Benedict Cumberbatch & Tom Hiddleston Imagines

A Batch of Romance (2)

Part 2 of the previous part which was a request. This part is my idea and decided to combine the two. 

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Two months later

Getting out of the cab, you grab your purse and accepts Benedict's hand as he stepped out of the car first, and now you do too. A huge hotel lies before your feet, waiting for you to check in. It's already afternoon so you're ready to leave your luggage in the room and get some dinner. 

It wasn't before you got to the airport that you got to know where Benedict had planned the holiday, the celebration of your one year anniversary, and you couldn't stop smiling when you found out. He had booked tickets to Australia, which neither of you have ever been but are excited to see. 

Going inside the hotel, Benedict checks in at the reception and then you take the elevator up to the third floor. After finding the right room, you put down the suitcases. 

"We should get dressed right away. Dinner is almost starting. I've reserved a table," Benedict says while opening his suitcase. 

"Okay," you reply while opening your own and go through the dresses you brought with you. "Hey, which one should I wear?" 

Benedict comes over to you with his clothes in hand. "Hmm... How about this one? It matches my shirt." He shows you his dark blue button-up shirt and refers to your own dark blue dress. (Picture)

After getting dressed, you end up kissing for a bit as you both start to get this romantic feeling, being on a nice holiday and all. The pressure from two months ago has disappeared which makes you relax and able to enjoy this to the very full. 

And that's what you're both planning to do. 

Down in the lobby, Benedict takes your hand in his and together walk to the restaurant that's part of the hotel. As you approach, a man comes up you. 

"Good evening." 

"Evening, we've reserved a table," Benedict tells him. 

"Name, sir?" 

"Cumberbatch." 

The man checks a list on the desk for a second before he looks up at him. "This way, sir." He leads you to one of the many round tables, close to a little stage where there are musical instruments and microphones. Sitting down, a waiter is immediately by your side with two menus. You thank him and he leaves you until you've decided. 

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The dinner turned out to be magnificent and especially since there were some people performing on the stage, playing and singing. Once in a while, people would get up and dance to the music and then return back to finish their own meals. Benedict waited a couple of minutes after you were done eating before asking you for a dance. Gladly accepting, you take his hand and let him lead you into the rhythm of the song. It's a slow one, so he puts his other hand on your back and you on his shoulder. 

You keep eye contact with each other through the whole song while you swipe across the floor. He spins you around a few times, both in front of him and away so that your arms are stretched out, still holding hands. He twirls you back into him so your back meets his chest and you can feel his breath on your neck. For a little second, you close your eyes and smile at it before he spins you again so you're face to face. In the end of the song, he dips you down and smiles with parted lips. Pulling you back up, you're brought into a sweet and loving kiss. Suddenly, the people around you start to applaud, making you both look around you. Being so occupied with each other, none of you realized the others were watching you, and apparently thought you were good.