Briefcases and Bloodspatter: Chapter 5: Benny doesn’t share food!!
Hello all, thought I’d get another update in while I could. I know this one is a bit filler-ish. I hope you all enjoy it though, I needed to get the story rolling through though!
Liv had just managed to tidy up a bit and throw on a t shirt and a pair if shorts before there was a knock at her hotel room door. Quickly she checked her reflection in the mirror – she’d managed to tame her hair into a long plait and luckily she’d yet to take her subtle make up off.
She opened the door and smiled at Benny, who stood patiently at the threshold. He hadn’t stopped to change out of his work out wear, and she look a moment to enjoy his exposed arm muscles. He had fixed his hair though.
“I’m really sorry for dragging you out this late.” She started to apologise, stepping out the way so he could come past her and enter the room.
“No need to apologise, didn’t I say call me whenever you need me?” He shot her a cheeky grin and winked “Quite sad you’ve put clothes on though, the towel dress was a good look.”
“But a chilly one.” She closed the door and followed him into the depths of the room. He took a seat on a plush green armchair and looked around.
“It’s a nice hotel room you’ve got here.”
“Thank you, you actually get to see inside it this time.” She laughed and grabbed a pair of glasses from the under-desk cabinet. “Can I get you a drink?” she waved the bottle of wine and glasses at him.
“A drink would be great. Thank you.”
“Well, I have a bottle of white wine here, or water, or I can call room service to get you a scotch?”
“White wine is fine, no need to fuss.” Benny got up from his chair and came over to her smiling warmly. He took the bottle in one hand and placed the other on the small of her back, nudging her toward the seating area. She couldn’t help but replicate his smile, his small gesture was so familiar – commanding and gentle – completely Benny Colon.
They both sat in the chairs and Benny poured them each a glass of wine. A moment of comfortable silence fell over the room as they sipped their drinks.
“So, what did you find? Benny asked putting his glass down and imperceptivity shifting into business Benny mode, his expression serious.
“After you’d left this afternoon, I managed to collate and package up those semen samples. I ran a whole barrage of tests – potency, virility, DNA markers, age verification …”
Benny grimaced “You can run a test for that?”
Liv nodded and took a gulp of her wine. “Well, yeah, every man’s sperm is like a signature to them. One of a kind if you like. It’s kind of an off shoot from the DNA markers. It’s also how we check for any present illnesses that may show up in a sperm count.”
Benny nodded and gestured for her to continue.
“Anyway, the vast majority of it belongs to Brandon – as we expected. But, there’s sperm there that doesn’t fit his DNA markers.”
“So that means … he wasn’t just having sex with women on that boat …”
“Exactly. And according to my test results we’re looking for an older man. Cable sent me a few hits, I just need to go through them and pinpoint before we put the cat among the pigeons.”
Benny furrowed his brow in confusion. “But I thought it was all individual?”
Liv nodded, “It is. But it’s easier to pull correct 99.9% accurate results when you have a ‘living’ sample to compare it to. This sample is a mere smidgen and faded on material, it’s harder to pull a correct reading straight off. Comparisons are harder.”
“I’m sure this will help us, somehow. Thank you.”
Liv shrugged, “It’s all part of my job.” She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Benny’s eyes instantly fell to the strip of flesh that peeked out with the movement. “Sorry to call you out in the dead of night, now that I say it out loud, it could have waited.” She bit her lip bashfully, and played with the frayed hem of her shorts.
“Don’t be sorry! I’m finding spending my evenings with you is a pleasure. I’m glad you tore me away actually, ten more minutes and Bull would have forced me into some night time trial prep.”
“I saw you were in the office, don’t you have a home to go to Mr Colon?” she joked not caring if she sounded openly flirty. The wine had gone straight to her head from the adrenaline rush.
Benny laughed, relaxing now that the business talk was over and done with. “I do. A nice modern apartment about ten minutes from the office. I do get to go home and relax sometimes.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “It gets a bit quiet though.”
“Nothing at all to come home to?” Liv could have kicked herself for asking the question. She desperately wanted to hear the answer, but she didn’t at the same time. It was like her subconscious needed to know if she was wasting her time, or if she was going to be heart broken by this Latin demi god.
He chuckled lightly and fixed her with that intense gaze. “Nothing. Not even a pet.”
“That’s a little sad. I don’t know what I’d do without my puppy.” She handed him her phone, proudly showing off her pride and joy. “His name is Chico. He’s my fur baby.”
“He looks friendly.” Benny handed her back her phone “Who’s looking after him while you’re here?”
“My best friend. Eliza basically moved into my flat to make sure he won’t wreck it.”
Benny nodded and glanced at his watch “I should really be getting home.” He got up and made his way to the door. Liv followed him and paused while he opened the door chewing her bottom lip.
“Thanks for the drink Liv.” He was stood close enough that she could hear his lowered voice.
How does he still smell amazing after working out?
“No, thank you for coming. You really didn’t have to.”
“A beautiful girl tells me she needs me, wearing nothing but a towel? I’d have no brain if I said no.” He tucked a stray piece of hair back behind her ear and pulled her into a hug. She enjoyed the gesture, wrapping her arms around his neck, and breathing in the masculine, musky scent of his hair.
Benny pulled away far too early for her liking, leaving her feeling suddenly cold without his body heat.
“I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well.” He winked at her and started to walk down the corridor towards the elevator.
“Good night Benny!” she called after him.
“Good night Liv.”
****
“So why wasn’t I invited to this pyjama party?” Bull asked accusingly, looking at Benny and Olivia over the top of his glasses as they talked in his office the next morning.
“It was late and I didn’t want to disturb you …” Liv uncomfortably pushed an imaginary crease out of her skirt in agitation. Benny just rolled his eyes.
“Give it up Bull, you’re not invited to everything.” The lawyer pointed to the files Liv had placed on Bull’s desk. “What is important, is that Liv here, found an anomaly in the semen.”
“An anomaly?” Bull started looking through the paperwork.
“I’ve not been able to get an exact match yet, but there’s more than just Brandon’s semen on his jeans from that night.”
“He was with another man.”
Bull nodded, flicking through each sheet.
“My tests say it’s an older man. I’ve got to do a bit of DNA profile matching today before I can give you a precise who.”
“Good work. This might just be the ace we’re looking for.”
****
“So I missed a hell a day, clearly.” Liv said as she sat down next to Benny at the communal table.
Cable nodded emphatically. “Gun play and everything.”
“Pete Peters is in the hospital with a GSW. And Clyde is pushing for a second degree manslaughter deal at the DA’s office.” Benny said pouring water into Liv’s glass.
“He’s just sore because that brat Taylor Bensimon threw the ipad at his face.” Danny added as she and Chunk unloaded the group’s Chinese order out onto the table, separating it off for each person.
“Bensimon … where have I heard that name?” Liv pondered, tapping her nails on the table and furrowing her brow in thought.
“They’re everywhere in this case.” Benny said, accepting his order from Danny.
“The families are tightly linked. Like Taylor and Brandon were paired off as kids, without even a say.”
“Speak of the devil. “ Marissa said under her breath, but loud enough for the whole table to hear as Bull came through the door, leading Brandon over to their table.
“Have a seat Brandon.” The psychologist put pressure on his shoulders and he sat awkwardly next to Liberty. The kid’s eyes were red rimmed.
