#all my meals were like 90% tomato-based lol

[doodledstars]

Hylian tomatoes were the saving grace of Link’s hearts.

[benbarnesescape]

Dive - Part 5

Warnings: M for Mature (language, suggestions of 18+)

A/N: Remember this little gem. This is one of the first series I wrote and FINALLY after MONTHS I know where I want to take it. Thanks for all of you being patient for it and enjoy. Also, for the sake of this story, Ben still has luscious locks, I’m not against the short cut just yea lol

Special shout out to my girl @binbonsadoration for the banner for the series! 

Four Months Later

You sat on your kitchen counter, your legs swinging idly over the counter top as you bit down your lip, fidgeting with the object in your hands. There were a thousand things going through your mind right now, the biggest question being how? And what the fuck where you going to do about it? You checked the instructions again, before you give a deep sigh and look at the narrow stick once more.

+

The large plus sign is taunting as it showcases itself and you can’t fit the pit in your stomach, trying to bite back tears as they try to make their way to the forefront. This could not be happening. This had to be a glitch in life. Or finally, the well-deserved karma you had been putting off was coming to nip you in the ass.

The soft sound of keys jiggling in the lock of the door draws your attention and you jump down from the island, quickly moving to your purse to throw the object in before your return to your spot, crossing your legs and picking up your phone, opening up your Instagram feed and scrolling through photos idly as Ben walks in, two large bags in his hand.

The night after you admitted to him the whole truth behind Charles and yourself and him, finally being honest about the previous events, you both decided something had to change. It was the next morning as you lay by his side, looking at your engagement trying to figure out what you should do from here on out that Ben decided that a break would probably be best. It was obvious you were conflicted about your loyalties and he realized that outside of sex, you both barely got to know each other on an emotional level. So – you decided that you would both stick to being friends. That you would take it slow – take your time and see how things would progress as you slowly told Charles the truth if it was even worth telling him.  

Once sex was taken out of the equation – the easy beat of becoming friends slips easily into your relationship. You complied to take hikes with him and in return, he allowed you to beat him mercilessly in tennis. You both enjoyed going to shows, checking out book stores for rare first editions, and going to plays and brunches. You both enjoyed snuggling on the couch in the afternoons watching Netflix or having him teach you how to play the guitar.

You and Ben always fit well together in bed. But in life, you both moved as one and there are nights when you know who you should choose though the thought idea lives you uncertain.

Because despite all of the ways that things were working for you and Ben, things were shifting for the better with you and Charles.

It seemed that since the engagement, something had clicked in him and for the first time in a while he is aware of the large rift occurring in your relationship. You had moved back in together after your breakup, marking it for a year and a half now, and the whole time you were together he had been a ghost. He barely ate dinner with you, stayed in the same space and both of you would fall asleep at different times. Now, he took one day off from the work week, dedicating that time to work from home. He took the opportunity to make you breakfast, helping you to get ready for the day as you both sipped over coffee. He would clean up and do the laundry, grab things from the stoer and help you make dinner. You both started getting into shows together, introducing him to the world of HBO and would opt to go to bed together.  

He took you to the ballet, your favorite restaurants, the zoo and out to lazy beach days. He was different, this Charles you had thrown a cold shoulder too. Now he was more intimate, finding random moments to grab your hands, placing soft kisses on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you while you cooked and whispering how much he loved you. You’ve even started having sex again and Charles was like a fiend, taking any opportunity to have you and thought at times you felt guilty – it felt like it natural for it happen. It brought you back to the man you missed was how you knew him. Sweet, charming and full of love for you.

You were so conflicted and torn.

So a few weeks back, when you were out with Ben and few of his friends and he had asked if you wanted to spend the weekend with him in Malibu, reading by the ocean’s edge and enjoying time at the beach, you had been hesitant. Hesitant because it would mean spending more than four hours with him, not being able to escape his aura and despite your mutual agreement, sexual tension was at its thickets between the both of you. And you just knew that two nights of drinking and having a good time could only result in one thing.

