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9th February – Restaurant

“The bride and groom!” Martin says sarcastically but humorously as Tom and Benedict enter the restaurant. Tom entwines his fingers with Ben’s and leans in to give him a peck on the cheek. “Alright, alright. Save that for later.” Martin winks causing Benedict to blush furiously. Everyone sits around the long table; this was Ben and Tom’s family now. They order wine and water for Kami, she frowns at this because she claims that she is old enough to drink but everyone else knows otherwise. After everyone’s glasses are full, Chris proposes a toast and everyone begins to sing Tom a happy birthday. He almost forgot with all the excitement.

“Now…” Chris begins, emphasising the ‘ow’ sound with his thick Australian accent. “Luckily being a close friend of Thomas I have many embarrassing stories about him. But first the telegrams.” Martin, Amanda and Benedict stifle their laughs as a memory of series three of Sherlock floods them. Chris rolls his eyes, “Meg and Steph both wanted to be here but they are in New Jersey. Meg says, ‘Finally Thomas! Now stop moping around and get your act together. Well done to you both and remember not to break the twelve o’clock rule.’” The pair blush and start to laugh when they realises Benedict’s parents are trying to work out what the twelve o’clock rule is. “Steph says, ‘Benedict and Tom were always right for each other and I am so glad they have finally got married. Congratulations!’”

The waiter interrupts them by asking for their orders. Everyone orders and Chris stands up again ready to embarrass Tom. “I could tell you about the time he got so drunk he called me Scarlet, the banter on the set of Thor or the time he saw me naked but I think one thing is clear…” He trails and grins at Tom who is watched the question form in Ben’s head ‘When did he see you naked?’

“Tom may be a gentleman but he has done some dickish things in his time. I cannot work out if his education at Eton has caused him to be that dickish gentleman but I digress. Tom mate, you will always be my best friend forever, Jesus I sound like a teenage girl now.” The room erupts into laughter. “Next thing will be me calling you my BFF. Basically, I just want to say congratulations and I know everyone else at Marvel, as well as me are very pleased in your choice of partner. I just remember Downey shouting ‘Who’s da man!’ really loud when he found out. So mate,” He pats Tom on the arm, “Good luck for the future.”

Everyone applauds Chris and Tom mouths ‘thank you’ which Chris replies with a grin. “Now my turn!” Martin announce as he raises from his chair, Amanda sighs, hoping her partner won’t make a massive fool out of himself. “I met Ben on the set of Sherlock where he was being a massive arse.” The room is silent and Amanda mouths ‘oh god’, “Oh wait that was his character.” The room chuckles in relief. “Ben is such a charmer and everyone falls for him, I even thought Amanda did at one point. Nah I’m kidding but if you believe the fanfiction then apparently I have some close feelings for Ben which-” He whips out a piece of paper, “I have never admitted before now because I was scared that he would repel me.” Martin dramatizes melodramatically as he reads the text of the paper, obviously off some fanfiction he found on the internet. “Good luck Ben and Tom for all your future endeavours.” He says sitting down and he is applauded after being kissed by Amanda.

The guests finish their food when Tom stutters, “There is one more thing. Of course thank you all for coming but Ben and I have something we want to ask Kami.” Kami looks up; she has obviously been texting under the table. Her eyes pierce through the air as she waits for an explanation. “Kami, you have no-one and we are very sorry for that…but we want to change that. Do you want to come and live with us? Like we can adopt you or foster you or…whatever.” Kami stares in shock and quickly raises from her chair before dashing to the bathroom, Amanda follows.

Kami’s POV

Good one Kami! Just walk out, well run but whatever. On their wedding day as well! Oh god, Amanda looks angry, oh wait she doesn’t she looks more concerned…odd. “What’s wrong lovely?” She asks, I love Amanda, she is always so kind and sincere. “Why did you run out?” I shrug my shoulders, “Do you not want to move in with them?”

“No, no of course I do! But I don’t think it will be good for them.” I blurt.

“Why not? They both love you, even Tom.” I raise my eyebrow, “He does! I mean you quote Shakespeare and your only fifteen years old!”

“Doth your mother know you weareth her drapes…” I murmur, quoting the Avengers (not exactly Shakespeare) she looks confused. “Have you not seen the Avengers!” I exclaim and she quickly shushes me.

“Don’t tell Tom this…but I haven’t see any of his Marvel films.” I am shocked, how can she not that is so infuriatingly funny. Oh my mouth is gaped open…great goldfish impression Kami… “So?” She questions.

“I can get really moody, I cannot help it. I don’t want to inflict that on them.” I confess, it is true though. Once I got so moody, I pinned this ten year old boy to the wall at the orphanage. He kept shooting me with his stupid nerf gun…what did he expect?!

“All teenagers get moody! I was a right bitch when I was your age plus I worked with Dani Harmer when she was a teenager!” She giggles at the memory, “She was a bitch to work with when it was her time of the month.” I laugh out loud and lead Amanda out of the bathroom. Everyone is looking at me and I grin at the newlyweds, to reassure them.

“Okay, I would love to live with you.” Ben punches the air and Tom kisses his cheek, lingering there for a couple of seconds. Guess I will have to live with that.

Hiddleston-Cumberbatch Apartment – Third Person

Tom leads Ben into their bedroom by his tie and kisses his plush, cupid bow’s shaped lips passionately as he leads him to the bed. They both groan hungrily and get ready to break the twelve o’clock rule.

A/n edited on 11/03/15

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