“Here you go momma.” Chunk handed Liv her lemon chicken and rice, sitting down next to her with his own food.
“Ugh Chunk, Have I told you lately that I love you?” Liv asked, opening the box and inhaling the sweet scent from inside.
“No, but you have now.”
“To business.” Bull said as he paced around the table. “Brandon here, is going to testify. We need to give him some advice. Go.”
“Speak up.” Marissa nodded at the young boy, trying to be as kind as she possibly could be.
“Answer directly.” Benny said, putting a dumpling in his mouth.
“Keep your hands still.”
“Don’t slouch.” Benny said through a full mouth.
“Only answer questions, not statements.”
“Don’t fill silences.”
“Don’t smoke on breaks.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, jeez Benny, I thought you were a gentleman?” Liv laughed, slapping Benny’s bicep. His eyes went wide and he swallowed quickly.
“I was hungry.” He shrugged and winked at her. Liv shook his head wondering how he could be charming, even after such a revolting move.
“What did I tell you Liv, like a rabid animal when he’s hungry.” Cable joked.
He pouted and offered her a dumpling from his box, which Liv gladly accepted, with a friendly nudge of the elbow.
Everyone around the table that knew Benny watched the interaction open mouthed.
Benjamin Colon never willingly shared food.
For those of you interested, this is Liv’s puppy Chico.
Just a quick one, written on my breaks if it’s rubbish! :) trying to find a creative outlet in the corona virus chaos. It’s sort of inspired by the vicar of dibley episode. hopefully you’ll enjoy.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew I was making a mistake. A sick feeling swirled in the pit of my stomach as I gazed at my reflection. Everything else was perfect. My pearly white dress, the almost sheer veil with its gorgeous diamante head dress, nestled in the complicated up do it had taken Chunk nearly two hours to perfect. He had worked so hard to make me look flawless and beautiful, but I just felt empty and cold.
Marissa and Danny were laughing and joking behind me, resplendent in their shimmering satin dresses, a lovely, warm peach colour. When I glanced in the mirror, Cable was watching me. Her face as serious as mine. "He'll be here." She said quietly, her eyes meaningful. I felt sick, obviously it showed on my hands. "He will."
I sat next to Cable and put my chin in my hands. "I think I’m making a mistake Cable. Or is it just cold feet?" I hissed it quietly enough that the other two girls didn't notice, too wrapped up in themselves. "Sean is nice, and he treats me so well, gives me everything I need. Except . . ." I sighed, the words sticking in my throat. "Except the butterflies and the weak knees."
Cable fiddled with the hem of her darker dress. "They say marriage doesn't really keep those things anyway."
I shrugged. "I don't think I ever did. But he's safe. And he loves me. So much."
"But" Cable eyed me seriously "not as much as you love Benny?"
Even hearing his name made my blood flare with heat and my tummy squirm.
"Benny is . . . Special." I blinked back the tears I felt burning in my eyes. "What happened with you two?" Cable asked.
"Our paths never lined up like they should have. We always reconnected but we managed to constantly slip away from eachother. And then he met Grace, and I took a backseat in his life. So I met Sean, and here we are."
"He still checks in about you though. He makes sure he's part of every conversation about you. He makes sure Bull sends every interesting case your way."
I looked at Cable, I could feel a tear running down my cheek. "Is she still in the picture?" She knew she shouldn't ask, but her heart was dying to know.
Cable didn't answer me, but took a sip from her champagne. "What are you going to do"
I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Benny was happy with Grace. I couldn’t ask him to walking away from being happy.
“I’m going to let him be happy. And I’m not going to walk away. I have been happy with Sean, I still can be. But I’ll always love Benny. I Don’t think I could ever get that piece of my heart back from him. But he’s happy, and I can’t walk away from a chance at being happy. Every girl has a fantasy life. It’ll just have to stay as that.” I wrung my hands and sniffed back my tears, stiffening my resolve.
Cable just looked at me, unconvinced.
I stood in the doorway of the old church, with its crumbling flag stones and lines of melting candles. The unusually warm British wind blew my veil around and washed comfortingly over my cheeks. I had one had clutching my bouquet of orange roses and white lilies, and the other clinging on the crook of my dad’s arm for dear life. He was smiling at me proudly, with adoration in his eyes.
“Are you ready poppet?” He whispered as she shuffled into the little lobby.
I battled the nausea that raged in my stomach and offered him the best mile I could muster.
I could see the whole of the church from where I was standing. The priest flicking through his prayer book, Sean in a jet black tux, stood at the front talking to his best man. I couldn’t deny he looked handsome. He always did. Sean was a doctor and was always well put together. His blond hair was neat, and stood tall and straight, the embodiment of confidence.
I could see the congregation, my friends and family, all sat chatting between themselves in hushed tones. I could see Chunk, sat with Jason and Isabelle. Izzy. Benny’s sister. My heart hurt just looking at her. And next to her was an empty space.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, He had pretty much told me categorically that although he was happy for me (through gritted teeth and the most forced smile I had ever seen), he couldn’t be there. I felt a pang of anger and despair seeing the empty seat. Let him be happy. Give yourself a chance to be loved and maybe love someone else as much.
It was now or never. I looked at my dad and nodded. “I’m ready.”
The organ started to play the wedding march and the verger signalled for me to start my walk down the aisle.
“And so friends and family gathered here today …” I looked up at Sean, his blue eyes sparkled like the ocean as he gazed down at me lovingly. He was holding my hands as if I were made of crystal.
You can do this. You’re half way through! I told myself, and smiled back at my husband to be, hoping the expression did not look too fake.
The priest had commanded the congregation’s attention and they were all watching the three of us avidly. I wanted to run. To kick off these ridiculous high heels Chunk had picked, and get the hell out of the church into the air.
I wanted to see him; I wanted to see Benny. I wanted to feel the strong, stable warmth of his hugs, enveloping me in his arms, wanted to feel him press kisses to my cheeks, neck and hair. I wanted to hear him say my name in every possible tone. I wanted to hear him whisper that he loved me into my ear while we sit in the bay window of his apartment reading books by moonlight again.
And most of all, I wanted it to be his hands holding mine, his smile radiating down on me, and his heated gaze full of love watching my every move as we proclaim our love to everyone we know.
I glanced once again at the empty seat, and held in a pained sob. He really wasn’t there.
“If anyone knows any just cause or impediment, for why these two should not be wedded in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace …”
I held my breath. I this was a movie, this would be where he’d bust in and sweep me off my feet. I thought to myself. The silence was deafening. It crushed any small sliver of hope that I’d had.
Well that’s it then.
“Very well then” the priest began, opening his prayer book to find the recital of vows.
“WAIT!”
I knew that voice. I, and the whole of the church turned back towards the doors.
The love of my life, Benny Colon was, stood at the end of the aisle, arms crossed over his chest and staring determinedly.
I could feel my heart beating in my chest, faster and faster.
He looked so good, dressed in a black three piece suit with a dark blue shirt. His hair was perfect.
“Do you have something to say, sir?” the priest asked, looking shocked.
Sean dropped my hands and rounded on Benny, his tall frame towing over him. Benny stood his ground and didn’t falter, other than his dark eyes quickly meeting mine.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Sean basically screamed.
