6 Meet and Greet: Homecoming (A Benedict Cumberbatch Real Person Fanfic)

Ben allowed me to sleep late the next morning. When I awoke he was sitting in the kitchen with my Mom chatting while drinking coffee. I was surprised to discover Ben was washing my clothes for me. When I commented on it he replied, "Get used to it Darling, I'll be doing your chores and caring for you after your treatments start. I don't want you doing anything, but focusing on getting well."

      I thanked him and hugged him tightly. It was then that my cell phone rang. I answered it when I saw it was my neurologist's office. He informed me that he'd talked to the surgeon and managed to secure an appointment for Tuesday afternoon. I thanked him and hung up. Unfortunately that would be mean we'd have to get a flight for that evening or night. I told Ben the situation and he told me not to worry about it, he'd take care of it. He took his phone and disappeared from the room for a while.

      I asked my Mom what she thought of Ben. "He seems like a nice guy Annie, but don't you think your relationship is going a bit fast?" She replied.

      "What do you mean?"

      "You barely know each other and he's already talking about being together for life."

      "Oh, I don't think he really means that. He's an actor Mom, he's just being dramatic. He was really surprised to learn about my cancer diagnosis and then when I said I had no one back home but my roommate who works long hours...he's just really compassionate and doesn't want me to be alone. Frankly, I don't want to go through this alone either."

      "You could always come back home. There are doctors here to treat you. I get lonely with your Father gone now."

      "I know you do Mom, but I have a job in Tampa with health insurance and can't afford to lose either. You can come out to visit as often and for as long as you want. I thought you had your clubs, friends, and Aunt Rita to keep you occupied?"

      "I do Darling, but you're my only child, you're sick and you need your Mother."

      I hugged her tight as we both began to cry some. "I know Mama, but cancer isn't something chicken soup and hot tea will help much. I'll be fine and Ben will take care of me. I know it seems to be happening so quickly, but I feel deeply connected to him and he loves me. I really believe that."

      "I hope he does Darling. I wish I could afford to move to Tampa and be closer to you."

      "You own this house and I know you couldn't afford another mortgage on your retirement and Daddy's benefits. You'd get sick of apartments quickly too; you always said you hated the idea of strangers being right on the other side of your walls. Besides, it's too humid and rains too much in Florida for your taste."

      She chuckled slightly. "You know me too well, Annie."

      "When the doctor schedules my surgery, I'll call you and you can come out then and stay with us for a couple of weeks. Then afterward, I'll Skype you a few times a week so you can actually see that I'm fine. Have you learned to use that feature on your phone yet?"

      "Oh, I've used it a few times. Your cousins showed me how; I just hope I can remember what they did."

      "Let me see your phone and I'll show you again. I'll even write down instructions for you."

      She got out her smartphone and I started showing her how to use the Skype feature. Ben returned not long after we started and informed me we had a five o'clock flight to Tampa. "It's about a five hour flight. Will your roommate be able to pick us up at the airport or do I need to reserve a car?"

      "I'll call him and let him know, it shouldn't be a problem."

      I saw a strange expression flash across Ben's face that I couldn't quite read. Was it jealousy? He composed himself quickly and replied, "You never said your roommate is a man."

      "I didn't? I could have sworn I mentioned Brad by name. We've known each other since we were five years old. He, Kathy and I were inseparable when we were kids. People used to jokingly call us 'The Three Musketeers.' He's like a brother to me."

      He smiled, but it seemed like a tight, controlled smile. "Oh, he's one of those types of friends. I'm glad you have had someone like that in your life. Of course, now you have me and I'm more than just your friend."

      I smiled and replied, "Yes indeed you are. I love you Darling. I'm going to go call Brad now."

      He kissed me quickly and said, "Don't be long Darling, I'll miss you too much."

      I laughed as I got up from my chair, "Oh Ben, it's just a phone call, it won't take long."

      I went off to the guest room so I could call Brad. He was at work, but had some time to talk before a meeting. I told him about the doctor's appointment the next day and the flight tonight. He assured me it would be no problem to pick me up at the airport. I told him that I wouldn't be alone.

      "Is Kathy coming down with you? I haven't seen her in nearly three years!"

      "No, she was supposed to have gone back home yesterday evening. I texted her last night when we got to my Mom's house but she hasn't responded yet. She met someone there and they partied together and stuff, so she's probably sleeping it off today. I'm bringing home a guy. He's...well...he's my boyfriend."

      "Boyfriend?! Since when does Annie Babe have a new boyfriend? I thought you weren't getting into relationships anymore?"

      "We met at Comic-Con in Denver on Thursday and ended up spending the whole convention together. He's a wonderful man and you'll like him once you meet him."

      Brad was silent for a few minutes. Finally I said, "Please, Bradley, don't be mad at me."

      "I'm not mad at you; this just seems kind of sudden. You just met this guy and he's coming home with you. What's his name? What do you know about him?"

      "We spent a lot of time getting to know each other over the weekend. If I tell you his name you have to swear to keep it to yourself. You can't tell anyone."

      "That's a little strange there Annie; even for you."

      "Promise me to keep quiet Brad!"

      "Yeah ok, I will. Why is he top secret?"

      "His name is Benedict Cumberbatch."

      I then heard this weird sound like he'd been drinking something and suddenly sprayed it out. It was followed by some coughing as Brad moved the phone away so he wouldn't deafen me by the noise. When he finally came back on the line, he responded, in a somewhat strangled voice, "You're fucking kidding me!?"

      "If you really thought that you wouldn't have just sprayed your latte across your desk. I hope you didn't get it on your computer screen this time. You know I wouldn't make something like that up."

      "HOLY SHIT ANNIE! You're bringing home Benedict fucking Cumberbatch? The guy from Sherlock and Star Trek?!"

      "Um, could you lower your voice please?"

      "My office door is closed! I know you and Kathy went to that convention because y'all have crushes on those guys and were hoping for selfies. I didn't expect you to bring one of them home with you! What happened to that guy that plays Loki? I thought he was the one that got you all hot and bothered."

      "I met Benedict first and...well...it just kind of happened. I thought we'd just have dinner together that night and it would be the end of it. I didn't expect to fall in love with him or him with me."

      "In love!? After three days together!? Annie we've known each other for thirty years and you're still not in love with me!"

      I sighed. Here we go again. "Brad, you know how I feel about you..."

      He cut me off. "Yeah, I'm just your big brother." He then let out a big dramatic sigh before continuing, "Annie are you sure about this? He is an actor after all."

      "Yes I'm sure. You don't know him like I do. You haven't even met him. Don't be so judgmental! He's a really nice man. You'll like him."

      Brad let out another big dramatic sigh before saying, "Yeah, ok Annie, I'll give the guy a chance for your sake. I love you and just want you to be happy. So I should be at the airport for half past ten tonight?"

      "Yes that should be fine. If there are delays I'll text you."

      "Ok sweetheart. I have to get to a meeting in ten minutes. Take care of yourself Annie. Tell your Mom hello for me."

      "Bradley, don't call me sweetheart. I'm not your girl!"

      He let out a half-chuckle sigh, "Oh Annie, you'll always be the only girl for me. You should know that by now."