When you had asked Charles if he’d be ok with you hanging out with friends in Malibu, trying to find some scapegoat out because at the end of the day, you were too selfish to make the decision yourself, he had happily encouraged it. He was going to be out for the weekend and was feeling bad for it, so hanging out with friends seemed like the appropriate reaction. He knew you were social and greeted the opportunity that you had expanded your friend base.

Great.

Which had led you sitting on the counter island, looking down at a pregnancy test, completing forgetting where you were because you’re period was two months late and that was NOT like your body chemistry. Ben had sent a text earlier letting people know they could come in whenever they arrived, so you had taken the opportunity to pay for the small stick, waiting for anyone to show up. Of course, naturally, it would be Ben.

Ben had changed even over the last time you saw him. It had been two weeks – both of you being occupied with work – and his evenly buzzed hair was growing out along with his beard. But despite that, there was no hiding those large, brown eyes that were looking at you, his bright smile taking you in. It had been subconscious wearing the tank top that did wonders for your cleavage and the short skirt but it had been in the late 90s all week and you were hot – not thinking that Ben was going to drink up your appearance the way he was now, his tongue flickering over his lips as he drank you in. But he doesn’t say anything, instead he moves past you, placing the groceries on the counter before he says,

“When did you get in?”

You try to ignore the way his cologne infiltrates your senses, returning your eyes to your phone as you let out,

“About a few minutes ago. Saw your note and was going to make my way into the living room until I got distracted by Instagram and alas.” You put your phone down and Ben nods as he starts to put things up in the refrigerator. There’s a knowing smirk that still plays on his face as he slowly puts things away, silence eating up your words before he says,

“It’s no worry. Thought I’d get a jump on dinner – its late and figured by the time you all got in you’d be starved.”

He turns to you as you jump down, throwing your phone on the counter as you move past him to look at the ingredients.

“Burgers?” you ask, quirking up an eyebrow and he nods as you grab the target meat, moving past him to get a bowl and he nods.

“I’ll help out. Traffic was brutal coming down here.”

He nods, not paying you any attention and you curse at yourself inwardly. This was going to be harder than you thought.

Its halfway through meal prep that you hear him curse under his breath. You look up from the tomatoes your cutting, as Ben looks down at his phone, his hair falling in front of his face with a frown planted on his lips.

“What’s wrong?” you ask and his eyes snap up at yours and you know its something he’s debating. Whether he tells you fully was always 50/50 with him. Typically private it was rare that he gave in to his thoughts.

“Jason, Lily and Denea…they’re all bailing on me. Jason got pulled into a last minute gig, Lily and Denea forgot about some concert they paid for in San Fran so that leads just you and me. I don’t mind or anything but…I want to respect your boundaries.”

His eyes have that predatory glint in them again and you give a slow nod, returning to your potatoes,

“It’s no big deal. Charles is out for the weekend so I’d just be by myself…I’d rather be with you.”

“I’d rather you be here too. That’s not the issue – we know what it is.”

He leans against the counter, his dark eyes drinking you in and you feel yourself shiver. When Ben got this way, quietly possessive and lust driven you never could resist. It was a shift in his normal, playful nature. Typically gregarious and shy, the goofy friend that could shoot off quotes and give you a top five book suggestion that varied each week – this darker side never emerged. But when it did it turned you on – you loved that he would take control and practically demand to bend to his will. The control freak in you that loved to be challenged thrived for it.

You bite your lip as you place your hands on either side of you, knowing that this was the last thing you should be inviting. The pregnancy was looming in the back of your mind and yu didn’t need to complicate your life evne more by jumping back into old habits. But four months was a long time and despite your brain listing off all the reasons it was stupid, it was not enough to fend off the way you had to press your thighs together.

Because you both fit perfectly, sure. Ben got you in ways that Charles despite his efforts, couldn’t. But when you guys were together physically, you both were practically electric.

“Should be fine if you are.”

He nods as you clear your throat, trying to change the subject.