“Well,” Benny shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, turning on the charm that he so frequently used with juries. “I thought I was ok with Y/N marrying you, after all, I was in a relationship myself, as you well know. But do you know what I couldn’t get out of my head? That I was letting you marry the love of my life. That it should have been me.”
He looked a me over Sean’s shoulder, a passion filled glint in his eye. “It always should have been me. I knew it from the day I met you. I knew one day it’d be me meeting you at the end of the aisle, I knew it would be me lounging on a beach with you for our honeymoon. Me holding your hand and loving you when we have a baby.”
I felt my cheeks heat and tears poured out of my eyes, I left the alter, running my way to him. Sean moved out of my way as I came passed, looking beyond hurt and deflated.
“I love you” Benny said to me as he caught my face between his hands, smoothing his thumbs over my cheekbones. “I love you too much to let you go.”
I smiled, looking into his beautiful eyes, and sniffed back the happy tears, clinging on to his lapels. I wanted to be close to him, to breathe in every little detail of his scent. “I love you too. My heart was breaking, I was barely keeping it together. It’s always been you Benjamin Colon, always.”
Benny smiled at me, showing off his pearly white teeth, and placed his soft lips against mine, in what started off as a chaste kiss, but quickly deepened to something more passionate.
Sean who was watching us in disbelief made a strangled noise. Benny and I pulled apart and looked at him, both of us feeling guilty for his side of the outcome.
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you have my life.” Benny offered, wrapping his arms around my waist.
Sean looked at me in desperation “Really, Y/N, is this what you want? I thought we were happy?!”
I felt terrible for him, I did, but I also felt immense relief.
“it really is. I’m sorry Sean I really am. I would have been happy with you, and you would have loved me, but my heart …” I leaned my head against Benny’s and let me fingers glide softly across his jaw line. “Has always belonged to Benny. I would have always been happy, but never complete. I’m sorry. Please try and understand.”
“No!” Sean spat and stormed out of the church following after him, throwing Benny and I dirty looks, and chorusing his name. The heavy wooden doors banged shut behind him.
Silence filled the church as Benny and I took a second to regroup and hugged each other.
“Who doesn’t love a wedding right?!” Snickered the voice of Jason Bull, breaking the tension.
Briefcases and Bloodsplatter: Chapter 4 : Revelations Benny Colon x OC
Thank you all for waiting so patiently for chapter 4. Hopefully it’s good and not too rambling for you. Unfortunately I am a trainee nurse, and so I’m finding it very difficuly to find time to write between working ridiculously long hours and sleeping. But I’ll do my best to get them out as much as I can. Enjoy! 2694 words.
Liv’s eyebrows raised as she scanned through the menu. She bit her lip and glanced at Benny over the top of the folder. He looked relaxed and in his element, jacket off and sleeved rolled up to his elbows. He had barely even glanced at his menu, and was watching her in amusement.
“What?” He asked her, humour present in his voice.
“So … do you come here often?” She grinned sheepishly when he laughed at her unintentional joke. “I mean to eat, not as a chat up line … although…”
He gave a loud laugh, tipping his head back slightly and his shoulders shaking. “Aha, yes. Bull and I come here a lot.” He said when he finished laughing, “It’s the perfect place to bring clients.”
“It’s an impressive place to bring clients.” She eyed the prices again, $30 for a basic spaghetti alfredo, it didn’t even come with salad, or bread. She daren’t even think how much the glass of rose in front of her had cost. “Is all of New York this expensive?”
‘Well done Liv … now you sound cheap!’ she thought to herself, mentally faceplanting the table in front of her. ‘you really need to learn to control your verbal diarrhoea.’
Benny didn’t look offended at all, he shrugged “We’re a bustling metropolis, you get used to the prices being sky high. It’s not as expensive to live here though. You know, if you decide you like it here.”
Liv smiled at him and sipped her wine. “I guess there could be a few things that might persuade me to stay.”
“It would be good to have you around more …” He looked sheepish and took a mouthful of his own drink, fingers fidgeting, “you know, we could do with a permanent forensic expert” his words were sputtered and quick.
Liv, who’d had a rush of warmth through her body listening to Benny’s words, felt her heart drop through her stomach. She had only been in New York, and working for TAC for a couple of days, but she’d felt an immediate connection with the dark haired lawyer. He’d made her feel at ease, and made her knees feel weak. He was her idea of a perfect man – kind, passionate, intelligent, dedicated and easy on the eye.
And he’d flirted with her … right? She chewed her lip, silently questioning herself whether she’d misread his attitude towards her.
The waiter beside her cleared his throat and made her jump, shaking her out of her thoughts.
“You alright Liv?” Benny’s brow was furrowed and his eyes were filled with concern. He reached out and laid a hand over hers. Her skin felt tingly at the contact and she smiled at him weakly, nodding her head.
“Yeah, sorry, spaced out there for a second.” She turned her hand over in his, so they were palm to palm. He smiled and nodded at her, but his eyes still held a little worry.
“What can I get you Miss?” the waiter asked.
Liv pulled her attention away from Benny and smiled at him. “The spaghetti Alfredo, please. Nothing else. Thank you.”
The waiter wrote down her order and nodded, collecting up their menus.
“You sure you’re ok? You left me there for a minute.” Benny asked again, his eyes holding hers with intensity.
“Not intentionally, sorry.” It was her turn to fiddle with her cutlery uncomfortably. “My thoughts got away from me for a second. I’m back now, I promise, I wont disappear on you again.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I like having you here with me.”
‘There he goes again … that’s flirting right?’
“So tell me more about you Olivia Byrne” Benny took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair watching her.
“You really want me to bore you with my life story?” she joked.
“I don’t think you could ever bore me, Liv.”
****
“Thank you again for lunch Benny, you really didn’t have to pay for me too.” You said, as the pair of you reached your little lab.
“It was a pleasure to spend the time with you.” Benny leaned against the door jamb as you unlocked the glass panel. “The first of many, I hope?” the relaxed Benjamin Colon that Liv had had lunch with was gone, he was back to being the perfect pristine lawyer, without even so much as a wrinkle in his jacket. His eyes though, his eyes were the same, somehow a captivating mixture of soft and intense all mixed into one.
Liv tried to hide the blush that peeked onto her cheeks. “I’d like that.”
“Really?” He smiled wide, dimples in his cheeks and showing off his perfect pearly whites.
“Aha” Liv laughed and let them into her office, dropping her bag down onto her desk. “I’m surprised I didn’t bore you to death with my life story.”
The TAC fairies had been in again and the makeshift morgue had returning to being a regular lab again. Liv shook her head in disbelief, how long had they been at lunch? She swore they’d only been in the restaurant an hour and a half tops.
“Never.” Benny said seating himself on the edge of her desk. “Someone loves you, you’ve got a parcel here.” He nudged the large yellow padded bag.
Live rolled her eyes and sat down, quickly opening the package. She pulled out a little note card, two vacuum sealed bags filled with clothing and a wrapped pair of test tubes. She studied the note, and laughed out loud. Benny peered over her shoulder, also scanning the writing.
You asked for semen! Have fun! But not too much fun!
Marissa x
He chuckled and shook his head. “The body fluid work never stops for you, does it?”
“What can I say?” She countered, grinning, “Who doesn’t like getting a little messy?”
“I completely agree.” His eyes held that fiery look again, the one that flooded Liv’s skin with goose bumps and made her jig her thighs together to create a bit of friction.
