The argument (Tom hiddleston/benedict cumberbatch/reader)

Phone call

You must have gotten seven or eight tickets whilst driving back to the Hotel. The thought of Tom and Spring and what they were probably doing that exact second was driving you crazy. You needed to get revenge.

"Good even ma'am." greeted the sweet old receptionist as you jogged into the hotel reception and to the lift. You nodded in her direction, and impatiently tapped your foot as you waited for the lift.

"Breaking your foot won't make it arrive any faster." You heard a familiar voice breath behind you. You smiled to yourself and turned around.

"Just the man I wanted to see!" You said, turning around and flashing him your sweetest look.

"Really? Why?" Benedict asked confused. He waited for you to enter the lift before he did, then pressed the button for the sixth floor.

"Have coffee with me." You asked, no, demanded. Benedict looked at you a little surprised at your demanding tone before he smiled and agreed. Your heart skipped a beat when he said yes. A pang of guilt hit you as you watched Benedict exit the lift and wait for to unlock your hotel door. This poor man, benedict, has no idea that you were about to use him. Even if he enjoys it or not, you're still only going to sleep with him to get back at Tom, benedicts best friend.

"You can sit you know." You giggled, seeing Benedict awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. He sat down on the edge of your bed and watched you as you grabbed your nightie and entered the bathroom.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!" You whispered to yourself. You weren't this kind of girl. You didn't sleep with Tom until you two had been together for three months. You definitely were not a one night stand kind of girl.

"You ok?" You heard Benedict gently call from the main room. You shouted back and began to strip off your clothes and put on your nightie. It wasn't the nicest. it was black silk down to mid-thigh and string as sleeves, but it was a lot nicer than the clothes you were just wearing.

You smiled at Benedict as you left the bathroom. You turned your face away as you felt it redden. You also weren't used to wearing skimpy clothes infront of guys.

You sat next to Benedict on the bed and looked at his face. Granted he was handsome, sweet, adorable and treated you amazingly, but he wasn't Tom.

"Your staring." Benedict laughed, also watching you. You blushed a little bit more as you realised he was right.

"Sorry." You said quietly, but you never looked away. The smile slowly drifted from Benedicts face as he slowly leant towards you. You felt your heart stop, a lump was at the back of your throat and your mind was, for the first time in days, blank. When his face was mere inches to yours, he hesitated. That's when you knew. You knew that you wanted to do this. You forcibly pulled Benedicts face towards you and kissed him. He returned the kiss and grabbed you around the waist, deepening the kiss the entire time. You felt Benedict push you back onto the bed and him move so he was lying on top of you, before he pulled off his shirt and began to lift up your nightie.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

"Ugh!" You moaned, squinting in the dark to see where your phone was hiding. You saw its light a few feet from the bed. You went to get up but was pulled back by a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

"Ignore it." Benedict said sleepily. You did as you were told and laid back into bed, allowing Benedict to cuddle up to you again. You were just drifting off back to sleep, finding it a lot easier now you were wrapped in Benedicts arms, when you heard the buzzing once more.

Getting up, this time not having Benedict trying to stop you, you picked up your phone and almost cried out loud.

calling: Tom Hiddleston

"Tom it's 4 in the morning!" You moaned into the phone. You saw Benedict quickly sit up as you said Tom's name.

"I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep. Knowing how upset you are...I just can't do it!" You ran your hands through your hair and started to slowly pace around the room listening to Tom, fully aware of two eyes following your every move.

"Please meet me tomorrow. We can go get a coffee, dinner, lunch, anything. Just please let me explain this whole Spring thing." You fell silent for a few seconds after Tom stopped speaking.

"Y/N?" Tom asked after you still hadn't replied.

"Ok." You said, receiving a grateful sigh from Tom. "On one condition,"

"Anything!" Tom said. You could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Swear on your entire families life, my life, yours and your career that you and Spring didn't even kiss when we were together." You ordered him with a shaky voice.

"I-I-I....I can't." You hung up the phone and threw it across the room, this time making the back come off and the battery to fall out. Benedict got up from your bed and came over to you and embraced you, allowing you to softly cry into his shoulder. He may not know what the hell

was going on, but he did know that he deeply cared for you.