“Well I’m not really hungry. We could finish food prep and then maybe head down to the beach for a walk? Kill some time and build up an appetite – still got some sunlight outside before it sets. Cool down…”

Ben doesn’t say anything, just continues to lean across the counter, hands crossed as he watches you. You can’t help but stare back, even though everything is willing you to look elsewhere. Instead you’re drawn to the way Ben’s muscles moved under his dark t-shirt, watches the way he licks his lips as he watches you before slowly uncrossing his arms, a knowing smirk on his lips.

“Right. Help us cool down. Deal with the nasty heat wave spreading.”

It’s a metaphor for the bigger issue at hand but neither of you let on to it. Instead you return to finishing your task as he starts to put things away. You both are silent for the rest of your time together before you move out, getting ready to get dressed. Because you both knew exactly what you were doing.

And there could only be one outcome for a dumb disaster like this.  

He was, he finally decided, a complete and full idiot.

It only takes one night before he realizes he can’t make it. That you were probably going to be the death of him either mentally or physically. You never gave him in any warning, couldn’t be aware of the power you had over him. It had been four months of you both mutually working to not pull each other into the closest tight space and fuck each other silly. Had set a maximum limit of being with each other for four months. Four hours – any more time and you both were setting each other for failure. It had worked so far. Could continue to make it work now.

So when he had walked into the space into the town home, surprised to find you casually sitting on the island, your legs that he swears is going to be the death of him crossed over each other as you looked down at your phone he knew he was fucked. Your hair was pulled back loosely in that way that always made him want to card his fingers through it as he kissed you deeply, your sunglasses lying idly on top of your head. It was the damn skirt to tank top combo, the lacy red bra straps peaking from underneath. It made him wonder which bra you were wearing – the red lace and black one or the all red push up that he could spend hours massaging your breast in. The idea of seeing the way your body squirmed for him as he massaged your fatty tissues, his mouth pleasuring your pussy sent blood straight to his penis and he had to distract himself putting the groceries away.

Fucking Jason and Denea.

They had easily picked up on the friend zone vibes you both had built up on the last outing you went on. They didn’t know the extreme details of why – you always took your engagement ring off when you were around him and his friends – but knew that you two were into each other. Didn’t understand this new distance you had built. So they had staged this whole thing, of course after he had bought enough food to feed a family, to provide an opportunity for some intimate one on one time.

“Enjoy a romantic weekend with Y/N. We all know how much you’re into her and by the way she looks at you when you’re not paying attention, she’s still really into you too.” Jason had said over the phone later that night and Ben had groaned, shaking his head.

Of course they both were. That wasn’t the problem.

After breakfast you had suggested heading down to the beach and make a day of it. At the time it sounded like a good idea. Watching you now as you surveyed the private beach for a spot, easily finding one a few yards away as you set down the bundle of things you’ve brought he knows he’s fucked.

You both had made a promise. You both needed to learn one another without sex being a driving factor, temporarily putting a hold on your romantic relationship while you figured out what you wanted. How to deal with the complicated aspects of your love life.

But as he watched you take off your beach cover up, exposing the emerald blue cutout one-suit, the thin material barely covering you he groaned inwardly.

He was going to fuck you. How could he not?

You were made from him, from your personality to the way you physically looked. You were, he had decided, his dream woman. He wanted to make you happy. Lived to be the other man in your life.

“Gonna bring that umbrella over here? It’s hot as hell today.”

Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he gives you a smile as he follows you, throwing down the boom box and cooler as he situates it to shade you.

You give a grateful sigh as you fall back on your towel, placing your sunglasses over your eyes as you throw your hands behind your head. He had started putting sunscreen on and he knows his mouth noticeably pops out, drinking the way your breast fall back and rise and fall with the movement, the way your legs look in the shaded golden light and he has to think about dying puppies and how horrible it had felt when he broke his thumb to fight his erection from rising.

Because fuck you were a fantasy, a dream and all he wanted was you.

It was what had you in this place to begin with.

You have a knowing smirk on your face, probably very aware of how he was drinking you in as you say softly,

“Mind rubbing some of that stuff on me? You know my irrational fear for skin cancer…”

It’s not meant to sound dirty but god if it doesn’t turn him on. He’s quick to move toward you, practically shooting sand at you as he falls beside you and you giggle as you lean up a bit, raising your sunglasses. Innocent eyes looking into his lust filled ones and the way you bite your lip, taking in his body has his nipples taut.

