The bed is scattered with papers and your laptop is perched atop a pile of books as you type furiously. As usual you had left everything to last minute and had absolute masses of work to do. However, you worked well under pressure and had been typing, writing and emailing all day.
The front door closes with a soft click which signals that Benedict is home.
"Y/N? Where are you?"
"I'm up here."
You hear the sound of his socks on the stairs and two sharp taps on the bedroom door. You look up from your screen to see him standing in the doorway and grinning. His shirt is crumpled from a day at work and the top two buttons undone. He runs a hand through his disheveled curls as he surveys the mess around you.
"Been busy?" he chuckles.
"Yep. I've still got a few more pages and then I'm done. Might take a while though."
"Ok."
With that Benedict nods and leaves to find something to do. You sigh as you start typing again and concentrate on finishing this paragraph.
Less than two minutes later Ben has returned.
"What exactly are you doing?"
"I'm finishing this- Ben!"
Benedict slammed your laptop shut and stood with it behind his back. He deliberately acted nonchalant, casually whistling whilst you jumped up and attempted to grab it back. Ben neatly dodged your advances.
"I'll give it back, at a price."
"And what exactly would that be?"
"A kiss."
"I'll happily kiss you when my laptop is returned safe and sound."
"Ah. well that's the problem. I won't give you your laptop back until I get a kiss. Also, it seems that you won't kiss me until I hand it over. What an unsolvable thing. How should we pass the time until this is resolved?"
He raises his eyebrows and smirks flirtatiously. That smooth bastard. he drops your laptop on your dressing table and as you make for it, grabs you and lifts you over his shoulder.
"Put me down! I need to finish my..."
You trail off as he throws you on the bed amidst the paperwork and pins you down. You quickly glance at his face hovering above yours before he leans down to kiss you. Keeping the last of your resolve you don't respond to his lips.
"Don't be like that. I'm just trying to help you get your laptop back!"
His smug face breaks you and you pull him down to kiss you again. Even though you've now earned your laptop back, you continue to get caught up in Benedict rather than your work.
You can always finish it later.
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Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines
FanfictionA collection of imagines about Benedict Cumberbatch. I do not own Benedict, he owns himself. Titles are just basic descriptions so they are pretty bad. The imagines hopefully make up for it though! If you have a suggestion for an imagine please just...