      It was my turn to sigh dramatically; "Yes, Brad I do. You remind me of that fact often."

      We then said our good-byes and hung up. I had my back to the door so I didn't realize it was open. I was startled to see Ben standing next to the door frame when I turned around. "Is everything all right?" He questioned.

      "Yes, everything is fine, you just startled me. I didn't hear you open the door."

      "You were gone longer than I thought it should take to make airport pickup arrangements so I wanted to make certain you are all right."

      I smiled, went to him and kissed his lips gently. "We were just talking a little bit too; that's all."

      "Ah, I see. So what fact does he remind you of often?"

      He had heard that? Was he outside the door, listening the whole time? I opened my mouth with every intention of telling him the honest truth; even I was shocked by what came out of my mouth: "Just that I don't slow down and take care of myself often enough. He was just saying that he wished I was going to get to relax for the rest of my vacation from work instead of having to deal with doctors and possibly more tests."

      "Oh...you will get more time to relax once I'm there to help you. You just need someone to take care of you. Your illness will likely force you to slow down some as well."

      "Yes, all of that is very true."

      I kissed his lips again and then moved to go out the door. He took my hand and followed me back to the kitchen. I had no idea why I lied to him. Why was I hiding how Brad feels about me? It was a one sided childhood crush that he'd had for years. I didn't love him that way. He was like a brother to me and I didn't want a romantic relationship with him. Besides, as soon as we grew up and had college looming before us, he chose a university in Florida and left me. It was true that he'd tried to get me to go with him, but I was afraid of leaving home and going somewhere completely new. Trying new things had made me uncomfortable when I was young; I'd become more adventurous as I'd grown older. Despite our separation with only occasional visits, Brad was still the first to open his home and his life to me when I desperately needed someone.

      I had suffered with headaches for over six months when my doctor started prescribing Percocet to relieve it; nothing else worked. Every few months, my prescription had to be strengthened until I was finally at the highest dose he could prescribe to me. By then I was addicted because I took more than I should have. I started going to other doctors around Albuquerque and even further away to get prescriptions for Percocet or Vicodin. I never got more than three or four prescriptions before they refused to give me more. It stopped my headaches and made me feel so much better when I was on them. I wasn't even aware of how stoned I often was. I also had friends who used illegal drugs which I made the mistake of trying once. I went to work stoned and my boss realized I was; he confronted me and I was so out of it that I admitted it willingly. I was fired on the spot.

      The same mutual friends who had brought Robert and me together notified him of my addiction to painkillers; at least that was always what I suspected, though no one admitted it. He contacted child protective services and within forty-eight hours of losing my job, I'd lost my four year old son. They turned my baby over to the father who'd abandoned him when he was a newborn baby. The man who told me after two weeks of fatherhood, he couldn't handle it and left us. He was now responsible for my son. I didn't know where to go. Kathy was temporarily living with her Mom in a small apartment since she had recently left a bad relationship. I couldn't go home to my parents; my Dad was very sick and enough of a burden on my Mom. Although she never said anything at the time, I was certain my Mother knew about my addiction. I was so embarrassed to turn out to be such a disappointment to my parents. I ended up with two weeks to get out of my apartment since I could no longer pay the rent. Out of sheer desperation I had called Brad and told him what had happened. He never once hesitated to take me in. He flew to Albuquerque the very next day, rented a moving truck, loaded up all of my stuff and drove me to Tampa. We sold all of my furniture since I had no use for it and wasn't that attached to it anyway. He even helped me to find treatment to get over my addiction. I would ask him often in the beginning why he was being so generous to me and he always replied, "I love you Annie; time and distance has never changed that."

      I would tell him that I didn't love him that way. He would shrug and say, "Maybe you'll change your mind someday."

      I just didn't feel that way for him though and I could never make him understand that.

      Ben and I arrived back in the kitchen. Mom asked us if we'd like to go out to lunch. I smiled, "Is it Don Julio's?"

      "Of course! I would only take my daughter to her favorite restaurant."

      I laughed and hugged her. "Sure Mom, it sounds great! Let us get ready first. I desperately need a shower."

      "OK, you two get ready and I'll do the same."

      She went off to her room to get changed and whatever else she would do to make herself presentable, as she was fond of calling it. Ben asked me what kind of restaurant we were going to. I replied, "It is southwest Mexican type food. It's a local business that has been here since I was a kid. It's always been my favorite place to eat out. We went at least once a month when I was growing up. It is family owned still; I went to school with the kids that grew up to take over the business. They have great food and even better margaritas. You'll like it!"

      "If it your favorite restaurant, I'm sure I'll love it." He kissed me then.

      I went off to get a shower while he went to the laundry room to get clean clothes for me. By the time I got out of the shower, he had everything neatly repacked in my suitcase. He then went to take a quick shower. An hour later, we left the house with Mom to have lunch at my favorite local restaurant.

      We had a long leisurely lunch and spent plenty of time talking about my childhood. Ben was eager to hear stories about me as a child and my Mother was only too happy to share. Some of them I found rather embarrassing, but Ben thought it was adorable.

      Fortunately we had brought along our suitcases since it was soon time to go to the airport if we were to get through airport security. We all loaded back into my Mom's car and she drove us to the airport. She promised to return my rental car for me. She parked at the curb and got out to kiss me good-bye while Ben got our bags out of the trunk. After kissing my forehead she held me tightly as if she feared letting go. I had to reassure her I would be fine and well taken care of. When she finally let go, Ben promised to look after me and make certain I stayed in touch as much as possible. He took my hand and led me into the airport, away from my Mother. I could feel myself tear up as I allowed Ben to lead me through the airport.

      We made it through security and went off to wait in the VIP lounge until our flight. Ben tried to carry on a conversation about our visit with my Mom, but I eventually tuned him out; I wasn't in the mood for idle chatter. I was despondent about leaving my Mom, my illness and so many fears that were maniacally swirling around in my distraught mind. Ben finally picked up on my melancholy mood, ceased his attempts at conversation and simply moved closer to wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly against his warm body. Our flight ended up being delayed by nearly an hour due to weather. I texted Brad to tell him we would be late. He responded by telling me to text again when we boarded so he'd have a better idea of when to be at the airport. I soon nodded off, lying against Ben's chest until at last our flight was called.

      I waited until the plane actually took off before I texted Brad to tell him we were in the air. It would end up being nearly midnight by the time we would get home. The flight was completely uneventful to the point that I fell asleep again about an hour after takeoff and didn't wake up until twenty minutes before we landed. It seemed like in no time at all we were off the plane had our bags and were heading outside to meet Brad. Ben was grateful it was late and not busy at the airport. He didn't want to draw attention to us. Brad arrived not long after we were at the curb. He got out of his black BMW X5 to open the back for our bags. He then gave me a quick hug and asked how I was feeling.

      "I'm fine, just tired," I replied before I proceeded to introduce him to Ben.

      They greeted each other and shook hands briefly, but they both seemed to glare at the other with controlled resentment. I then moved to the front passenger door to get in the vehicle. Ben got in behind me while Brad walked around the back to the driver's side to get behind the wheel. No one even attempted to make small talk, so the twenty minute drive to Brad's house was filled with awkward silence. I was too tired to attempt to alleviate anyone's fears about the other, so I just remained quiet.