‘Do you now?’ Liv asked seductively her voice, thick as honey. She licked her lips, and pushed all the items from her desk, not caring about the bangs and crashes. She kicked her chair back and climbed up onto the table, kneeling beside Benny, who was still watching her intently, with a cocky smirk on his handsome face.
“Want me to show you how much?” his voice was husky and low as he deliberately looked her up and down, as if she was something edible.
She didn’t give him an answer. She just grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him flush against her, their lips slamming together in a heated, passionate kiss. One hand kept him pulled to her, while the other ran through his silky black hair. He ran a warm hand under the hem of her black blouse, the contact a burning tease.
“Liv, you’ve gone again.” Benny roused her from her trance with an knowing grin plastered on his handsome face. “What are you thinking about?” his voice had dropped an octave and was oozing anticipation.
Liv swallowed hard, well aware that her face was probably as red as a phone box. She looked him in the eye and laughed – there was no point playing coy – “Messy things.”
She picked up the packages of clothes and stood up from her desk, walking with purpose over to her work bench. She could still feel his eyes on her, drifting down her back and pausing briefly on her backside. She grinned in victory. She didn’t know what it was with this man that made her feel like a naughty twenty something again, but she was enjoying every minute of it.
He made a noise in his throat that she wasn’t sure whether it was a sigh or him clearing it.
“I should get going Liv, before Bull comes looking for me.” He stood up and straightened his jacket.
“Mmm I’m sure you have boring legal work to do, you can’t stay and play mad scientist all day.”
He smirked and raised and eyebrow, watching her as she put on her lab coat and gloves. “Is that what you do in here really? Pretend you’re helping us, but really you’re plotting to take over the world with chemical warfare?”
Liv laughed and waved the material she had just taken out of the bag at him. “That’s right, you caught me. And I’m starting this experiment with these … lovely semen stained jeans … mmm” they both pulled a face and laughed.
“Well, it’s a starting point.” He made his way towards the door, but stopped in the doorway. “You know where to find me if you need anything … or a sidekick … if you can steal me away from Bull.”
“I do. See you later Benny. Go, before I get you or I in trouble.”
He nodded and left the lab, but ducked his head back in a couple of seconds later.
“Oh and Liv …”
Liv looked up from her task, and smiled as she saw him grinning at her.
“You look good in a white coat.” And with that he was gone, not even leaving her time to reply.
She swore her face was going to split in half with how wide she was smiling.
****
“Good god, what are those?” Liv asked Cable, her mouth hanging open a little as she took in the black and white photograph on the cyber whizz’s screen.
“I know, they’re racy, right?” Cable agreed. Flipping through the files to show the rest of the set to Liv, who’s eyebrows were climbing ever higher into her hairline. “I found them in the snapchat ether.”
“Yup, see his monogram, here?” cable pointed to the little embroidery on all the pillows.
Liv rolled her eyes and made a noise of disgust, “ugh rich kids.” She studied the photo closer and furrowed her brow in confusion. “That’s not Alyssa Yang. The bone structure is incorrect, and those are definitely not Alyssa’s nails, she bites. Any idea who it is?”
Cable shrugged “I think Bull has an idea. Brandon says they’re not even sexual. Boss is convinced he’s lying about something.”
“Well, he can’t deny he had sex, and a lot of it. There’s enough semen on his clothes I swear I could fill a pint glass.”
Cable wrinkled her nose “That’s gross.”
Liv nodded, “Mhmm, I never said my job was glamourous.” She handed Cable a USB drive that she’s plotted all the DNA strands from the clothing and samples onto, as well as the skin and blood samples from Alyssa’s body. “Could you do me a favour when you have a minute? I know you’ll do it ten times faster than I will.”
Cable shrugged and popped the USB into her pocket “Sure, what can I do for you?”
“Can you match these DNA markers to any records or files or strands available on the internet? I’ve only got access to the police and medical databases.”
“Sure, no problem Liv, I’ll get on it for you later.”
“Thanks honey.” Liv squeezed her shoulder and looked towards the glass wall that was the front of Benny’s office. It was empty, and the lights were off. Her brow furrowed, he hadn’t even stopped into the lab to say good night.
Cable caught Liv’s gaze and smirked knowingly. “You looking for Benny?”
“oh, uh, no, not especially.” Liv felt the skin of her cheeks burn in a hot blush as she tried to cover her disappointment. ‘is it really that obvious.’
“He and Bull got pulled out to have a late meeting with Rutledge and Peters. They’ll be out pretty late. They kind of left in a hurry.”
Liv hummed an acknowledgment and looked at her phone. the happy face of her puppy on her background told her it was 6 30 pm. “there’s nothing much else I can do with my day, so I’m going to go back to my hotel, have a glass of wine and read a book in the bath I think. Will you tell them I said bye when they get back.
Cable nodded and turned back to her screen. “Sure thing. Sounds like a solid plan, enjoy it.”
Liv gave her shoulders a little squeeze. “Night Cable. Thank you. And that you for running those for me.”
The younger woman smiled warmly. “No problem, good night.”
Liv made sure her bag was on her shoulder and left TAC, heading into the elevator and out into the buzzing New York night.
****
Liv had decided she was going to have a relaxing evening. She’d ordered some fancy chicken dish for dinner and a bottle of white wine, along with the chilled chocolate mousse for dessert. It was an evening for decadence. The only thing she was missing, she thought to herself, as she lowered into a hot bubble bath with the bathroom lights dimmed to a warm golden glow, was having someone there to share it with her.
She eased into the water and shut her eyes, imagining that she was not alone. That her back was pressed against Benny’s hard chest and her head rested on his shoulder. In her mind he was drawing delicate little circles on the flesh of her arms with his fingertips, and murmuring things in her ear, occasionally pressing kisses into her hair, and soothing her into a relaxing sleep.
Liv woke with a bit of a start as her email tone chimed loudly from the other room. She grumbled and pulled herself out of the tub. She’d been enjoying that little fantasy. She wrapped a towel around herself and sat cross legged on her bed, pulling her laptop to her.
She opened the email from Cable.
‘Hi Liv, Sorry it’s taken a little bit of time for me to search them up for you.’
Liv glanced at the clock in the corner of her screen. 21:44. It hadn’t taken her long at all. It would have taken Liv easily a day to search the information Cable had in a couple of hours.
‘I’ve managed to match up the semen from the trousers and tests. I’ve packaged the results up for you. I’m still running the matches from Alyssa’s body. Hope this helps a bit! C 😊’
Liv opened the attached documents and scanned her eyes through the matching results. As she thought, the majority of the DNA strands found in the semen from the tubes, Alyssa’s body and the clothing matched Brandon Peter’s DNA profile. But one set of DNA stood out massively, and Liv’s jaw dropped. The matching profile could be a huge break in the case.
The revelation completely made Liv forget her state of undress, the towel being the only thing covering her naked body, as she dialled the first number she thought to call in a video call.
The phone rang for a few seconds, and Liv bit her lip while she waited for Benny to answer.
After a couple of rings he answered the video call. He looked exhausted, but still well turned out. His hair was messy, and he’s swapped his three piece suit for a deep blue work out t shirt that clung to his muscles. Beads of sweat lined his forehead and black gloves covered his hands as he waved at her. She’d clearly caught him in the middle of a work out.
