candles and cotton | b.h

twenty two.

i stuck my tongue out at him and glared, he stared accusingly at me.

"why won't you even touch me now? you sat on my dick like ten minutes ago?"

i raised a brow, "sat on your dick? i sat on your stomach, ben, damn."

he shrugged, i rolled my eyes and took the bowl and sat it on my lap, eating aggressively as i logged into my netflix account.

"and anyways, why would i sit on your dick? i have a girlfriend, jones, and i wouldn't cheat on her."

ben scoffed and grabbed a handful of popcorn, shoving it greedily into his mouth.

i clicked play on 'the highwaymen' and the movie began.

"why'd you choose this?"

i glanced at him and took a sip from my drink, "it's a good movie."

"you've seen it before?"

i rolled my eyes and scrunched my nose, "no. but it's about two men going after bonnie and clyde, so, naturally, it's a good movie."

he puckered his lips and took another handful of popcorn, i sighed, leaning my head against the soft blue fabric of the couch.

it was about halfway through the movie, the popcorn bowl was empty and the glasses drained, i had my legs thrown over the side of the couch while my head was on ben's lap.

it seemed as though our rough conversation had ended, and we were almost normal, well, almost.

"get me more popcorn, servant."

ben raised an eyebrow, looked down at me and smirked, "no."

i clicked my tongue in disappointment and looked up at him, "pleaseeeeeee?"

he rolled his eyes, "n-o spells no,       y/n."

i frowned and resumed watching the t.v, the movie was good and captured your attention, but it didn't seem that way to ben.

he kept fidgeting and squirming in his seat, my head kept sliding up and down his thighs uncomfortably, i sighed.

"ben,"i groaned, "please. please stop moving, i'm uncomfortable."

ben apologized and went still for about fifteen minutes, until he sat up and my head plopped onto the silky fabric of my cushion.

"i'm going to the bathroom, be right back."

i groaned and nodded, sprawling along the couch, taking up as much space as i could.

the bitch is gonna suffer.

once i heard the toilet flush, i stretched out farther, my hands and feet going over the sides of the chair.

i heard footsteps and ben entered the room, both eyebrows raised as he looked at me, "move bitch."

i shook my head, ben frowned, i rolled my eyes and continued watching the movie.

then- whamp. ben sat on my stomach and knocked the air out of me, i wheezed, crossing my hands over my chest, "b-ben!"

he smiled without looking at me and watched the movie, his hands on his lap.