B. BRIDGERTON x F!Cowper!Reader pt 4
summary; benedict is struggling to contain his emotions and feelings around Y/N, after all, how could he be so sure that he was completely and utterly so infatuated with her after only this short amount of time knowing her? Was it lust or was it truly love?
benedict bridgerton x f!cowper!reader
benedict bridgerton masterlist
warning; major fluff n stuff <3
A/N sorry for the huge gap between updates! i have had an extremely busy weekend but here is this update!
The Bridgerton house had fallen quite as Benedict reentered the home after sitting outside for a few hours, sketch book in hand as he sketched a picture of the full moon that hung in the sky. He quietly walked upstairs to his room, carefully and stoically to wake up any intrigued family members as the time came close to eleven oâclock.
The man swooped into his room, grabbing a coat, and his tools for sketching and painting, before heading downstairs into the kitchens, searching for the wine his mother had been drinking at dinner. As he entered he seen a butler finishing up his duties and he cleared his throat awkwardly, half not expecting the man to still be up, the other half he was annoyed someone would see him up at this time.
The butler spun on his toes and froze, though quickly remembered his manners âMy lord.â He bowed his head and Benedict half smiled politely âShould you happen to know where the wine my mother was drinking at dinner would be?â Benedict asked, slipping his coat over his tools for the lesson, hoping the butler would not notice.
Benedict had taken two bottles, thanking the butler and dismissing him to go to bed, to finish the chores in the morning, before heading out onto the cool streets of London. Y/Nâs family home was not too far away, it was in fact just across the large street, and too the left slightly.
Y/N layed atop her made bed, wearing a dark maroon dress that was rather simple, along with a dark coat which layed across her lap as she stared intently at the large clock on the wall adjacent to her bed. The sound of the smaller hand ticking filled the room, watching as it passed by the numbers on the clock, it was like her heart beat aligned itself with the clock as the eleventh hour came closer, and closer.
Benedict left his home quietly, and thankfully without notice, as he made his way towards Y/Nâs large home at about two minutes to the eleventh hour. He anxiously held his belongings close to his chest as he walked as unsuspecting as he could, noticing a few gentlemen out on the dimly lit London streets. He bowed his head as a few gentlemen walked past him, waiting a few moments till they were gone before he slipped down the alleyway beside the Cowper home.
Y/N slid off her bed and made her way out of her bedroom quietly, eyes wide and on alert for any threat that could prevent her from going out with Benedict. She tiptoed down the stairs, forever praying that the floors had been redone since she was gone, as the creaking of the old floorboards would have alerted the whole of London she was sneaking out.
Benedict hid in the shadows, leaning against the brick wall beside the large, surprisingly bright home of the Cowperâs. To be frank he expected something darker out of the family, to match the scowls of Mrs Cowper and Cressida Cowper. All of a sudden, a hand gripped his bicep and he jumped, letting out a yelp of surprise.
âBenedict!â Followed by a giggle, and Benedictâs nostrils were filled with the heavenly scent of Y/N, and he let out a breathy laugh. âItâs only me.â She assured him and the man took a deep breath, a smile breaking out onto his face âMy lady, I could have you arrested for almost killing me right then.â He teased and Y/N giggled, covering her mouth to make sure she wasnât too loud.
âI apologise my lord, allow me to make it up to you?â As she said this Benedict turned to offer her his spare arm âI suppose that would be a sufficient apology.â Y/Nâs hand slid and rested in the crook of his elbow and the two made their way onto the dark streets of London. âI have been waiting for this all day.â Y/N spoke gently, her face was covered with the hood of her coat now, but her bright smile shone stunningly under the dim lights.
Benedict smiled âAs have I. I also wanted to apologise for keeping you all day, I had not realised we skipped lunch âtill I returned home and realised how hungry I was.â Y/N shook her head âThere is no need to be sorry, I was in good company so it was not at a loss.â She assured him, squeezing his arm softly to show him she was being sincere.
Benedict nodded a few times, his eyeâs scanning the streets as they continued to walk in the cool air towards the studio he frequented often. âIâm excited to see your sketches and the way you work, it has always fascinated me to watch someone create such beautiful pieces out of seemingly nothing but a mere thought.â The way she spoke was so incredible, he would have proposed right then and there but he figured she deserved something slightly more romantic.
The pair arrived at Benedictâs studio, where he entered a room that was above what looked to be a bar. Benedict lit countless candles in the room to brighten it up. Y/Nâs eyeâs widened at the hundredâs of sketches, work in progress pieces that were scattered around the room, the easel which stood by the window across from her. Her feet pulled her towards a series of sketches and paintings of what appeared to be a woman.
This woman felt familiar to Y/N, by the colour of her dress, the way her hair sat atop of head so casually, yet formally at the same time. âBenedict, these are all beautiful.â Y/N took small steps as her eyes observed the countless paintings which hung in a row across a book shelf âIs this a series?â She asked him curiously, her head cocking too the side as she observed the sketch of the woman stood in a large room, in the door way specifically.
