He Stole My Cab (Benedict Cumberbatch Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up with the full sun shining through the windows, there was a window open and a pleasant breeze flowed lazily around the room. Just then I remembered last night and realised that I must have fallen asleep on the sofa with Benedict. Benedict. I reached out feeling for him but found nothing.

My eyes flew open and I saw that the couch was empty apart from me. Oh heck he must have changed his mind and left anyway. I knew it was too good to be true, knew he must have been just biding his time so that he could leave without me noticing. I looked at the clock on the wall; it was nearly 12. Wow I must of slept over 14 hours, that’s ridiculous. I suppose it’s true what they say; that an empty bed is a lonely bed. Well sofa in this case.

Singing. Someone was definitely singing. It couldn’t be Tina, the voice was much too deep. Realisation hit me and I tiptoed forward slowly, trying not to make a noise and stopped in the kitchen and leant against the door frame. Benedict stood, his bare back to me, at the hob poking at something in a frying pan.

 “Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination” his voice sung, deep and melodic. My eyes trailed up and down his back, noticing how different muscles tensed and contracted while he moved and then there was a deep dip at the base of his back which looked incredibly sexy.

Whatever he was making smelt delicious and I kept getting wafts of the smell as he moved around. A low grumbling noise filled the kitchen and I felt my eyes widen and my cheeks flush as Benedict slowly turned around, a spatula in his hand. He looked at me and started laughing hard. As he laughed his stomach muscles rippled enticingly and I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip.

“It wasn’t that funny” I said, trying to sound upset to hide my own giggles, but he kept on laughing, he turned back around to the hob still laughing hard and suddenly and idea sprung to mind. I walked back a few places and took a running jump at his back and wrapped my legs tightly round his chest, in a piggy back sort of way.

Startled, he took a few paces back and I began tickling at his neck and ribs so that he was laughing even harder now. He tried to stop me but he was weak from laughing so much, and probably also from having me on his back. “Please… Stop” He said through his laughs, but I continued anyway, enjoying having control like this. “Theresa p…please” He said again his breath short.

“Or else what?” I said, laughing myself now. He did it in such a fluid and swift motion that it came as quite a surprise when I found myself sat on top of the kitchen counter. He was no longer laughing, his eyes were serious and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. He walked towards me, parting my thighs so he stood directly in front of me. He rested his hands on the top of my thighs and I watched my heart racing and a warm sensation spreading all over my body, as he leant forwards and practically growled in my ear “Or else whatever you wish”. I swallowed hard as he placed a hand on either side of my hips and pulled me closer to him.  

There was now no space between us and I couldn’t resist any longer, I placed one hand on his cheek and the other on his muscular back which had driven me mad since I had first saw them, and locked my lips to his. I felt his hands move from my hips, one wrapped tightly around my back and the other began to trail up my stomach to my chest. I suddenly became aware that something smelt a bit funny but decided to ignore it for fear of ruining this perfect moment. His fingers caressed my breast lightly and I couldn’t help but let the moan escape my lips and my fingers dug into his back more. He must have registered this as his kissing became more intense and his hand that was on my back now trailed down further so it was resting on my bum.

Boy did he know how to push my buttons, it felt like it had got at least 50 degrees hotter in here my whole body was on fire… Fire! I pulled away and stared over his shoulder to see the contents of the pan now up in flames, smoking heavily. A series of high pitched beeping followed before the automatic sprinklers came on, drenching us both. Looks like that’s the second time today Benedict had made me wet...