“Benny, I’m so sorry, am I disturbing you?”
He smirked at her and took a seat on a near by chair. She caught a glimpse of the surrounds around him and realised he was still at the office.
“Dressed like that? Not at all.”
Liv’s eyes widened in horror as she realised she was still only in a towel.
“Holy fuck. I’m sorry I should have put clothes on. I can do that and call you back?”
“And spoil my fun?” He was grinning at her, enjoying the situation. “What’s up Liv? You look frazzled.”
“Benny, I need you to come here, I’ve had an unexpected breakthrough.”
Briefcases and Bloodsplatter: Chapter 3: How do you catch a cold? Benny Colon x OC
Here’s the third installment, sorry it’s taken so long to get out, it’s a crazy time to be part of the NHS, i just want wait to get my life back to normal. at least I can indulge elsewhere! please enjoy!!
TAC was quiet when Liv finally tip toed her way into the office.
Screen panels were all lit up, but there was no one to be found anywhere. Maybe I missed a meeting? Surely Benny would have told me? She tried to shrug off the nagging feeling of guilt from her little over sleeping blunder and made her way to the lab.
Now she knew where almost everyone was. There was a big crowd standing outside, peering in to the big glass windows. Danny and Chunk stood guard at either side of the door.
“Morning sleepyhead. I’m glad you’re here, I need a coffee.” Chunk greeted her with a warm smile and a small side hug.
“Morning.” Liv looked at the cluster of people and raised her eyebrows, “What’s with the audience?”
“A delivery for you arrived about 15 minutes ago.” Danny waved her and through the door and Liv cautiously poked her head inside the lab.
Inside, on a new marble autopsy table, sat a silver box, large enough to hold a human. Alyssa Yang to be precise. The room had been completely renovated into a makeshift mortuary, bottles of chemicals lined the desks and sinks at either end of the table. Everything looked completely up to standard, which was impressive for a makeshift job.
“Do you guys have little building elves in here or something?” She asked, both Danny and Chunk laughed.
“Never underestimate TAC … or Marissa.” Chunk chuckled.
Danny started to usher the crowd of people away, reminding them that they had work to do before everyone gets back. She toughed a switch on a panel beside the door and the glass instantly frosted, giving the lab the illusion of privacy.
“So where is everyone, other than you guys, obviously?”
They entered the lab and closed the door behind them. Chunk and Danny lingered by her desk while Liv checked through the paperwork and ID tags attached to the box.
“It’s Voire Dire day, they’re at the courthouse. They should be back in an hour or so, they left at 8.”
Liv’s dark eyes flicked up the clock on the wall, the hands pointed out that it was 9:40, clear as day. Shit! I didn’t realise it was that late. Bull is going to fire me before I’ve even started to help, and I was just beginning to like it here.
Her face obviously betrayed her thoughts, Chunk laughed a little under his breath and smiled at her warmly. “It’s ok, we all get it. You’ve come a long way, you’ve barely been here 2 days, and we kept you out pretty late.”
“Bull’s going to kill me isn’t he?” the awful feeling in the pit of her stomach clenched.
The stylist grinned mischievously “No, don’t worry, Benny covered for you expertly.” His eyes sparkled. “Our boy seems to have a bit of a soft spot for you. Did he get you home safe?”
Danny rolled her eyes, but smiled at the banter. “I’ll go get us all coffee.”
“Thank you!” Liv welcomed the distraction, but Chunk was having none of it, installing himself in her desk chair.
“I’m waiting.”
“Hmm?” Liv had hoped it’d be the end of the conversation, as she started to wash her hands and gather her protective gear.
“Benny. He got you back ok? You were a little light headed when the pair of you fell into the cab.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “How much of a tit did I make of myself? Go on, I can take it.”
Chunk laughed heartily and shook his head, “You didn’t mama, You were just dog tired.”
“Mmm everything was a bit of a blur.” It wasn’t. She remembered everything.
In the cab they’d talked about their families in hushed tones, their heads bowed together, little fingers linked on the seat between them. When they had pulled up to the hotel, he’d told the driver to hold and left everything in the back seat. They’d waited for the lift, but got bored quickly and had ended up racing each other up the four flights of stairs both collapsing at the top, out of breath and laughing uncontrollably. The normally immaculate Benny was showing signs of wear and tear, the longer pieces of his hair had started to move from their perfectly coiffed position, a few sections dangling in his eyes. When they finally made it to her door, he’d given her a hug, his smell of sandalwood and leather engulfing her, an kissed her on the cheek bidding her good night. And then she had the dream.
Her cheeks fought a flare of heat as she remembered her dream about him.
“He was very sweet though.”
Chunk nodded. “He’s the king of chivalry.”
Danny re-entered the room clutching three cups of coffee. All talk of Benny’s charming traits died off. Liv had begun to feel a kinship with Chunk, like he was becoming her unofficial work brother, but she knew Danny preferred to keep personal life stuff just that, personal.
“Coffee. We’ve gotta clear out of here, we’re under instructions from boss man. Good luck Liv. You’ve got until 1, and then the body has to go the prosecution.”
“Thanks Danny.” Live gave them a last smile before strapping her mask on. “That’s plenty of time.”
They left her alone in the room, Chunk shooting her a wink on his way out the door.
Fully dressed in protective wear, Liv lifted the lid and sides off the box, exposing Alyssa’s battered body. She ran a finger long the mottled skin of her arm. “I’ll try and be as gentle as I can honey, you’ve seen enough pain.”
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“You must have spent a fortune on these nails.” Liv said as she slid a swab under the long, finally manicured nails. “They are very pretty, I used to make sure my nails were always nice too, before I started doing my job.” She placed the swab in a tube, and noted the number in her log. “They tend to frown on you having painted nails when you work in a crime lab.” She repeated the same process on Alyssa’s other hand.
“I think it’s got something to do with possible evidence contamination.”
Liv smiled hearing Benny’s voice, and looked up from Alyssa’s body, he was looking Dapper in a steel grey three piece suit with a white shirt and cobalt blue tie. His olive skin was perfect and showed absolutely no signs of their late night. He shot her a dazzling smile, his dark brown eyes alight.
“That’s exactly right,” Liv looked back down at the body. She’d finally examined all she could without performing a full autopsy, which would have been deemed unnecessary, she was trying to find evidence that Brandon Peters couldn’t have been her murderer, not checking underlying conditions. “Although I don’t think you’d have needed to think about that in your line of work, would you. I’d have chosen another career path if I was you though, drugs are dangerous.”
“You know, I think I used to watch a tv show where the medical examiner talked to their ….” He trailed off, not wanting to be insensitive, but waved his hand in the direction of her body.
“I think I know the one. It’s a common thing, I think it keeps us sane. And gives us a bit of purpose.”
He nodded, still keeping his distance from her and the table. She laughed lightly.
“She’s not going to bite you Benny, and neither will I, unless you ask nicely.”
Benny’s eyes widened and his eyebrows leapt into his hairline for a few seconds while he processed what she’s just said. He grinned, and took a step closer to them. “Oh, I’ll be sure to.”
Liv was so glad the mask covered all but her eyes, as she flushed a hot pink and her belly twisted, she bit her lip, hidden under the fabric. A little snippet of him, gliding his tongue across her collar bone from her dream the night before exploded into her head. Luckily she wasn’t holding anything in her hands, or she’d have dropped it. She closed her eyes briefly and took a steadying breath, when she opened them again he was smirking.