      We soon arrived home. Ben allowed Brad to get our bags out of the back since it was his vehicle, but Ben grabbed them to follow me inside. It was a rather nice two-story house with three large bedrooms and two bathrooms all on the second floor. The first floor had a half-bath.

      "If it's just the same to you two, I'm going on to bed. I have to get up early in the morning for work," Brad stated upon entering the house behind Ben. "I only have one guest room that Annie is currently occupying. The third one I use for a sort of home office, but there is a sofa in there that pulls out to make a bed."

      "Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I'll be sleeping with Annie," Ben replied curtly.

      Brad just stared at him for a moment before replying, "Ah, I see. I guess it's a good thing I went with the queen sized bed." He then turned and went up the stairs to his own room.

      I turned off the downstairs lights and went up as well; Ben followed me to my room. After closing the door and putting down the bags, Ben said, "I get the feeling your roommate doesn't like me."

      I turned on the lamp beside my bed and was beginning to undress to put on my pajamas. I snorted and responded, "I get the impression that feeling is mutual."

      Ben had been undressing as well so he was nearly naked when he stopped, shrugged and gave me an innocent smile. "I don't really know him. However, I sensed hostility from the moment that you introduced us. Is there something about your relationship with him you're not telling me?"

      I sighed and said, "He still has a bit of a crush on me after all these years. I've made it clear to him that I'm not romantically interested in him many times over the years. We've known each other for so long I feel like he's my brother and it would be... awkward to say the least. You have nothing to worry about Ben. I love you and only you."

      He grinned and came over to kiss me. I was in nothing but my panties and had every intention of putting on pajamas and going to bed when he turned me toward the bed and backed me up to the edge of it. I pushed away from him and said, "Not tonight Ben."

      "Why not Darling? You slept so much on the plane that you couldn't possibly be too tired. Is your head hurting again?"

      "No I feel fine. I just think I would feel kind of...well...strange having sex with you down the hall from Brad."

      I climbed into bed wearing nothing but my panties while Ben stood there staring incredulously at me. "I do not intend on going six months or longer without making love to you," he finally responded.

      "We don't have to do that. He leaves for work early in the morning and is gone for most of the day. I work from home except for one, sometimes two, days a week so I'll be here. We can do it when he's gone."

      Ben turned off the lamp and got into bed next to me. I couldn't be certain, but I thought he'd removed his underwear first. "We haven't had sex since Sunday," he stated pointedly.

      "I'm aware of that. What's your point?"

      "My point is that I want you right now," he replied before moving over me to kiss me lustily.

      I soon pushed him back and said, "Ben, I said not tonight."

      I couldn't quite read the expression in his eyes because it was so dark in the room. I didn't miss the callous quality in his voice when he replied, "Am I your Master or not?"

      "Oh, Ben, I'm not in the mood for sex games."

      He quickly moved to grab my wrists and pin them to bed above my head while he moved to straddle me. He held my wrists in his left hand while his right hand moved to my waist where he managed to get my panties off. "It's not a game. You're mine and I want sex. Now."

      He then moved to position his left leg between mine and force them apart while he shifted to holding each wrist in his hands. He settled between them and I soon felt him slide inside of me. He began thrusting at a moderate pace. After a few seconds he said, "Come on baby, you know you love the feeling of me inside of you."

      I had been a bit frightened by the way he took me so forcefully at first, but I couldn't help it; it did feel good. In a way, taking me that way was kind of erotic. I shifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He chuckled low and sexy before whispering in my ear, "That's my girl. I knew you'd surrender to me. You can't resist having my big cock shoved up inside your tight hole, now can you?"

      "No, I can't," I muttered.

      "That's my good girl," he cooed in my ear before he began pumping into me faster.

      It felt so amazing that it was getting harder to hold back my moans of pleasure. He could tell by the subtle noises I was making that I was trying desperately to restrain myself. He let go of my wrists then and lifted himself up some to grab the cross bar at the top of my brass bed frame so he could brace himself in such a manner that his penetration was even deeper. His thrusting increased to a near frantic speed. I couldn't hold back anymore and began to moan louder. My peak was getting closer and he began to coax me saying, "Come for me baby. Come for your Master."

      It wasn't long until I did come and so hard that it was almost painful. I couldn't help screaming his name. He laughed then said, "That's my good girl, coming so hard for her Master. Now it's my turn."

      I then felt his arms under my back, lifting me up as he sat back on his butt. He held me tightly to him as he continued to fuck me, at a slightly slower pace. It seemed like several minutes passed before he finally grabbed my ass and held my pelvis down on his groin while he unloaded into me with a loud animalistic groan. He then slowed his movement and soon released me as he collapsed back onto the bed. I lost my balance and tumbled on top of him. He just held me close while his breathing slowed down. Finally, he kissed my forehead and said, "That was the best we've had yet Darling."

      I struggled slightly to sit up and move off of him. I turned and laid my head down on my pillow. I was still breathing hard with my heart racing; my pelvis was also still quivering from the intense orgasms I'd just experienced. He shifted positions to lie down next to me and put his arm around me. "Was it as good for you as it sounded, my love?"

      I managed to say, "Yes, it was wonderful."

      He sighed contentedly and pulled me close to his body. I could tell that he fell asleep moments later. I was certain Brad had heard us making love. As I began to slowly drift off, I wondered if that was Ben's intention all along. Was he trying to make Brad jealous or just make it clear that he was my lover? Before I could decide how I felt about the situation, I drifted off into a deep sleep.

5 Meet and Greet: Road Trip (A Benedict Cumberbatch Real Person Fanfic)

          I wasn't due at the car rental place until elven o'clock to pick up my reserved SUV so we slept in a little bit on Sunday. We didn't have wake up sex, but there was a lot of kissing. At last I go out of bed to dress. I skipped showering since I'd taken one late the day before. I got out my last clean pair of pants and they happened to be the camo cargo pants. I hadn't brought much since I'd only planned for four days, so I would have to wash laundry at my Mom's house. I slipped on comfortable turquoise cotton bikini panties and a white sports bra before putting on my cargo pants and a long sleeved, loose fitting, white thermal knit shirt. Ben watched me dress and flit about busily repacking everything "Where are you off to Darling?"

            "I have to be at the car rental place at eleven o'clock and it's at the airport."

            "Car rental? I thought you were flying home this afternoon."

            Oh crap! I had completely forgotten to tell him. "I'm so sorry that I forgot to tell you, but I'm driving to New Mexico to tell my Mom in person. I just couldn't bring myself to give her such news over the phone."

            "Oh well, in that case I guess I better get up, dressed and packed."

            I sat down on the edge of the bed to put on and lace up my black Dr. Marten's boots as he got up and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I was distracted watching him dress; he had an amazing body and I loved looking at it. While he packed and called his assistant to cancel his flight later in the day and let him know he wouldn't be needing him for a few weeks, I went across the hall to say good-bye to Kathy. She had texted me the day before to let me know she'd be staying in Tom's room. I knocked on the door and soon heard Tom's voice shout that he was on his way. He opened the door, surprised to see me. He was wearing nothing but black jeans. "Oh, hello Annie. I didn't realize you were leaving this morning."