“Got sand on my hands, don’t want to grainy.” You say as you lift your leg and he wants to curse you, pin you down and have you begging out his name as he rammed into you because you were being such a goddamn tease. Instead, he squirts out a bit of the cream on your leg and he sees the goosebumps rise from the contrast of coolness from the warmness and he snickers as he turns his attention to your skin. Needing a new distraction,

“Sure. Don’t mind at all.”

You fall back on your place as he takes time rubbing down your right leg, then your left. He moves his way up to your stomach and bites his lips as he brushes against your breast, but you don’t say anything. Instead you rise, lifting enough for him to massage above your breast, then your shoulders, fighting everything in him not to look at your face.

He can feel your gaze on you, the heavy way you are watching him and he has to clear his throat multiple times before you whisper out,

“Ben – look at me.”

He closes his eyes and can feel the soft breath of your sigh as he feels you shift closer to him.

“Benjamin, please? Look at me?”

It’s a soft purr and he can’t resist snapping his eyes back to you. Your pupils have shifted, dark and wild and he bites his lips as he asks,

“Yea?”

“Maybe we need to cool off. I’ll finish….doing this.”

You give a heavy sigh and he nods, handing you the lotion as he stands. You shake your head as you put the lotion over the rest of your body, giving a frustrated huff as you try to put it on your back with no success. Your eyes flash to his again as he walks further and you both know exactly what’s on the others mind.

“No worries. I’ll just….run in real quick and avoid laying on my stomach.” You start to stand, putting the lotion down and he sighs, shaking his head.

“No way. The whole time you’ll be thinking about how the rays are fucking up your cells. I’ll help you out. We can do this.”

You betray a smile, grateful because he understood and knew and you give a grateful nod as you hand him the lotion. He takes long breathes, thinking about getting stung by jellyfish and his grandma as he walks toward you, squirting more of the screen onto his hands and massaging it onto the back of your shoulders – your back. You give a grateful nod, your head tilting to the side as he works you over, his hands moving lower and you both naturally gravitate toward you. He’s aware of the blood rushing to his erection by the time he gets to your lower back and you give a low moan, the kind that reverberates your throat and he groans, gripping your waist and pulling you back to him.

This was a bad idea. He should have just told you to go home. You both knew that being in situations like this – the kind where you both were alone – always led to the same thing.

Blissed out amazing sex.

“I missed being able to touch you like this.” His voice is low and husky in your ear and you mewl, your ass rubbing against his erection and he groans.

“You trying to drive me insane,” his mouth moves down your neck, feeling powered by something else. “You literally have consumed me and that’s before you even touch me. feeling you again, its make me just……”

Your hands move over his, squeezing him as you shift, your ass jirating against his before you’re pulling away, turning and shaking your head.

“Fucking insane.” You finish, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you wade into the water. He growls, needing to feel your body, hating that you’ve taken yourself from proximity and he follows you easily, the warm water cool against his already warming skin. You’re a stronger swimmer than him but his mind is set – he needs you and the feeling you can provide. Wants ot be so buried in you he can’t see straight and as he swims toward you as you wade in the water, a teasing look in your eyes, he knows you want it too.

“Why you running away from me baby girl?” he whispers as his arms wrap around you and you shrug, giggling as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“You know why….you asked me to remove myself if you got this way.”

You fall into him easily, your body pressing against his own hard one as you wrap your arms around his own.

“Why are you wearing my favorite swimsuit. You’ve been playing an unfair game since you’ve arrived.”

You shrug as you giggle out,

“Only clean suit I could find. I was packing quick.”

“Uh huh. Packing quick my ass. You’re such a goddamn tease,” he cups you in the water and you gasp as he nips you in the water. “You’ve been messing with me since you’ve arrived.”

You turn into him, your lips brushing against his own as you whisper,

“Well what are you going to do about it?”