She tried desperately to clear the cloud of her mind.
“How was voire dire?”
Benny cleared his throat and rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Stressful. Rutledge is an asshole that thinks he knows best. We’ve got a good jury though. Should be sympathise with our client. Can’t ask for much more really.” He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning on her desk and crossed his ankles. He watched Liv as she busied herself washing down Alyssa’s body, and closing the silver transport case. “We’ve got a good mirror jury too. Hopefully it’ll help.”
“You know,” Live said as she fiddled with the clasps on the case, looking up at him briefly through her eyelashes. “Until I started working closer with court cases, I had no idea voire dire was a thing. I’ve never seen it done. I don’t know what I’d say, if I was doing it.”
“It’s all word play really. Structure the questions so they seem benign but get what you want from the underlying answers. Bull is very good at crafting the right questions.”
Liv nodded and started peeling away her protective clothing, revealing her flattering dark blue jeans and black blouse with its matching camisole. She’d picked the outfit deliberately. It showed off just the right amount of flesh and curve to be enticing, but not too exposing that nothing would be left to the imagination. She grinned internally as Benny subtly looked her up and down with praising eyes.
“What kind of questions?”
“Why do you catch a cold?” He took a deep breath, but the words of his next question almost ran together “Do you want to come for lunch with me.”
Liv looked at him over her shoulder while she washed and dried her hands.
“That’s a strange question. The cold one … not the lunch one.”
Benny shrugged. “It worked though. And would you? The lunch. Not the cold.” He gave her a winning smile.
She felt like a teenager, being asked to the prom by the boy she fancied. “Lunch would be good.” She was impressed with herself. Her babbling was under control, and her confidence with him was soaring.
“Perfect. Are you ready now? There’s a really nice Italian place just down the block.”
Liv moved the box of tubes into the fridge, and grabbed her handbag.
“Italian sounds great. We’ll just need to leave the keys with Marissa so the prosecution can collect her at one.”
They left the lab and Liv locked the door behind her. Benny leaned against the glass wall next to her, their arms touching, the proximity welcomed by both of them. He watched her with those intense eyes, a playful smile on his lips.
“So tell me, why would you catch a cold?” his voice was hushed, so only the two of them would hear it.
She felt that unfamiliar wave of confidence crash into her again, and liv chose to embrace it. She looked back at him, her eyes shining with mischief.
“Me? I’d catch a cold from kissing in the rain.” She shrugged it off as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, and started to walk down the corridor, leaving Benny, who was frozen in his place, eyes wide.
@reelovesbennycolon i hope this helps brighten your day. :)
Briefcases and Blood Splatter Benny Colon x OC - Chapter 1: In the beginning
Hello! This is my first Benny Colon fic, I don’t think there’s enough out there for him, so I thought I’d give it a crack. This first chapter is essentially introductions to get us off the ground running, so please dont judge too harshly!! :) Thanks for reading. 1622 words
Olivia Byrne looked up at the towering mirror like building and straightened the creases out of her jeans. Her work bag felt heavier today than it had in a long time, she hadn’t worked for an independent company in a long time – she’d been getting comfy in her position with the police, let alone provided evidence to a trial analysis team. She’d heard great things about Dr Jason Bull and his team, but that didn’t make the uncomfortable swirl of nerves go away.
“Come on Liv.” She told herself encouragingly. Olivia had always been a bit shy, and the personal letter and request from Dr Bull that she attend and help them with this trial had not helped to cure her of that.
With a deep breath she put on a bright smile and entered through the main doors. A bored looking receptionist at the main desk pointed her towards an elevator and informed her she needed floor 22.
Olivia clipped her visitor’s badge to her blouse and gave herself an affirming nod. She knew she could do this.
TAC was huge. Olivia hadn’t been quite prepared for the size, or modernity of it. Every wall was glass, and people milled around, talking loudly and pointing at large monitors made up of multiple screens. She was in awe as she looked around, her palms feeling a little over warm with nerves.
“Olivia Byrne?” A sophisticated blond woman made her way over, a kind smile on her face.
“That’s me.”
The blond lady’s smile brightened, and she offered a perfectly manicured hand, “I’m Marissa, I work closely with Dr Bull. We’re really glad you were willing to help us with this case, we’ve never had to bring a forensic pathology specialist in before, it’s quite exciting really.” Her eyes sparkled kindly.
Olivia wiped her palm on her jeans quickly before shaking Marissa’s outstretched hand. “Hello, please call me Liv, I’ve never been one for formal, which is why I usually spend all my time in a lab. I’m a little nervous, but I hope I can help.” Marissa looked faintly surprised at her outburst. “And I’m babbling a lot aren’t I? I do that when I’m nervous, I’m sorry.”
Marissa chuckled lightly and shook her head. “Don’t you worry, there’s no one to be nervous of here. We’re all like a big family. I’m sure you’ll fit in while you’re with us. How was your flight?” Marissa started walking down the corridor, motioning for Olivia to follow along with her.
“Uh long, but good, thank you. It’s nice being away from London for a while.”
“I can imagine, but I’m afraid New York is no less chaos. I did like London when I visited there though, there’s something about it.” She stopped at a frosted glass door and swiped her ID card, there was a beep and the door opened an inch. “A few of our techs are setting up your lab for the case, just down the hall.”
Olivia’s eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the petite blonde lady, “You’ve built me a lab?”
Marissa opened her mouth to answer, but she was cut off by a deep masculine tone coming from inside the room. “Of course you have a lab. We need you to do your best work while you’re here.”
Marissa bobbed her eyebrows and grinned good naturedly, as she pushed the door open and stepped aside for Olivia to enter.
Two men inhabited the room, one at a desk – he was blonde with glasses and a typical psychologist’s cardigan. Internally she smirked, this must be Dr Bull.
“I’m Dr Bull, and welcome to TAC, Miss Olivia Byrne. I’m glad you could make it. I’ve heard a lot about your work for Scotland yard. I took a look at the Parson triple murder case you worked on a couple of months ago. You’re very good at what you do.”
“Thank you, Dr Bull.”
“Bull or Jason” Bull cut her off waving his hand. Liv nodded and started again.
“Thank you, Jason.”
“You’re honoured to be given the choice, you must be good.” A deep, almost lyrical voice said from the other side of the room. Olivia turned to look at it’s owner and her heart skipped a little beat. He had perfect dark hair, olive skin that looked incredibly smooth and the darkest, most intense eyes she had ever seen. He sat in a large leather arm chair, his hands resting casually on his thighs. The expensive looking three piece suit just added to his suave charm.
Bull sighed and gestured toward the other man “Benny Colon, our in house council.”
Liv swallowed down her nerves and offered him her hand, acutely aware that she wished she’d repainted her nails. “Hello, lovely to meet you.”
He took her hand in both of his and gave her a firm handshake, his fingers giving her a reassuring squeeze. “The pleasure is mine.”
Liv couldn’t fight the dusky pink flush that threatened to burn her cheeks, and turned her face away quickly.
“So,” Bull started, regaining her attention. His eyes flicked momentarily between her and Benny, Olivia could almost see the cogs turning in his head as the corner of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly. “How much do you know about our current case? I gather it’s not reached the news in good ol’ England?”
