A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 22

A/N: From the kudos I received on the last chapter, I take it I didn’t mess that up, phew, thanks for reading.

Lisa was still staring open mouthed at Benedict after his 50 Shades comment, “You’re not really going to read it are you?” she asks with a shaky voice. Benedict looked up from the tray making eye contact with her; he winked at her before handing her a cup of tea. Lisa took it with trembling hands. Benedict leaned forward kissing her forehead, “I won’t if you don’t want me to.” He sat down again; taking his own cup from the tray he sipped the delicious tea, smacking his lips together. “Now that is a good cup of tea, even if I say so myself.” Lisa quickly took a sip, nodding her consent, thankful for the change of subject. Draining his cup, Benedict placed it back on the tray, he stretched out on the bed next to Lisa, lazily running a finger up and down her arm, looking up into her eyes, “So Brain what do you want to do today?” Lisa giggled, “The same thing we do every day, Pinky, try to take over the world.” Benedict laughed his eyes sparkling with mischief, “That can be arranged Brain.” He took her cup, placing it on the tray, and placed the tray on the floor, before turning back to her. He leaned over her, kissing her softly pulling her closer to him kissing her passionately. Lisa moaned against his lips, her arms resting around his neck pulling him closer. Benedict was about to pull the bed sheet off her when his phone rang. Making a groaning noise he reached for it, his hand still resting on Lisa’s stomach, he watched her as he answered the phone. “Ben morning, did you forget something?” he heard Karon rambling on the other side, and quickly glanced at his phone to check the time. “Morning Karon, I don’t think I forgot anything.”

There was a sigh from the other end of the line, “Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch! You were supposed to be on a plane this morning heading for New York, does the MET Gala ring a bell?” Benedict flopped onto the bed next to Lisa slapping his hand against his forehead, “I’m so sorry Karon I forgot.” Looking over at Lisa he could see she was getting worried, he held her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. “Well I pulled some strings, you are on the next flight which leaves in 3 hours, don’t be late.” The line went dead. “Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.” Lisa propped up on her elbow, “What did you forget?” Benedict reached up his hand, tracing her lips with his finger, “I missed my plane to New York, and it’s the MET Gala in a couple of days.” He took a strand of her hair that had fallen over her face, tucking it behind her ear, his hand trailing down her neck; he pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly on the lips. “This is so not fair, I want to stay here all day with you and now I have to go.” Lisa giggled getting up from the bed, pulling the sheet with her to cover herself. “Well then, I need to get dressed or I’m not going to be strong enough to leave.” Benedict jumped up from the bed, walking over to her, “It’s only for the weekend, I will be back by next Wednesday.” Lisa smiled up at him, “I don’t think I can go that long without you.” She said shyly. Benedict placed his arms around her, pulling her into him holding her in his arms. “Oh no, I’ve created a monster.” He said with mock horror. Lisa slapped him playfully, “No you did not, I’m just going to miss you.” Benedict hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “We will be talking on the phone every day, and texting.” He kissed her once on her lips and leaning back searching her eyes, “And there are something’s we can do over the phone as well.” With a wink he stepped back from her. Lisa could feel the blush on her cheeks, “You cheeky bugger.” She grabbed her clothes, before running into the bathroom, still giggling.

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Lisa kept thinking off their conversation that morning as she drove back to her flat from the airport in the back of the car Benedict had insisted she use. The sleek black Mercedes was making its way through the busy London traffic. When the car stopped outside her building she quickly ran into the building. She hasn’t seen Karen in a while and she had so much to tell her, pulling her keys out she heard Karen laughing about something. She quickly unlocked the door, “Karen I have so much to tell you, shall I put the kettle on?” stepping into the living room her mouth fell open. There on their couch were Lisa’s parents, their faces turned to her, smiles spread across their faces. “Surprise!” they yelled. Karen came into the room carrying a tray with a tea pot and cups, “I tried to warn you.” She mouthed trying not to draw attention to herself. Lisa was pulled into a hug by her father, “Come here kido, I missed you.” He held her tightly in his arms, her mother’s hand on her back, waiting impatiently for her turn. “Why didn’t you say you were coming?” Lisa asked, “I would’ve taken time off at work.”