            I asked if Kathy was awake as I entered the room and went to the living room area. He replied, "Yes she's awake; I'll go get her before she gets into the shower."

            He disappeared into the bedroom and soon came out behind her. Kathy was wearing nothing but a white hotel terrycloth bathrobe; Tom was putting on a white t-shirt. She came right over and gave me a tight hug. "You be careful on the drive and call me when you get to your Mom's house. I want to know that you made it safely."

            "I will," I replied.

            "Take care of yourself and let Ben take care of you too. For a man to fall so deeply in love with a woman in such a short time means you two were meant for each other. Don't push him away and try to fight this beast on your own. Give him a sword and let him fight beside you. He's willing to sacrifice for you, so let him. You're going to be fine, dear. Y'all are going to kick cancer's ass and make it wish it never messed with you."

            I laughed, even though I was beginning to cry as well. "Stay strong and fight hard!"

            She laughed too and hugged me again, kissing me on my cheek before she pulled away. Tom came over and asked if he could give me a hug too. I smiled and said, "I'd be a damned fool if I passed up a hug from Tom Hiddleston."

            He laughed and gave me a tight, full body contact hug. "You found a good man to take care of you," he whispered in my ear while he held me close.

            When he finally released me, he said, "Good luck with your surgery and treatments. I hope it all goes well and you come out cancer free."

            "Thanks a lot."

            Kathy hugged me again and told me to keep her updated and she'd be out to Florida to see me as soon as she could manage it. I then left and returned to Ben's room. He was sitting in the living room, all ready to go. I grabbed my large red suitcase on wheels and followed him out of the room. In the elevator he informed me that a car was waiting to take us to the airport car rental pickup. When we checked out and exited, I saw that it was a large town car and not a limo, but still had darkly tinted windows. Once we got to the airport, I lead the way to the pick-up counter and filled out the necessary paperwork, paid for the rental and then received the keys. I was told it would be waiting for us outside at the curb. I went outside and had no trouble finding the correct vehicle as it was the only SUV in the line. I would be driving a blue Santa Fe from Colorado to New Mexico; oddly appropriate. I opened the rear hatch, but Ben insisted on loading the heavy bags. I got in the driver's side and brought up the GPS map I had used and saved on my phone before that showed me the best route from Denver to the suburb of Albuquerque. It was nearly a seven hour drive without traffic. Ben soon joined me in the passenger seat and commented, "I sure hope you know where you're going."

            I laughed and said, "That's what GPS is for my dear. Now we get to find out if we can really live together; nothing quite like a road trip to discover if you can stand each other."

            I put my phone on a handy shelf in the dashboard area and started the engine. I pulled out and followed the signs to exit and to get to the highway I needed to leave the airport. It was barely past noon. While I was driving, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Ben kept staring at me oddly. I finally said, "Well, what is it?"

            I glanced over to see his smirk and raised eyebrow as he said, "I had no idea we were going to war Darling. Should I change?" He then removed his jacket.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "You're a real smart ass! They happen to be very comfy. I'm so sorry they aren't up to your code Preppy."

            "Ouch. That was a real burn."

            I laughed and said, "You might as well get used to it honey, you're going into redneck and cowboy country. Besides you gave your heart to one already."

            "Oh? Which one are you?"

            "I'm a redneck woman!"

            "Oh my! I have a feeling I should be worried."

            I laughed heartily. "No need to be darling'. It's not a bad thing. It just means my Daddy raised me not to take shit from anyone and to be able to take care of myself. I grew up on football, NASCAR, country music, guns, hard work, charity, pickup trucks and John Wayne movies. I'm also not terribly lady-like so that one may bother you, seeing as how you're British and used to refinement."

            "No, I don't think it will. You're different and I like it. Now you're going to have teach me about American football. What in the world is NASCAR?"

            I laughed even louder than before. I then reached into the bag of mine in the floor nearby and dug out my ball cap and put it on. It was black and white and said "The Intimidator" on the front. I then spent the next couple of hours, until we stopped at a rest area, explaining stock car racing and American football.

            "You know those topics incredibly well; I must admit that I'm impressed. I don't know many women that know much about cars or sports," he complimented me as we walked back to the rental after using the restrooms.

            "Thank you. Those aren't the only topics I can discuss; I've always tried to be a well-rounded person. I'm an avid reader of many genres, I write, draw, paint, I love a variety of music; though I confess I don't care for modern pop or hip-hop. I also appreciate the arts of others...both the visual and performance varieties. I keep up on current events and I always loved the Earth related sciences and I'm endlessly fascinated by the stars."

            We stopped at the vehicle where he turned me toward him to kiss me. Once he released me, he said, "I think we're going to get along just fine Darling."

            We then got back in and headed out to the highway. We stopped at a fast food place for lunch which we opted to eat while traveling. We talked a lot about our lives during the trip. The more he revealed about himself, the more I fell in love. He was an excellent storyteller and made me laugh. He was surprised to learn that I write and had a couple of digital books published even though I worked as a graphic artist and that was my real passion. He begged me to read them and I told him I didn't think he'd like them.

            "I can decide that for myself! Why do you say that? Are they romance novels?"

            "I guess if you have to label them, they're mythological fantasy. I guess you could also call them fan fiction since they're about Loki."

            "Is there any sex in these stories?"

            "Of course."

            "Oh you've definitely piqued my interest. I have to read it now!"

            I told him where in my bag to find my tablet computer, so he got it out and booted it up. I told him to just touch the button labeled "my completed novels as published" and a menu will come up with only two choices and the first one is the first novel in the series.

            He did as I instructed while saying, "Oh, so it's a series...nice."

            He then became engrossed in the first chapter while I asked if it'd bother him if I turned on some music. "No, not all Darling, go ahead."

            I listened to music and watched traffic carefully while he read. After a short time he commented, "Wait a minute, Rhiannon is just a child...I'm not sure I want to continue reading."

            I laughed and said, "She's not really a child...believe me, you want to keep reading. It gets way better."

            "Oh OK. So when do I get to the sex in this story?"

            "It's several more chapters in," I replied.

            He went back to reading and would occasionally make comments as he went along. After a long stretch of silence he finally asks, "What in the world is Rhiannon that she could do that to herself?"

            I laughed and replied, "Keep reading Darling....just keep reading."

            He went back to story while I went back to concentrating on traffic as it was picking up since we were nearing a city. A short time later he suddenly said, "Oh now it's getting steamy."

            I blushed because I knew what part he was reading. It sort of embarrassed me even though I'd had sex with him repeatedly. Once he finished it, he let out a low whistle and said, "Damn! That was incredibly hot! I don't think I've read anything quite that erotic; sex scenes in scripts aren't that sexy. You have an impressive imagination Darling."

            "Thank you," I replied; "That was just the tip of the iceberg. There's plenty more later on in the story."

            "I can't wait to find it," he replied.

            He read while I drove. I didn't mind the break in conversation as it gave me a chance to think about what I was going to tell my mother when we arrived. I had called her at the last rest area we had stopped at to let her know I was on my way and didn't expect to arrive until after sunset. She was surprised I was coming to visit, alone, and wanted to know if something was wrong. I told her we'd talk about it when I arrived. I let her know I was bringing my boyfriend with me so she wouldn't be surprised by that too. We finally stopped for dinner at a small diner and I insisted on eating there since it wasn't at all crowded and I really needed a break from driving.