“It hasn’t, but I sent Liv a file on the case to look over on her flight. It laid out all the details we have for her.” Marissa said, offering her one of the spare chairs in the room.
Olivia shook her head, deciding to remain standing after such a long flight. Between plane seats and the three cabs she’d had to take since she left home yesterday, she had begun to lose the feeling in her backside. “Thank you, but I feel like I’ve been sitting for a lifetime, I need to get my blood flowing again.” She did however, place her work back on the ground and crouched next to it, retrieving out the folder she had been sent. “Let’s see … rich boy turns 18, uses daddy’s money to host a big bash on board his, or daddy’s yacht. Does what teenage boys do, and has sex with a pretty girl, only problem is, the pretty girl is found strangled and washed up on the beach …”
Benny nodded his head appreciatively, and smiled at her “Well, that was concise.” Olivia couldn’t help but smile back, his dimples were one of the most attractive things she thought she’d ever seen.
“Thank you, Mr Colon”
He held his hands up and continued to smile at her reassuringly, his chocolate eyes sparkling with mirth. “Benny, please.”
“Benny” she repeated, nodding and smiling back. She held his gaze for a couple of seconds before directing her attention back to her temporary boss. “So what would you like me to do? If you have a lab I can probably run all manner of tests, I could even pull a tox screen if you feel it’s needed, my inhouse results might not be as clear cut as a designated tox lab, but I can do my best. I can test for outside or internal factors as well, judge whether anything triggered her body to shut down prior to the strangulation …” Bull just sat back, watching her with an amused look on his face, twirling his glasses around in one hand. Olivia looked back to Marissa, “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” Marissa laughed gently and nodded, reaching out to pat her hand.
“You tend to over think when in unfamiliar situations. You speak whatever is going through your head in those moments, like you can’t control it. It’s a nervous tick. And here you are, in a new building, in a different country, surrounded by people you don’t know. Your brain is going into overdrive.” Bull analysed, looking smug.
“In other words.” Benny soothed, standing up from his chair, “You’re nervous and that’s ok. We’ll have you settled in before you know it.” He came to stand beside her and placed a large, warm hand on her shoulder blade. “I need to get down to mock court to go over the opening statement, let me show you to your lab, you can get some peace in there.” He smelled amazing, and with every subtle movement a waft of expensive came her way. Sandalwood, leather and citrus assaulted her nose.
“A good plan.” Bull also got his feet, nodding at her. “We’ve manged to secure some blood and hair samples if you could look them over for any abnormalities or anomalies.”
“Sure” Olivia smiled reassuringly, and nodded, blood and hair follicle analysis were easy, her bread and butter back home. She went to pick up her work bag, but as her fingers closed around the handle warm, soft fingers collided with hers. Benny, being the gentleman Liv could already tell he was, picked up her bag for her and gestured for her to leave the room, him following closely behind her.
Marissa watched the pair go, a contented look on her face. With a little sigh she turned to her boss who was also watching his old friend and new employee leave.
“She seems sweet. If a little nervous.”
Bull nodded and put his glasses on to look through some paperwork on his desk.
“She’ll warm up. Benny will look after her.”
“But Benny can be a bit … aloof … sometimes …”
“When have I ever given you cause not to trust me, Marissa? Believe me, she’ll have him eating from her palms in no time.” Marissa scrunched her nose up and looked at Bull. “Figuratively speaking.”
Just a little ramble I wrote for the prompt : “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
Lilly yawned as she followed Benny into the departure lounge of the airport, there were kids running around all over the place, and tired looking parents shouting at them and trying to round them as various boarding calls were heard over the loud speaker.
She knew she’d regret agreeing to go to Dallas with him for Thanksgiving this year. Not being from America it was never a big deal to her, she’d normally just spend the few days off curled on her sofa with a glass of wine and a good book. Perfect peace for a couple of days.
But when he and Erin broke up he’d basically begged her to come with him, as his family were expecting him to bring someone. He’d batted his big dark eyes at her and pouted. He knew it was basically impossible for her to resist him when he looked at her like that.
“Ugh fine.” She’s said with a playful grin and lightly smacked his chest.
“You know they’ve always wanted to meet you.” Benny had shrugged.
“I’ve no idea why.”
“You’re important to me.” He looked at her deadly seriously. He put his hand out, seeking hers. They were alone in his office at Tac, and it was late. They sat on the floor, their backs against the leather sofa and their legs outstretched. Benny has shed his jacket, waistcoat and tie. He’d undone the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves up, taking the time to relax after a long and stressful day.
Lilly took a sip of the expensive scotch he had poured her, not wanting to look at him in that moment. She’d loved Benny since the moment she met him, the day Bull had introduced her to the team as his new PA and his gorgeous dark eyes had locked with hers. Over the last two years they had grown closer and closer, helping each other through tough family times and break ups and celebrating successes and events. There had been a few close moments where they’d nearly become more than friends, where they’d nearly kissed, and Lilly had wished desperately that they had.
“Come with me. Please?” He scooted closer and took her hand giving it a little squeeze. “Plus you’ve never lived until you’ve had my grandmother’s pasteles.” His eyes lit up like a child and his stomach unconsciously rumbled.
“The way to your heart really is through your stomach isn’t it?” She laughed, and he shrugged with a contented look on his face.
“What can I say? I love as woman who can cook.” He started ticking them off on his fingers, “My Gramma, My mother, My aunt Louise, hell, even you aren’t too bad?”
She reeled back and looked at him with a mock shocked face, her hand on her heart, “Not bad? Remember that triple chocolate and caramel lava cake I made you for your birthday last year?”
He closed his eyes dreamily, and grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth and dimples, “Ohhh yeah, that was good, you’re lucky I didn’t propose to you, right there on the spot.”
Lilly felt a heat rush over her body and burn up her cheeks. She felt hot on the inside. Biting her lip, she gazed into the amber liquid in her glass, “Mmm, it is a pity, What would you have done if I’d said yes?”
He took a long, steady sip from his glass, looking at her over the rim with intensity deep in his eyes.
“I’d have been happy.”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are sorry to announce a delay on American Airlines flight DA4461 to Dallas due to weather conditions. The flight will now depart at 20:30. Thank you.”
Lilly rolled her eyes and leaned on the handle of her carry on bag. Benny shrugged at her, the soft suede of his jacket stretching over his arm muscles as he did do.
How does he even look this good on flights? I look like I’ve just rolled out of a hedge somewhere. He looked impeccable as ever, tight jeans and a form fitting dark blue polo shirt.
“Looks like we’ll have to wait a while, wont we?” he got himself settled in a seat, and patted the empty spot next to him, encouraging her to sit down.
She yawned and plonked herself down on the uncomfortable leather chair.
“I wish I’d have known, I could have taken that nap.” Lilly sighed wistfully, she hadn’t slept well the night before – Bull had her fielding phone calls until 5 am.
“Come here” he lifted his arm up and tapped his chest, encouraging her to lay her head on him. She welcomed the gesture, breathing in his unique scent – cinnamon, leather and something spicy she couldn’t put her finger on. “We’ve got hours to go, try and get some sleep.” He wrapped his arm around her back and traced soothing patterns on her bare arms with his finger tips.
“I can’t sleep here. There are other people around.” But the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body, were already comfortably lulling her, and her eye lids drooped.
