A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 14

A/N: Thank you all for reading, I love you all, This is my first attempt at a little smut, please don’t be too rough on me

When they arrived at the hotel, they both went to their rooms, quickly changing into something more comfortable. Lisa had opted for her pyjama bottoms and a tank top, pulling out all the pins that secured her hair, she laughed when she saw they had stubbornly curled again, she left her hair loose, whilst Benedict dressed in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. Benedict was already waiting for her when she got out of her room; he had pulled the duvet of his bed and a couple of drinks and snacks from the mini bar. When she sat down on the oversized couch he stood in front of her, “so what are you in the mood for?” he asked pointing to the television. She grabbed his hand, pulling him down next to her; she started scrolling through the endless list of titles on the movie channel. She didn’t get very far before he yelled “STOP! Avengers! Please can we watch that? I haven’t seen it yet.” He pleaded with a pouty smile. Lisa clicked on the movie and as the Marvel logo appeared she whispered in his ear, “Good choice now I can drool over Loki for the next couple of hours.” He looked incredulously at her, “So I picked the girl with a thing for villains?” she sat with her legs pulled up to her chest, “Duh, and do you know who started it?” he shook his head, “A certain villain who they should’ve let sleep.” She winked at him, he chuckled pulling her closer to him, his arm around her shoulder, her head on his chest.

In the middle of the movie Lisa looked up to see Benedict was staring at her, “What? Is there something on my face?” she sat up, rubbing her face. He took her hands in his, kissing the palm of each of them. “There is nothing, I just like looking at you.” Lisa could feel herself blush; she looked back at the screen just when a scene with Loki came back on, “Now him, I can look at him forever.” She leaned forward sitting cross-legged, her elbows resting on her legs, Benedict started tracing patterns on her back with his long finger, giving her goosebumps, “Remind me to never introduce you to Tom then.” He could hear her gasp, “You know Tom Hiddleston?” Benedict chuckled shaking his head “Of course you would know who Tom is, is he big in South Africa then?” Lisa shook her head, “No just to Marvel fans I guess. Do you really know Tom?” Benedict continued lazily tracing patterns, “Yeah we worked together on War Horse, kept in touch afterwards, his a really good friend.” Lisa leaned back against the couch, trapping his arm behind her, “I would love to meet him one day.” She turned her attention back to the movie, while Benedict pulled his arm out from behind her.

Lisa leaned against Benedict again, her head on his chest, he held her tightly against him, running his finger along her arm, she felt him move, and he started kissing her neck softly, Lisa sat up, looking at him, Benedict took her face in his hands, pulling her closer to him, he kissed the tip of her nose and then he kissed her softly on the lips, it wasn’t long before his tongue prodded her lips, asking for entry, she opened her mouth to him, and their kiss grew passionate. She was kneeling next to him on the couch, he turned his body towards her, gently pushing her down on the couch to lie on her back, and he was pressed against her, her hands in his hair and his running down her body. He ran his hand up under her tank top, lightly tracing a finger over her full breasts still trapped in her lace bra. He knelt between her legs, taking of his t-shirt, pulling her upright he started taking her tank top of, she could feel the heat rise in her face, never being this naked in front of any man before. He ran a finger over her cheek, “I love it when you blush.” She smiled at him, feeling her cheeks redden further. “I want you Lisa.” He whispered softly, kissing her again. Lisa ran her hands up and down his arms, feeling the muscles ripple underneath her touch. They were making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers. Benedict propped himself up, sliding a hand down her stomach running a finger around her navel, he watched her looking for any signs that he should stop. Lisa watched him, biting her bottom lip, nodding once; too scared to say anything, afraid her voice would betray how she felt. Benedict slid his hand into the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, cupping her with his big hand.