Hiddlebatch one shot(s)

Baby Don't Hurt Me No More

A/N: *waves sheepishly* I don't have much of an excuse... Unless you count depression and laziness.... heh. sorry.

Summary: Ben and Tom get into a fight... surprise tho- lots of fluff towards the end.

Ben rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically, his face looked broken and tired but Tom seemed as if he didn't notice. Though Tom was more preoccupied in defending himself against Benedict's argument then on how he looked, but in the moment he couldn't even remember why they were fighting. All he heard were screams, Ben was probably right, but his tone was bothersome so he resented it, fighting with dramatic hand motions and large words.

"Whatever!" Ben huffed angrily, his head falling, "Sometimes I really hate you!" he finished.

Tom's jaw dropped, in all the times they had fought, which to be fair was not very often, had Benedict said that even playfully. His eyes filled with tears and he walked away, flopping on to the couch without another word. He heard their bedroom door slam shut and lock and he let out a soft whimper, "I hate you too!" he screamed back.

Surely the neighbours had heard, he was surprised no police had shown up.

~*~

Hours after their sour row Tom was still sniffing, but he was more focused on his book in his hand. He thought he had heard the bedroom door open and he figured it was Ben leaving for the night, but he didn't look up to confirm it.

The water boiler screamed and Ben removed it from the heat, pouring tea into two mugs and walking out of the kitchen with it balanced carefully.

He carried the two mugs and placed them on the table that was right in front of Tom, who just ignored him, nose buried in his book. Ben sighed softly, flopping his head on Tom's stomach, "I'm sorry, Tom." He whispered to him, Tom lifted his book up to stare at Benedict but he didn't speak before going back to his story.Ben buried his face into his stomach, placing his arms around his stomach, "Please say something." Said Ben softly into his shirt.

Tom sighed, glancing at the teas on the table, "Use a coaster." he replied simply, he tried to sound angry but his voice came out as a croak.

Benedict say anything after that, he just stayed kneeling by the couch, head covered by one arm whilst the other was draped over his waist.

Tom let out a small sigh and began to let his hand stroke Ben's hair, as if it was to say, 'I'm on my way to forgiving you.' The motion would have prove he was over it but the sigh before his motion proved otherwise.

Ben flipped his head over to look up at Tom, leaning into his touch with a small smile. He grabbed Tom's hand an kissed it, "I'm sorry, Babe." Ben cooed. Tom pulled his hand away and returned I to his book, "I didn't say I forgave you." Ben frowned sadly and he hear Tom sniff.

Ben removed his head from his chest an moved it to his neck, placing soft kisses on the crook of his neck, repeating 'I'm sorry's' over and over again. Every fibber of Tom's hand said to resent the kisses and push him away but he let him continue. Ben lifted his head and stared at Tom, "Are you crying?" he asked him. Tom found no reason in lying so he nodded, "Why?" Tom's eyes spilled over with tear and he looked away from his book, lying it on his chest.

Ben reached up a hand to his face, wiping off his tears, "Tom." he said softly. Tom let out a nervous laugh, "I'm so sorry, Tom, hey look at me, why don't we talk about this like adults. Okay? I still love you very much." his words only made Tom want to cry even more but he didn't dare show how vulnerable he felt.

"Oh really? Cos' I know I heard you tell me you hated me." Tom grunted, "To be fair, you said it as well." Tom glanced over at him, his face flushed with anger, "Was that really necessary?" he asked. Benedict shook his head, "No. It wasn't I'm sorry. But I didn't mean it, I was just..." he searched for an accurate word to represent his past emotions. He ran his tongue over hi lips hastily, "Frustrated." he finished. Tom pursed his lips, "I'm sorry as well." he mumbled, looking away.

Ben smiled, tilting Tom's face towards his own,Tom's eyes traveled all across his face, studying his eyes, the lines on his face, the freckles that peppered his face in the summer. Ben's smile didn't falter and soon Tom sported his own grin, "Why do you alway do that?" Benedict asked, watching carefully as Tom's eyes fell on his lips when he talked. Tom met his eyes again, "Do what?" Benedict let out a light chuckle, "You watch my face when I'm about to kiss you or you're going to kiss me. That's how I know you want a kiss, your eyes scan all over my face until you're staring at my lips when I talk. You did it when we had our fist date, on our first kiss, you're even doing it right this second." Tom had to forcefully drag his eyes away from Ben's face, "Maybe cos' you talk so much before you kiss me." Tom joked.

~*~

Without anymore banter Ben was being pulled up on the couch without breaking their lips for more than a second. Tom's hand pushing the fabric of Benedict's shirt to access more skin, "I guess you're not so angry anymore?" he asked, still pressed against him, Tom grinned, "Oh, I'm furious, shirt. off. now." Ben didn't hesitate, pulling away his shirt and throwing it on the coffee table, the sleeve falling into the tea.

After a while Tom's shirt was off as well, but nothing got much further than making out, Tom pulled away, a giggle escaping his lips and pressing against Ben's. He tried to kiss him again but he laughed again, "What?" Ben asked, blush running Ito his cheeks, "Nothing... I just love you." he pressed a hand to his chest, pushing his body down on the couch but then he laughed again, "I'm sorry. I am." But now Ben was laughing as well.

He pulled himself up and kissed him softly, moving towards his neck and biting down. Tom clasped a hand over his mouth, holding in a giggle, "Tom." Ben whined with a contagious laugh, "I don't mean to!" he answered laughing again. Ben smiled, staring at him with pure ecstasy, "I love you. So much." He muttered, pushing his hand into his hair, "Every time we do this we go so fast; this relationship goes so fast but right now, I just wanna slow down, I wanna cuddle with you and kiss you softly. Let's just wait to do this, we have a life time, we have as long as we want. Let's just slow down." Tom said finally, looking down. Ben placed his fingers on his waist, "I like that idea. let's take it as slow as you want." Ben replied.

And they did.

They cuddled and watched multiple Janes Dean movies until they fell asleep, completely forgetting about the curses passed between them