“Ignore everyone else, it’s just you and me.” The last thing Lilly felt as sleep took over was Benny placing a kiss into her hair, and she smiled. She wished it was. Just him and her.
Lilly must have dozed for an hour or so before she began to stir. Her head was still cradled in the crook of Benny’s neck and he was still holding onto her tightly, she blearily tried opening her eyes the whole way, but shut them again, unappreciative of the naked airport lights.
She was acutely aware that Benny was humming contentedly, the action giving his body a pleasurable vibration. He was staring at his phone. As Lilly’s eyes slowly came into focus, she realised what he was looking at.
There, on his home screen was a photo of them, on his birthday last year. They were both laughing into the camera, with chocolate cake smeared across their faces. He has swiped a finger full of frosting from the cake and dolloped it onto her nose. They both looked so happy.
She grinned to herself. “Am I your lock screen?” She asked him, voice still loaded with sleep.
“Uh …” He looked down at her coyly, his cheeks tinging a little pink “Yes, but you weren’t supposed to see that.”
“We look happy.” She sat up straighter, so they were on the same level again, but she kept herself clutched tightly at his side.
He swallowed audibly, his eyes switching between her mouth and her eyes. The tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“I’m always happy when I’m with you.” He breathed lowly, his voice inaudible to anyone but her.
She felt the familiar heat and butterflies of being happy with him bubbling up in her belly as she looked at him. They were so close their noses were almost touching, their breath mingling on eachother’s cheeks.
“You make me happy too.” She reached a hand up to his jaw line and stroked her fingers over his flawless olive skin.
Benny seemed to pause for a beat, his dark chocolate eyes looked like they were hiding a raging inner battle, and then he leaned forward, softly placing his lips on hers. She smiled into the kiss, and worked her hand from his face into his hair, deepening their contact.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath.
Briefcases and Bloodspatter Benny Colon x OC Chapter 2.5: Dreams
WARNING, this mini chapter is fairly explicit. or edging that way. I hope you all enjoy and it gives you a second away from the current state of the world! Chapter 3 will be up soon. This mini chapter is 2.5 because some people are adverse to naughties, if it’s not for you, skip over this chapter, and carry on the love story in chapter 3.
The tiles of the shower cubicle was cold on Olivia’s skin as her bare back slammed against them, but she paid no mind the to slight chill, her eyes were scrunched up tightly shut, and her head tipped back, exposing her throat to the warmth of his open kisses. A deft tongue was dragged sensually up the column of her neck, lips finally coming to her ear. His dark hair tickled her cheeks and his big, strong hands held her wrists in place above her head.
“I swear I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into the office.” He growled; his voice was barely above a husky whisper.
He nipped lightly at the flesh of her ear lobe and pressed hot kisses down her neck, twirling his tongue over her pulse point. If her heart wasn’t beating fast enough already, she swore it had just doubled.
“Benny” she cooed, letting him assault her skin. She tangled her fingers into his perfectly styled dark hair, pulling gently on the longer sections.
“Mmm?” He hummed, pulling away from her for a second, but still long enough for Olivia to whine at the loss, her body felt cold without him pressed up against her. He switched the water on, and after a split second the waterfall shower above her head started to cascade down. The feel of the splashing added a whole new sensation to her already hyper stimulated body and she let out a little cry, plastering her hands flat on the wall behind her to ground herself.
Hearing the noise, Benny came back to her and cupped her face in his strong hands, tilting her head up. He took a beat to just look at her, eyes full of intensity and want. She did the same to him, trying to keep her composure as the water washed over his dark hair, moving some of the longer strands forward, they threatened to get in his eyes but he refused to stop looking at her, as if he was a starving man and she was a feast.
The droplets rippled over his smooth olive skin and bulging muscle. She bit her lip, admiring the strong physique that was usually covered by the impeccable three piece suits. ‘such a waste’ She mused to herself, as she dug her nails into the soft sinew of his back, her long fingernails leaving long, angry red streaks across the perfect surface.
He hissed in a mix of pleasure and pain, and closed his eyes.
“Kiss me” She begged, trying not to sound to needy, but she wanted his contact now, more than anything.
“I’m sorry, what?” He smirked, teasing her. He grinned devilishly.
“Kiss me. Please Benny” She begged again. Her dark eyes wide and pleading with lust.
He did just that, without missing a beat. His soft lips crashed onto hers in a heated kiss. She softened into the kiss and indulged in the heavenly feeling of his skilled tongue swirling against hers.
He broke away from her lips and began to trail kisses down her body, dropping to his knees before her. He gripped her hips tightly and she weaved her fingers through his hair and worked his way down her collar bone to her chest.
He looked up at her cheekily, and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She shuddered at the feeling moaned. He took the bud between his lips and sucked.
“Holy fuck, Benny” She half breathed, half cried in pleasure. “Benny!”
“What’s up Liv?” She swore she heard it. It was Benny’s voice, but he was still on his knees before her, mouth too occupied to be forming the words she could hear. But it was definitely his voice.
“Liv are you ok?” There it was again …
Olivia Byrne woke up with a start, her skin flushed a deep pink and beaded with sweat. The loose hotel sheets were tangled around her legs and the pillows were askew, as if she had been involved in the passionate encounter she had dreamed of. Her breathing was shallow and her knees were still jelly like.
It had felt so real. So intimate. Like he had really been there, hands and tongue all over her body. Her sex throbbed at the memory.
“Liv? Speak to me …” Benny’s deep tones brought her back to reality, and she snatched her phone off the night stand.
“Benny” even his name felt like honey dripping off her tongue. “I’m ok.”
He chuckled lowly, the rumble stirring something deep in her loins. “You sure there, sweetheart?”
“Mmhmm” apparently she’d forgotten how to use words, which was a stark contrast to her usual babbling.
“So did you call me for anything specific? Or did you just want to talk to me?” He laughed, back to being flirty. She must have called out his name in her dream and her phone took the liberty of calling him. ‘damn technology’ she thought to herself.
Olivia wondered if he was this flirty with a lot of women, he didn’t exactly give off the player vibe. But it’d been an instant connection with her.
“I was just going to say I was going to be late in. Someone kept me awake last night.” She flirted, a smile on her face, she relaxed into the pillows, enjoying hearing his voice. She’d deal with her insecurities later.
“Who? Must have been some company,”
‘It certainly was,’ She thought to herself, playing over bits of her dream in her head, ‘more than you know.’
“the best.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.” He paused for a minute and she could her the bustle of the office and Bull’s rambling tones in the background. “Liv, I gotta go. Bull and the clients are here. Come by and see me when you’re in?” He sounded hopeful, almost like he was asking her on a date, but he wasn’t.
“Of course. Go do your thing Mr hot shot lawyer.”
“Ah, you know I’m just a background guy, right? I’ve not been Mr Hot Shot lawyer in a while now.”
“Just go Benny. I’ll see you when I get in.” she smiled to herself. She’d seen him work - or sort of at least, he was a good lawyer. It took a humble man to be so self-depreciating.
“I look forward to it. See you soon.”
She couldn’t hold in the big smile that plastered across her cheeks. “See you soon. Go, before Bull blows a gasket.”
“Bye Liv.”
She leaned back and studied the ceiling, butterflies bubbling in her stomach. She’d only been there a day, and the dark haired, dark eyed man had already stolen all her senses.
