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iamcumberlover

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being his makeup artist

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You wouldn't call it staring. Like... you stare at random woman if they're beautiful, because they're nice to look at. You stare at a random man walking down the street... because they're pleasant looking. Not him, no. You'd call it admiring when it came to him.  You admired every little intricate detail about the man below you, Benedict Cumberbatch. The rainbow mixture of blue, gold, green and grey in his eyes and the way they moved back and forth when he was looking at something or talking to someone. The shape of his lips and how beautifully they contorted when he was smiling. His unbelievably high cheekbones and how different they looked with each new shading of light. His auburn hair, how curly it was and never seemed to be out of place, and what a nice shade of ginger it was. You loved to watch him put it back in it's rightful place with his hands, and how it never seemed to be knotty. The way his chin multiplied into beautiful layers when he laughed or smiled. The fact that his skin was perfect, soft and smooth. His velvety voice and the way it rolled off his perfect smooth-talking British tongue. His gestures while he spoke, his nervous habit of tugging on his coat collar. How polite he was to his fans and co-stars. Long legs, muscly but not too much, large hands. And let's not forget about his acting ability, like he could do anything and pull it off. He was just... perfect, all around. "(Y/N)." There's that amazing voice again. Wait... that voice is talking to me.

"Hmmm? Sorry, what?"

"You were staring again, have I got something on my face?" He asked self consciously, taking a look at himself over in the mirror.

"No, no. Ben, you're fine I was just trying to decide on where to put this makeup, as you don't need a ton of it." You said, taking a small brush and spreading some bronzer around his pale face to even the concealer out a bit. He smiled in relief and leaned back in his chair. Though he'd never admit it, he really doesn't like it when other people do his makeup or his hair. He loved to watch the way your face analyzed his and put every piece of makeup on as if she was painting a beautiful painting. To her, that's exactly what his face was. "Hm... okay now I just need to add a bit of color to your lips." You said, grabbing the lightest shade of pink you had to even his lips out a bit. He smiled at the way you examined your canvas to make sure you did everything right. Though it wasn't your "division", you moved a piece of hair out of his face.

"Thank you, am I done?" He asked, once again entrancing you at how those lips articulated every word perfectly.

"Hm? Yes, erm... you're done." He nodded and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. Usually he would kiss it but he couldn't as he couldn't mess up his lips. It was like he knew he drove you crazy, and used it to his advantage; but sadly, that was just Benedict being perfect and you letting it get to you. Honestly, you preferred the former. You would love if Ben took advantage of you, especially in bed, knowing all the ways to tease you and pleasure you with that tongue and those hands. Just the thought of it made you shiver, but it also made you feel horrible. This was Ben, your friend and thinking about him like this just felt... wrong. But my god, if it ever happened everything would feel so right. You hadn't even noticed he didn't leave as you were lost in your own head; he was stopped at the door, his hand on the nob.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, not turning around to face you as you packed your makeup into a small bag to travel with. Sometimes - especially with action scenes - you needed to touch up his makeup quickly, so you were always prepared when needed.

"Yeah, Ben?"

"You've been staring at me a lot lately. I see you looking everywhere, especially my lips." Now, he turned around to face you, and your breath hitched in your throat, trying to comprehend the situation. "Why, (Y/N)?" He stepped a bit closer to you, and you never quite took into account how tall he was until you were nearly chest to chest.

"B-Because it's my... job to make sure you don't have anything on your face?" You said weakly, turning your gaze towards the ground.

"(Y/N)... I know you like me." He said, smiling when you turned your head back up, a terrified look on your face as you met his gaze.

"Y-you do?"

"Apparently the whole crew knew... I only found out yesterday." He laughed, his smile fading when he saw how frozen in shock you were, your entire face turning a bright shade of pink. "Hey, it's okay (Y/N), I don't have a problem with it or anything."

"Why not? I'm a simple makeup artist and you're... well you're Benedict fucking Cumberbatch, you're a mega-star. Of course I'd have a crush on someone like you, but the problem is that you won't have a crush on someone like me. All I do is do your makeup." All this time, you were convincing yourself that Ben didn't like you back because... well I mean... he's Ben.

"Is that all you think you are to me?" He asked, as if he was getting a bit offended. "You're my friend, (Y/N). I put my trust in you because I really like you, and I have since I met you." You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Is that why you're staring at me, (Y/N). Am I pleasant-looking?" He teased, smiling down at your face which was slowly becoming brighter by the moment.

"You're absolutely, utterly, positively... fascinating." Honestly, all you wanted to do was kiss him on those stupidly perfect lips. "You're perfect." So, you took a risk and stood on your toes, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes but before he could kiss back you pulled away, wondering if you'd just made a horrible mistake. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were closed, hands reaching out to where your hips would be. He opened his eyes slowly, and you thought that this is the moment where he would run out of the trailer, never to speak to you again and request a new makeup-artist. But all of those thoughts were cast away when both of his hands cupped your face and he leant down to capture your lips in the best kiss you'd ever had. His lips were just as soft as you'd imagined them, but the way he deepened the kiss made all of the imagination fly out of your head - this was much better than how you imagined it. You couldn't be happier in this moment, but you were having trouble staying on your toes for this long. With his perfect long legs, Ben was tall - which you had no problem with - but with you being a bit shorter this would cause a bit of a problem. Ben got the message and moved his hands down to your legs, where he lifted you up. You gasped in surprise against the kiss, but willingly wrapped your arms around his waist as he placed you down onto the makeup counter. A couple of your supplies dropped to the floor, but you didn't care. One hand was on your leg, keeping it wrapped around his waist while he deepened the kiss further. Eventually, you had to pull away. Once you did, you kept your faces inches apart by pressing your foreheads together. 

You were grinning like an idiot, panting against him and kissing his cheeks gently, not wanting to leave him or his perfect scent. "Thank you." You whispered, giggling and he chuckled against you, kissing your collarbone before pulling his head out to look at your face.

"Why are you thanking me?" He asked, not wanting to leave your side; most people would find it weird that a man was this possessive already, but at this point you're grateful he kissed you. 

"Because you're bloody perfect and you're here... kissing me." You replied breathlessly. "Me... of all people."

"Of course, you're my one and only; always have been." He said as you attempted to get down from the makeup counter, but he gripped the leg around his waist tighter to keep you in the same place. You playfully wined but stayed there nonetheless and giggled when he started kissing your neck. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to set, Mr. Cumberbatch. They need your acting skills on set." You smiled, holding his hair while giggles turned into soft sighs as he nibbled on your neck.

"Hmmm..." He hummed against your neck thoughtfully. "We have 5 minutes, I'd rather spend them with you." 

"Sounds good, what do you plan on doing?"

"Describing it to you would take too long, darling. I'd rather just show you."

And show you was exactly what he did.

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I suck at ending things. No, you didn't have sex you just spent the time kissing each other and loving each other. Or sex if you'd take it that far I guess idk.

Have a great day my lovelies xx