            We stayed for well over an hour and had a good meal. He talked about my novel the whole time and was very impressed with my writing. He asked about my prior experience with the craft and about other things I'd written. I blushed when I admitted to writing a lot of fan fiction short stories.

            "Oh, don't tell me you write Sherlock and Watson sex stories."

            "No, I don't write slashfic. I've actually never done a Sherlock story; they're more Loki stories primarily. Well, I did write one fantasy story about a dream I had about you a long time ago. The dream was just a small portion of the story; I kind of built up this whole other sequence of events to go with it."

            He grinned. "Oh, it was a dream about me? Do we have sex?"

            I felt my cheeks flush crimson. "Well...yes," I admitted.

            "Oh I definitely want to read that one. I'd love to know what you fantasized about us doing. We might even have to try to recreate it. I hope I turned out to be as good in bed as you fantasized about."

            I blushed deeper...if that was even possible. "You're much better actually. Can we go now? I'd really like to get back on the road. It's getting dark."

            He paid the check and we left. I had to dig my charger out of my bag since he wanted to keep reading. Once that was all set, I got back onto the road. We'd been driving for almost an hour when he asked if we could stop at the next rest area since it was dark now. I didn't know what it being dark had to do with anything, but I agreed. Ten minutes later, I pulled into the rest area and he asked me to park away from the building and lights. I did as he asked, feeling a bit puzzled by his request. Once I parked and shut off the engine, he put my tablet on the center console and leaned over to cup my face in his palms and kiss me passionately. After several intense kisses he asked me to get in the back. I climbed over the seats and he followed. We resumed kissing as Ben began unfastening my cargo pants. I broke away to say, "Right here and now?"

            "Yes. I need you right now. I don't know that I've ever been more turned on than I am right now. Those sex scenes you write are intense. I've held back for as long as I can, but I have to take you right now. I can't stand it anymore."

            He quickly removed my boots and then my pants and panties; he left my shirt on because he didn't want me to get cold. He then stripped everything off below the waist and sat back in the seat. I moved to straddle him while I resumed kissing him. I felt his hardness rubbing around for the opening and soon felt him slide into me. He moaned around my kiss as I began to thrust my hips slowly. He pulled away and said, "Slow isn't going to work this time Darling. I want to fuck that tight little cunt hard and make you scream just like Loki did for Rhiannon."

            He then began thrusting his hips rapidly and I did my best to match his movements. He felt like he was as deep inside of me as humanly possible and I was soon moaning without restraint as that delicious tension quickly built up in my pelvis. "Come for me Baby," he growled in my ear, in that sexy deep voice of his.

            It sent a shiver down my spine that ended in an intense orgasm that made me scream his name. I felt him erupt inside of me moments later while a loud animalistic groan escaped his lips as he held me tightly down on top of his groin. He then collapsed back into the seatback while I laid against his chest. His breathing finely slowed enough for him to speak, "That was amazing Darling. It was exactly what I needed."

            I chuckled softly. "I'm going to need to rest for a little while before I can trust myself to continue driving."

            He kissed my forehead and said, "Take your time Darling. I can drive if you really need me to. I mean the GPS will keep me from getting lost and it won't be that awkward since we're on the interstate."

            "I would actually appreciate that, thank you."

            We both got dressed and grabbed our jackets to go out to use the restrooms. Once we finished and returned to the vehicle, he got behind the wheel to drive. It took him a few minutes to orient himself to everything. "This is a bit different from British cars," he said in his defense.

            He soon had it figured out and got us safely onto the interstate. He drove for a couple of hours while I dozed in the passenger seat. We finally neared where we needed to turn off the interstate when he stopped at a gas station. I woke up and he told me where we were and that the GPS said we'd be turning off the interstate soon. While he put gas in the Santa Fe, I went in to use the restroom and get a bottle of water. I took over for the drive to my Mom's house as I knew where I was going and where to turn off the highway. I didn't really need the GPS to accomplish that. About half an hour later, we pulled into the driveway of my Mom's house. She must have seen the headlights flash through the window because she was on the porch by the time we got out of the vehicle. I hugged her as soon as I got on the porch; I had to fight hard to keep from crying right then. I introduced her to Ben as we walked into the house. I followed her into the kitchen and we all sat down at the table. Mom asked if we wanted some coffee, but I said I'd prefer a cup of tea. She went to the cabinet and informed me she only had Earl Grey right now and I replied that it'd be fine. She filled the kettle and put it on the stove then brought three mugs, the box of tea, and a bottle of honey over to the table. While we waited for the water to heat she asked what was so important that I had to drive out to New Mexico to tell her.

            I fought hard not to burst into hysterical sobs as I managed to tell her. I couldn't hold back the tears as she hugged me and we cried together. Ben just sat there awkwardly, rubbing my thigh under the table. My tears gradually let up and he got up to get the kettle and fix us all a cup of tea. We sat there sipping our hot tea while I told Mom what my doctor planned to do about my cancer. Ben informed her that he'd be by my side the whole time.

            "How long have you two been together?" My mother asked.

            "We only met on Thursday, but your daughter is the most amazing person I've ever met and I have no intentions of leaving her. I know the cancer treatments will be difficult, but she needs someone to take care of her," Ben replied honestly.

            "I thank you for looking after my daughter," she said to Ben, then turned to me and said, "I won't be able to be there for your treatments, but let me know when they schedule your surgery and I'll fly out to be there for that. I have to be there for that, to support you and for my own piece of mind."

            "I'll tell you as soon as I know," I replied, before yawning.

            "Y'all must be exhausted. Go on to the guest room and get some sleep."

            I got up and hugged Mom before taking Ben's hand and leading him out of the kitchen and down the hall to guest room. He commented that we didn't bring in our bags. I yawned again and replied, "If it's just the same to you, I'm sleeping in just my panties and the tank top I have on under my thermal shirt. I'm too tired to care about anything else."

            "I've slept with you completely naked; no I don't mind."

            We both stripped down to underwear and climbed into opposite sides of the queen sized bed. I turned off the lamp next to the bed and snuggled down under the warm blue floral quilt. I felt Ben's arm slip over my side as he settled in next to me. The warmth from his body and the feeling of his steady, warm breaths against my neck soon lulled me into sleep.


Homecoming

4 Meet and Greet: All Saturday Long (A Benedict Cumberbatch Real Person Fanfic)

          We didn't make love when we returned to the hotel that night. At dinner I had consumed two glasses of wine that gave me a terrible headache. Ben had asked twice if I was drunk; I told him I wasn't even buzzed, I just had a headache. I drank some water and took the medicine my doctor had given me for headaches, when we were back in his room. I went right to bed, but he found a movie to watch for a while. When he finally laid down next to me, I moved to snuggle close and went back to sleep.

