was shoes, and trousers were hanging over the back of the chair, shirts and jackets were on clothes hangers against the door and hooked onto the end of the bed. The dressing table had different watches and there was her favourite bracelet. She stepped into the room, walking over to the dressing table, picking the Sarmi bracelet up, and running the smooth leather over her fingers, tracing the silver braid with her finger, she could see he was looking for something in the closet. “Aha!” he exclaimed making her jump, she dropped the bracelet; she quickly picked it up, slipping it onto her arm.

He pulled a clothes bag from the cupboard unzipping it, walking towards her as he discarded the bag onto his bed. On the hanger was a flimsy knee length black lace dress, with fine beaded patterns on it. He handed it to her, “I saw this and it made me think of you.” He said while his hand was rubbing the back of his neck, a slight blush rising in his face. She ran the smooth silky lace through her fingers, holding the dress up against herself, walking over to mirror, looking at her reflection in it. He walked over to where she was standing, placing his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them lightly. “Thank you Benedict, it’s lovely.” She said smiling brightly while looking at her reflection. He leaned down kissing her neck softly. “We should probably get ready, we have about an hour to get ready, and that’s pushing it.” He laughed softly, Lisa turned around facing him, “Well since you’re always late, I take it we actually have less than that don’t we.” She said standing on tiptoes, placing a kiss on her cheek before leaving the room to go get ready.

Both of them quickly showered getting ready in their separate rooms, Lisa could hear him singing loudly while he was showering. She quickly slipped into a matching set of lace underwear, putting on the black silk slip that was underneath the dress, she then quickly did her makeup and brushed her wet hair, leaving them to dry naturally. She knew the curly mass would look lovely when it’s dried. She then picked up the dress, slipping it on, and finishing the look with strappy high heels. She glanced in the mirror, giving a nod of approval. She opened the door and there standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows was Benedict looking out over the scenery below. He was dressed in black pants and what looked like suede shoes, a white dress shirt was tucked into the pants, his hair was combed back and she could see they were also still wet and the unruly curls were also starting to form. She saw that over one of the chairs a brown jacket was draped. She cleared her throat to draw his attention, when he turned around he gave a wolf whistle. “Wow, you look amazing.” He said smiling brightly at her. She could see a pair of nerdy spectacles was perched on his nose, she giggled softly, “I actually feel overdressed, are you sure it’s not too much?” he grabbed his jacket quickly slipping it on, offering his arm for her to take, she grabbed his arm tightly, the headed to the door. She made to grab for her camera bag when they passed it. Benedict took it placing it back on the table. “Tonight you are mine, leave the work for tomorrow.”