Author's Note: I don't have a new story as such, but until then let's try something a bit different: This will be a collection of some leftover one-shots (mainly fluff), because I don't know about you, but I could use a bit of fluff at the moment, and so I thought I'd try to spread some positivity. The majority of them will feature Skye, my OC; her best introduction is in my story Dunn and Dusted. In order not to spam, I'll put them all under one story, but each chapter will be a stand-alone short from Ellster's and my timeline. I'll put respective spoiler warnings and placements in the timeline ahead of each one. Hope you enjoy!
This first one takes place the summer after Dunn and Dusted. No spoilers.
You and Me
"Why me?" Benji asks into the darkness.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... look at you, you could have anyone."
"But I don't want anyone. I want you."
He hears the rustle of bedsheets when Skye moves in order to look at him. She's making sure he's serious about this, not just messing.
"Because you always manage to make me smile," she eventually answers. "No matter what. You make me feel safe, you're always there. And you got that cute spot in your right eye." She pauses for a second. "Because you make me want to know everything about you, and tell you everything about me. You make me want to spill my secrets." Skye chuckles. "So I figured I'd better keep you close by."
Benji is a bit – maybe not all the way to overwhelmed, but he's touched. That sounded pretty. He doesn't know what to say, so he wraps his arms back around her and pulls her close, regardless of the summer-heat in Skye's bedroom.
"And you're good at holding people," she adds, and snuggles up into the embrace. "And you smell good."
Benji chuckles at the way she's now counting down. She feels small and warm in his arms.
"Also, you're a really good kisser. And you're English, I mean, show me the girl that doesn't want the accent."
He laughs into her hair.
"And you're comfortable," she sighs, and nudges him softly.
Benji kisses her shoulder. "I love you," he whispers, because it feels pretty appropriate right now.
"I know..." She sounds half asleep already. "I'm lucky."
I'm the lucky one, he thinks to himself, but doesn't say it so that she can fall asleep. Just when his eyes fall shut as well, she mumbles, "I love you, too," and a smile steals on his face.
"I want to know as well," Skye says out of nowhere.
"Know what?" Benji asks while he makes tea.
"What we talked about last night. Why me."
Benji smiles. She sounds like she doesn't really want to ask, but needs to know anyway. A little stubborn, but in a cute way. "Because of your pancakes, of course."
She shoves him a little, and he laughs. "I'm serious. I don't understand it sometimes. I was horrible when we first met."
"No, you weren't."
"I was a bit. Also you didn't get to taste my pancakes until after we were together."
Benji grins, then looks at her. "Because you're brave."
Skye frowns intrigued, like she didn't expect this.
"And when I'm with you, you make me feel brave too. Like I'm capable of more than I knew." He pours boiling water over the teabags, then turns to her. "First thing I fell for was your smile. Do you remember that? In Toronto, out on the roof? You smiled at me."
"I did?" Skye lets him draw her closer.
"Yes. It was..." Benji runs a hand through her hair. "I don't know. It felt so special somehow, like I was worthy of something."
Skye rolls her eyes, but keeps smiling. "The waffles are gonna burn..."
"Okay," Benji says absentmindedly, and kisses her.