*********

            I awakened before him the next morning. The sun wasn't even beginning to rise yet. I quickly and quietly went to the bathroom. I noticed there was faint light coming in from the next room as he hadn't closed the door completely; it was enough for me to find the ties he had collected from the floor and tossed on top of his open suitcase. He was still sleeping soundly, lying on his back with his arms conveniently above his head. I quickly tied one of the silk ties into a slip knot and wrapped the other end around the crossbar at the head of bed, then tied it into place; I carefully moved his wrists together and slipped the loop over them and tightened it. This action caused him to stir and as he opened his eyes he tried to move his arms down. He was unsuccessful in moving them far so he mumbled, "What the...?" as he looked up.

            Once he realized he was tied to the headboard, he turned to me and said, "You naughty little girl; you tied up your Master."

            I pulled off my panties as I was wearing nothing else. I yanked the sheet and blanket off of his naked body, then moved to straddle him. "I get to be the Master now," I said before leaning over to kiss his lips.

            I kissed him for quite a while before I finally withdrew. He said, "Do you think you're dominant enough to be my Master?"

            "Only one way to find out my dear," I replied as I bent over to kiss his neck.

            While I kissed and sucked on his neck, I bit him a few times. He moaned every time I did. I then began to work my way down his body kissing, licking and nibbling. He was growing hard by the time I reached his pelvis. I licked his engorged shaft to the tip before I raised it up with one hand to slide my lips down over it. He was so large that it was almost uncomfortable to have him in my mouth. I took him in almost to the hilt and then slowly withdrew while I teasingly raked my bottom teeth on the underside. I sucked roughly on the tip before bobbing my head up and down a few times. He was moaning throughout the ordeal. I bit the tip harder before I sucked it back up into my mouth. He gasped and said, "Careful baby, you don't want to hurt me, do you?"

            I paused to say, "There's pleasure in pain."

            "Yes there is Darling, but if you injure it, I can't use it to pleasure you."

            "Oh don't worry lover. I'm not going to hurt you...much."

            He laughed low and sexy before he exclaimed, "You are a naughty little minx! We're going to have a lot of fun together."

            I soon abandoned his blowjob while he was in the middle of moans of pleasure and slowly crawled up his body so close to him that the tip of his hard shaft rubbed down my own flesh until I reached his lips. While I kissed his lips, I teasingly rubbed my clitoris against his hardness. I soon took to making long strokes that brought it over the entrance to my hole. After the second pass he thrust his hips forward in an attempt to penetrate me. I pulled back quickly and moved off him while I said, "No, no, it's not time for that my pet."

            He moaned and said, "Is this my punishment for teasing you so much yesterday?"

            I just grinned as I moved to draw it up between my lips again and suck it hard before I took it in all the way again. I raked my teeth against it again as I withdrew my mouth. "You're right, I do taste good."

            I then went back to kissing and touching him everywhere. His body felt so amazing under my hands and even better against my lips. I finally straddled him again and rubbed my clit around the tip of his hardness before I slowly settled down on top of it and relished the sensation of his huge, hard member throbbing inside of my tight hole. I took him in all the way as I sat up and began to slowly raise and lower myself on him. He moaned softly as he arched his back some to penetrate me deeper. I soon leaned forward so I could move faster; I increased the pace every couple of minutes, but he was soon attempting to rock his own pelvis faster. I immediately moved off of him while I said, "Oh no you don't, we're going at my pace today."

            "Oh really? You think so?" he replied with a sexy growl in his voice.

            "I don't see where you have much of a choice; unless you want me stop completely."

            He grinned at me and in a flash he yanked his wrists apart and pulled them out then tackled me back onto the bed and pinned me down. "I always have a choice Baby," he said and then kissed me deeply on the lips.

            I was panting by the time he finally withdrew. "If you could get away the whole time, why didn't you?"

            "I was enjoying your sweet little act. You're so cute when you try to dominate me. But let us not forget who the Master here is. Now, I'm ready for some breakfast."

            He forced my legs apart and buried his face between them and began licking me vigorously. I couldn't help the loud moans of pleasure such an act elicited. He soon shoved his tongue within and fucked me with it roughly. I was coming closer to orgasm when he suddenly stopped and shoved his enormous, hard shaft deep within my tight wet hole. His sex was fierce and rapid; I was moaning loudly and uncontrollably. I soon felt my body erupt into spasms of ecstasy so intense I screamed his name. He soon reached his own climax, groaning nearly as loud as I was. He laid on top of me for a few minutes afterward so he could catch his breath. Once he could speak, he said, "Don't forget who the Master is. You're my little fuck toy; not the other way around."

            I grabbed him and kissed him. I bit his bottom lip hard when he pulled away from me. He yelped in pain and I said, "I am no man's toy unless I choose to be and it would be wise for you to remember that."

            He touched his fingers to his lip to make certain he wasn't bleeding. Once he saw that it wasn't, he replied, "Oh, you're definitely going to be a fun one. I like them feisty...makes it a bigger challenge to get them to submit."

            I rolled over onto my stomach and stretched out with the intention of going back to sleep for a while. He slapped my butt hard and announced he was going to take a shower. I fell back to sleep while he was in the bathroom.

***********

            I was awakened hours later by his soft kisses on my face. My vision was very blurry when I opened my eyes. My head was pounding like it was being used for a drum set by a heavy metal band. I sat up which made it worse and I suddenly felt nauseous. I heard him say, "Darling, are you all right? It's just after noon; you slept all morning."

            I put my finger to my lips and shushed him. "Not so loud please," I said, barely above a whisper.

            He sat down on the bed next to me and put his arm around me. "Darling, I was speaking in a normal tone of voice," he said quietly as he wiped his hand over my face.

            "You sounded so loud," I replied defensively.

            "Do you have another headache?"

            "I think this may be a migraine."

            My stomach then loudly rumbled. Ben snickered and said, "How about I order you some lunch from room service. You slept through breakfast so you haven't eaten since dinner last night. It might help you to feel better."

            "I'm not sure that's wise. I usually get an upset stomach with a migraine."

            "OK then, maybe something light on your stomach that won't make it worse? Your stomach is clearly indicating you're hungry and that can make headaches worse for most people. I noticed they had Minestrone on the menu. Do you like that?"

            "Sure I do. Soup would probably be all right."

            "OK Darling, I'll go order it and you just lay here and rest."

            He disappeared from the room while I lay back down on the bed. I closed my eyes and didn't budge until I felt him shaking my shoulder gently. I opened my eyes and he said, "Darling, lunch just arrived. Come on and eat your soup so you'll feel a little better."

            My head felt all fuzzy and strange. "You just left to order it..."

            "Darling that was half an hour ago. You fell back to sleep."

            I sat up and slowly stood up. I could feel the room spinning and I was having trouble getting my vision to clear. I was apparently a little wobbly on my feet because his arms were quickly around me to keep me from falling. I felt a sudden terrible cold chill so intense my teeth began to chatter. He had me sit back down as he went to the bathroom and got his warm blue robe off the back of the door. He wrapped it around me and I put my arms in. He helped me to stand then wrapped it around me and tied it at my waist. It was big on me, but it was soft and warm. I thanked him and he kissed my forehead before leading me into the living room area and to the table where my soup was waiting for me. I sat down and waited for the room to stop spinning some while I took a sip of water. I then began to slowly eat my soup. He sat across from me and kept staring at me while he ate; he wore an expression of deep concern. I ate a little more than half before my stomach began rumbling in protest and I feared it would come back up.