Benedict froze as he seen Y/N intently staring at the countless sketches and half finished paintings of herself, in the moments Benedict had wanted to remember forever. From their meeting, to dancing together at Lady Danburyâs ball, their daily promenadeâs. He walked over and stood beside Y/N, his eyeâs meeting his work and he swallowed before answering âYes, Iâm thinking about making a folio of these.â
He smiled and looked over at Y/N, who had pulled back the hood of her coat, her hair was out in itâs natural state, falling down her back like an elegant waterfall. âWhat should you call it?â She asked, reaching out and running her fingers across the one completed painting of this woman, a glass of wine in her hand, surrounded by numerous people though she appeared to be the only thing in focus.
Benedict thought for a moment, crossing his arms as he thought of an appropriate name. âWhat do you think I should call it?â He asked her after he was unable to come up with a name. Y/N smiled, her hand falling to her side âHow about,â she paused as her eyes fell to the wine in the finished painting âCompanionship through wine?â It was perfect, she was perfect.
Benedict had been staring at Y/N as she thought of and came up with the name for the series of herself. Should he tell her? âThat is a perfect description.â He smiled, scanning her profile, taking in each angle and line of her face. She was truly a walking masterpiece.
âIâll have to finish each piece before making the folio.â Benedict added and Y/N thought for a moment âI think it would be beautiful if you left them as they are and make your folio.â She added before turning to look up at Benedict âDonât listen to me, I am simply an admirer, and you the artist.â She said embarrassed and looked away as her face flushed a dark red.
Benedict grinned âWould you like to get the lesson started?â He asked and she nodded eagerly, pulling off her coat to reveal her dark maroon dress, hanging her coat by the door on a spare hook. Benedict set two chairs up beside one another behind two easels. Y/N walked over and sat down on one of the chairs as she watched Benedict set a pear on a small table in front of them as a subject, before turning and sitting beside Y/N.
âAlright,â he began as he undid the buttons of his sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows as he continued to speak âwe will start with something simple, like that pear.â He pointed to the pear which sat lonely on the table, and Y/N nodded, picking up the lead into her fingers. âThe light source will be hitting the fruit, lets say from the top right corner.â Y/N nodded as she watched Benedict draw where the light source would be in the top right hand corner of the page, and she copied him.
Y/N had picked up on some drawing while overseas, she wasnât as exceptional at it as Benedict was, but she could get by. Benedict placed his lead down and watched as Y/N began sketching the pear, her head cocking to the side as her eyes flickered between the pear and her page. Benedict was surprised as she sketched in only a few minutes, and it turned out pretty well.
âI might think you have done this before.â He smirked and she shrugged as she placed down the tools onto the ledge of the easel âOnce or twice.â She stated as she looked at the sketch and was quite happy with it. Benedict nodded and grabbed one of the two bottles of wine he had brought with him and two glasses, pouring them each one.
At the sight of the wine, Y/Nâs eyeâs unashamedly brightened at the sight of the heavenly liquid and Benedict laughed as the light hit her at such a beautiful angle and he felt his fingers twitch. He handed her a glass and she thanked him graciously âIt was a condition was it not?â He responded with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, holding up his glass towards her.
âIt was, and I can still be as excited for this as if it were a surprise.â She smirked and clinked her glass against his before the two took a sip. Benedict hurriedly placed his glass down as the urge to draw her took over his limbs âHold still.â He told her and Y/N froze, the glass up against her lips and she hummed.
Benedict worked hurriedly, his hands working meticulously and precisely to make sure he captured her beauty. Y/N sat like this for a few minutes longer, just sipping her wine in this position before Benedict sat back with a happy look on his face. âMy apologies I had to sketch you, it was the perfect moment.â He spoke with such adoration Y/N felt her heart skip a few beats.
Y/N scooted her chair closer to Benedict, their legs touching sending a burst of energy through Benedict. He looked to his right, watching as Y/N leaned closer to get a look at his sketch of herself. Y/N gasped at how detailed it was for only a few minutes of his hands working wonders. âBenedict this is incredible, it looks as if it took you at least a full hour.â Benedict hadnât heard what she said, too busy looking at her and admiring her like he would a piece of art.
Y/N turned and looked up at Benedict, a wide smile on her face and her eyes bright as she met his gorgeous green eyes and the room seemingly disappeared around the two. Y/Nâs breath hitched in her throat as Benedictâs eyes flicked between her lips and eyes, and he slowly leaned forward, Y/N found herself doing the same thing.
The room had heated up since the pair had began leaning in, Y/Nâs stomach was doing flips as Benedict came closer and closer to her, before their lips meant. Y/Nâs free hand gripped onto Benedictâs shirt, smudging the lead from her fingers onto the clean fabric and she let out a small gasp as the kiss continued.
Benedict pushed his glass of wine onto the table that held his art supplies, before he brought his two hands to cup her face softly. Her lips were so soft, he could lose himself completely while kissing Y/N.
For a second, Benedict thought about proposing right then and there, what would stop him?
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