            He moved to the sofa and gestured for me to come join him. I sat next to him and snuggled up close. He stroked my hair gently while he repeatedly kissed my head. "Are you sure you're going to be all right Darling?" He asked softly.

            I had my eyes closed as the brightness in the room was beginning to bother me. "I'd be better if it wasn't so freaking bright in here."

            He got up quickly and closed the curtains, then returned to sit by me so I could snuggle up to him again. There was a light on in the kitchenette so it wasn't too dark in the room. "Is there anything else I can do for you Darling?"

            "Just sit here and hold me. It feels so wonderful to be in your arms."

            "Then you might want to climb into my lap so I can hold you properly."

            I got up and moved into his lap, turning in such a manner that I had my head on his shoulder and my legs stretched out toward the empty half of the sofa. He put his right arm behind my back and his left over my legs where he stroked them through the robe. He kept kissing my forehead every few minutes. It felt so amazing to be held this way. Finally he softly asked again if I was all right.

            "This is doing more for relaxation and pain relief than any drug I've ever taken. Thank you for holding me this way...I've never felt this way before. Oh this so ridiculous because we've only known each other for a couple of days..."

            "What is it Darling? What are you feeling? You can tell me."

            "I feel like I'm falling in love with you."

            He turned to kiss me gently on the lips. "You aren't alone in that feeling Darling. I'm falling in love with you too. How could I not? You're beautiful, a wonderful person and you don't find the sex games weird. I've lost girlfriends over that."

            I giggled softly, "You've lost girlfriends over bondage?"

            "They didn't care for being tied up and dominated. I guess they were too liberated for that nonsense. I tell you to call me Master and you go along with it. They would say something like 'I'm not calling you that, I'm not your slave.' Then go off on some rant about men being pigs and then storm off and I'd never see them again."

            "I don't mind it at all. I think it is kinky fun."

            We were then quiet for a while. I was thoroughly enjoying being in his arms. I began to feel very drowsy, but found myself asking, "Why are you taking care of me this way?"

            "Why wouldn't I be Darling? You're sick and need someone to look after you. I've already decided I'm staying with you while you have surgery and treatments. You said your roommate works a lot, your Mom lives in a different state and there's no one else reliable in your life; you need someone to look after you. I'm not letting you go through this cancer alone. I'll be right there by your side."

            I started to cry silently. I couldn't help it. I was so touched by his devotion to me. I managed to say, "Aren't you a little too busy for that kind of dedication?"

            "I was, but not now. I already called my agent and told him to clear my schedule for the next six months at least; if I need more time I'll let him know. I'm going to have to pay some penalties for breach of contract, but that's fine, I can afford it. You're more important to me than a movie. They can get someone else."

            I felt overwhelmed by his love and devotion to me. It was an idea completely foreign to me. No one had loved me so much except my Mother; no one else had ever been willing to make such sacrifices for me. I even felt a little confused by the whole thing because it was so strange to me. "Are you sure you want to do that? Cancer treatments can be hard to watch a person go through."

            He gently raised my head from his shoulder so he could look into my eyes. "Darling, you have to go through them and that will be harder. If you can handle going through it, I can handle watching it."

            "I've never had anyone in my life, other than my Mother, so willing to make sacrifices for me," I suddenly blurted out.

            "You do now, Darling, so get used to it. You're mine. Being your Master doesn't just mean I dominate you in sex...it means I take care of my precious Baby."

            My only response was to lean in and kiss his lips gently. He then picked me up and carried me back to the bed and laid me down gently. He then stripped down to his underwear and crawled in next to me, covering us both with the blankets. I snuggled up close to him and he kissed my forehead. "Go back to sleep Baby. Hopefully you'll feel better when you wake up and we can make love again."

            I said nothing in reply, just shifted so I could lay my head on his chest. I was soon asleep again.

************

            Sometime later, I wasn't even aware of how much time had passed, I was awakened by his lips on my face and neck. I loved being woke up this way. I started moaning softly at the amazing sensations he was creating within me. I reluctantly opened my eyes to gaze into his. "Are you feeling better Darling?" He asked softly.

            "Yes I seem to be," I replied.

            "Good, I want you to get up and shower. I have a surprise for you."

            I groaned. "I don't like surprises Ben. They never go well."

            He chuckled softly. "This one will my love; I promise you that."

            I got up and he led me over to the clothing rack where he removed the plastic garment bag covering a hanger. Underneath was a short black sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline that appeared to be the type that would be clingy; it had a mock wrapped front that had a glittery buckle looking piece on the front at the waist. Other than that, it had no adornment. "I want you to wear that to dinner tonight," he requested as he picked it up to hand it to me.

            I held it up and looked at it, wondering if it would even fit me. Before I could say anything regarding its fit, he said, "I have to confess, I looked at your clothing tags while you napped this afternoon and then went shopping; I'm not very good with American sizes so I had a little help. I hope you like it."

            "It's beautiful Ben. I've never had a man voluntarily buy me a new dress."

            I hung it back on the rack so I could get my bath items together and my undergarments. He watched while I did this and even followed me to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway and leaning against the frame. I removed his robe and turned to hang it on the back of the door. He reached out and ran his fingers over my breasts. "You're so beautiful," he said softly.

            I blushed and smiled. He went on, "I have a question for you, since I'm not familiar with American clothing sizes, and I don't really understand how they work. Is wearing a fourteen considered a bad thing?"

            I blushed deeper before replying, "It's considered a plus size and yes the women who wear it are considered fat."

            I turned away from him and went over to the shower to turn on the water so it would get hot. "Fat? Seriously? Who would ever look at your glorious body and call you fat?"

            "Society would consider me fat. I actually worked very hard to get down to this size. Pregnancy was not kind to me."

            He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "You are not fat Darling. You have a beautiful body...yes even with those stretch marks across your abdomen. It shows me that you have loved another enough to give them life. That is the most unselfish thing a woman can ever do. I just hope you're willing to do it one more time for my child."

            I turned around and kissed him. "Of course I am! We just have to kick cancer's butt first."

            "Of course we do and we will," he replied before kissing me again. He then gently smacked my bottom and told me to get in the shower so we wouldn't be late.

            I quickly showered then put on my underwear after drying thoroughly. I put mousse in my hair and then pinned it up slightly, leaving some of the curls hanging out. I then quickly applied my little bit of makeup. I walked out of the bathroom to find he had changed into a suit, complete with tie. I took the dress off the hanger and soon discovered it was meant to just pull on over the head as the fabric was slightly stretchy. I soon wiggled into it and adjusted it properly, using the full length mirror. I then put on my black heels. I admired myself in the mirror briefly. I was glad the dress nearly reached my knees as I didn't care for mini-dresses. He made a great choice in this dress; I looked beautiful. He sat at the edge of the bed admiring me. "You look stunning in that dress. I know you said you don't really wear dresses, but you should reconsider. I can't wait to have you attending awards and premieres with me. I'm going to be the most envied man there."

            I know my face flushed dramatically at that. It hadn't occurred to me that I would ever attend those events with him. "Do you really plan on taking me to those things?"

            "Oh yes Darling. Once the cancer treatments are over, we'll make our relationship official. I don't want tabloid whores after you until we make it official."

            "What do you mean by 'official'?"

            "After we get married of course. Until then, I will do my best to keep you private. You do want to marry me, right?"

            I suddenly felt dizzy. "Is that supposed to be my official proposal?"

            "Of course not. When I decide to propose to you, you'll know it. I've waited over a decade to find someone worthy of marriage. I can guarantee you my formal marriage proposal will be a grand gesture that will not leave you doubting my intentions. Come now Darling, it's time to go downstairs so I can show you how romantic I'm capable of being."

            I smiled and took his hand as he led me out of the room and to the elevators. Once we were in the lobby, we were met by his assistant who handed him two long coats and informed him the limo was waiting for him. Ben took the smaller of the two coats and helped me into it. He then took his and put it on. He took my hand again and led me out the entrance and into the waiting long black limo. I was silent on the ride, wondering what the surprise was going to be. He took my hand and laced his fingers between mine. "I would ask 'a penny for your thoughts' but what goes through that beautiful mind of yours is worth more to me than that," he stated.

            "I'm not thinking of anything in particular. My mind is just wandering through random thoughts while I watch the lights go by out the window."

            "You're a little preoccupied with your cancer surgery and treatments, aren't you?"

            "I would be a liar if I said no. Yes it is something my mind keeps going back to."

            He leaned over and kissed my temple. "I'm going to give you a wonderful night of happiness and love to make those thoughts take flight for a while."

            The limo then stopped in front of a restaurant I didn't recognize. He got out first and then took my hand to help me out. We walked inside and were greeted by the host who immediately informed Ben that the private room was ready and waiting for us.   We then followed him to a small private room that was reserved for parties. There was a table set for us with red roses and candles burning; a champagne bucket was next to the table with a bottle inside, waiting to be opened. Ben led me to the table and pulled my chair out for me. I sat while he went around to the other side to sit across from me. The host opened the champagne bottle and poured a glass for each of us and then left after informing us our waiter would be with us shortly. Since wine had given me a terrible headache the night before, I just slowly sipped the champagne. We talked throughout the meal with Ben completely avoiding the topic of my illness. He managed to make me relax and laugh. He kept reaching over to stroke my hand while we talked and ate.

            Our meal was soon over and we left. I noticed right away the limo was not returning in the direction we had come, so I asked Ben where we were going. He smiled broadly and said, "We have tickets to the opera Darling. I remembered you saying you always wanted to go to a live show, but you didn't know anyone who would join you. Now you have someone to go with you."

            I smiled and kissed his lips just as the car came to a stop. He stepped out first, saw the crowd waiting to go in, turned back to me and said, "Try to hide yourself some with your coat, there's some people out here with their smartphones out and I think I've been recognized. Keep your head down and we'll walk fast."

            I pulled up the side of my coat, as Ben did his best to shield me and move fast. I heard some yells and still caught the view of a few camera flashes. We were quickly inside of the empty lobby. The manager was waiting for us to escort us upstairs to our private box. Ben apologized for being a bit late to which the manager said it wasn't a problem as people would still have plenty of time to be seated. Once we disappeared into the stairwell, I could faintly hear the sudden rush of noise as the doors were opened and people were allowed in. We took our seats and I realized we were high above the crowd below so hopefully no one would see us and recognize us. There wasn't too long of a wait before the lights began to go down and people quieted down as the overture began. The entire performance had my rapt attention and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. I barely noticed when Ben took my hand and laced his fingers between mine and placed them in his lap.

            Once it was finally over, Ben led me down the stairs and to a rear exit that lead to an alley where the limo was waiting for us. He said he didn't want to take his chances with the crowd out front. I snuggled up next to him in the limo and put my head on his shoulder for the ride back to the hotel. "Are you tired Darling?" He asked softly between kisses on my head.

            "A little bit, yes."

            Are you too tired to make love to me again tonight?"

            "That sort of depends on how much bondage is involved," I replied with a chuckle.

            "No Baby, no bondage this time. I was thinking sweet and tender was in order for tonight. It doesn't always have to be kinky."

            I smiled and turned my face up to kiss his lips. We were silent for the rest of ride. All I could think of was what a wonderful man he was turning out to be and how lucky I was that he'd come forward to help me when my nose began bleeding. I made an odd little half muffled laughing sound and he asked what was on my mind. "I was just thinking that I've never been grateful for a nose bleed before, but I'm glad it happened on Thursday. I'm also grateful that you looked up at that exact moment."

            "I guess it was our destiny. I had no reason to look up at that exact moment in that direction. At first it had been just a quick glance, until I realized something seemed odd, so I looked again and a bit longer. I saw what appeared to be blood running down the back of your hand and that it was up at your face. I honestly thought there had been a fight in the line or something similar. I felt terrible thinking someone had been injured while waiting to meet me. Once I went over to you and you explained what happened, I was just concerned. I'd never seen a nose bleed so severe. After I saw you, once you were cleaned up, I thought you were so incredibly beautiful that I wanted to be around you for a while longer so I could admire that beauty. After we talked for a while, I really liked you and wanted to spend more time with you."

            He then leaned over and kissed me passionately. The limo stopped in front of the hotel so we quickly got out and went up to his room. He immediately stripped off his jacket and tie. I began kissing him while I unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off and began gently pushing me backward toward the bedroom. He guided me fully, so I wouldn't trip and fall. He stopped me next to the bed and grabbed the skirt of my dress to pull it up over my head. Once he tossed it aside, I stepped out of my heels as I unfastened his pants. I pulled them down and he stepped out of them, removing his shoes at the same time, while he pushed me carefully back on the bed. He paused to finish stripping then climbed onto the bed on top of me. He unhooked and removed my bra and then panties. He settled between my open legs and kissed my body all over. He spent so much time kissing and fondling me that I was aroused to the point that I just wanted him inside of me. When he finally worked his way back up to my lips and face, I raised my pelvis and rubbed myself against him, hoping he'd take the hint. He paused and said, "You don't want me to eat you out first?"

            "No, I want you inside of me, right now."

            He obliged my request by slowing slipping his hard shaft inside of me. I moaned loud and wrapped my legs around his waist. He began to thrust gently; he wasn't teasing me, he was just being gentle. "Oh god Ben! I know you said you wanted to take it slow tonight, but I need to come and I need it now. Fuck me faster!"

            He obediently complied and picked up the pace. He increased the pace every couple of minutes so my body soon let loose with intensely pleasurable orgasms. I screamed his name and he pumped into me even faster. He soon started moaning softly and I finally felt him come within me. He then laid his head between my breasts, but didn't even bother to pull out of me. After a while, I said, "I love that you're lying on me this way, but Darling, you're kind of heavy and it's starting to hurt."

            He apologized and moved off of me to lie next to me on his side. He pulled me close and kept kissing the top of my head. I loved being nestled in his strong arms, against his warm naked body, made me feel so secure that I was soon drifting off to sleep. Before I did, I heard him whisper in my ear, "I love you Annie...more than those three words could ever express. You're mine and I'll take care of you forever. Cancer will not take you from me. I promise."


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