Chapter 6
I felt a light tug on my hand. Ben had started walking towards The Wet Room, whereas I had froze and rooted myself to the spot. I had to think of something fast before Ben knew what was up.
Too late. Ben felt me stiffen up. He turned around, his eyes looking at me, paralyzing me, looking through me, into me.
“What’s wrong Brit? You ok?”
“I.. erm..”
“You alright?”
“Not.. not really.. urm.. I do-don’t feel very well.. I’m feeling a little light-headed.”
Ben took my other hand in his and said softly, “Hey that’s alright, do you want to rest first or something? Or I could take you back to the hotel if the noise is too much for you.”
“That would be great. Thanks Ben,” I said gratefully.
“No problem Brit. You must be feeling tired after the performance. Let’s catch a cab back,” Said Ben.
Exiting Chinablack, we managed to hail a cab pretty easily, and soon we were on our way back to the hotel. By then I actually felt a little worn out, so I leaned against the window and looked at the passing scenery.
“Aww.. come here,” Ben said as he pulled me towards him, adjusting himself so that I was leaning comfortably on his shoulder. We smiled at each other before Ben put his head against mine, and we remained that way for the rest of the ride.
When we reached the hotel, Ben guided me into the elevator and into their suite.
“Go into my room, I’ll join you soon,” Instructed Ben and I obeyed.
I crawled under his thick and cosy duvet, and lay back on his pillow.. which smelt strongly of him. I don’t know what cologne he was using but it smelt so nice! It just makes you happy smelling it! Heh.. I was happily tossing about and playing in his bed when Ben opened the door, holding a glass of water for me.
I blushed and looked away, feeling like I had already made a total fool of myself. Ben put the glass of water on the bedside table and crawled into bed with me, the duvet binding us. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me over to face him.
“You feeling better?” Asked Ben, concerned.
“Yes thank you. It’s much more comfortable here,” I grinned.
Ben returned the smile and stroking my face, he said, “Actually I’m glad we came back,” blushing slightly, but still detectable nonetheless, “I just wanted to spend some quiet time with you.. just the two of us.. alone..”
“I’m fully amendable to that,” I smiled.
Ben entwined my legs with his, and we were so close that we could feel each other’s breath on our faces. We didn’t say anything to each other, remaining silent and enjoying each other’s company and just gazing into each other’s eyes seemed to satisfy us.
Ben moved in for a kiss and I more than happily obliged. We kissed for a while before Ben positioned himself above me, pinning me down under him. My hands ran through his hair, down his back until his waist, making him shudder. I was pretty excited, experiencing this surge of emotion for the first time, and I gingerly pulled up Ben’s shirt, revealing his strong, firm back muscles. We paused from the kissing while pulling Ben’s shirt over his head and throwing it down onto the floor.
As we were kissing really passionately, Ben slowly opened my mouth and carefully ran his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. I felt like I was about to explode. I had never experienced any intimacy like that before. But I embraced it, letting my tongue fondle Ben’s.
Ben rolled over, so now I was lying on top of him, our kissing still going strong. I felt his hands slowly pushing and rubbing my skin. I felt his hands fiddling to undo the fastener at the base of my halter.
My mind told me to stop Ben because we were moving too fast too soon. Still frenching with one hand in his hair, I placed my other hand on his, taking it away from the fastener. But Ben did not give up, this time heading for the back of my neck to undo my halter strap.
Fear and anxiety overcame me as I knew where this was leading. I was not ready to lose my virginity to him, not so soon anyway, so I quickly pulled out of the kiss and crawled off Ben, tying my strap firmly and securely. I swung my legs off the bed and sat away from Ben, thinking of what I should do next.
Ben came over and whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry.”
I turned around and saw guilt written all over his face.
“I’m sorry I got too carried away.. I didn’t mean to upset you..”
I smiled at him and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
“It’s ok Ben, I’m just not ready yet, this is all just really scary for me,” I explained.
“Hey Babe it’s alright, I understand. We’ll take things slow. Let’s not rush it, yeah? I’m sorry,” said Ben patiently and pulled me into a hug.
“It’s alright Ben, it was really nice. Thank you,” I said.
“Hey you wanna watch a movie or something? This hotel’s got quite good shows on tonight,” asked Ben.
“Yeah sure, sounds like a good idea,” I agreed as we began flicking through the channels, and a massive ship caught my eye.
“Ahh! Ben stop! Go back go back!”
“Where? Where?”
“STOP!”
Ben dropped the remote and I giggled at our little outburst.
“Ahh.. Titanic..brilliant,” said Ben as the show began and we cuddled up to each other again.
“Thanks for the dance, Mark”
“No problem babe, you were great.”
Mark had finished his third successive dance with a brunette that he had picked up in The Wet Room. He looked around him, and saw people dancing, water dripping off them, moving to the music without a care in the world. It was such a great idea to construct this Wet Room, thought Mark.
Mark sensed something was wrong. He didn’t know what it was, but his mind told him that something was not right, something was missing. He looked around him and soon realized what was bugging him: Britannia was nowhere to be found. He weaved through the crowd, looking for Brit. He spotted Christian and Paul dancing towards the middle, and pulled them aside.
“Hey dudes have you seen Brita…”
“Woohoo!
Mark rolled his eyes, and moved on to ask Christian.
“Hey Chris, you seen Brit around?”
“Nope, have you? Are you looking for her?”
“Yes you bloody drunk fool! If I wasn’t looking for her, why would I ask you where she is?”
“HUH?”
“ARGH!”
Mark gave up on his two crazy friends who began stumbling to the next song. Only one more person left to ask, thought Mark.
“Ben.”
Mark scanned the room but there was no sign of Ben, or Britannia for that matter. Mark stopped in his tracks. He put the two together, and realized that Ben must have taken Britannia back to the hotel. Pushing aside thoughts of what the two could be doing, probably in Ben’s bed and…(you get the idea), Mark dried himself hurriedly and left Chinablack.
Mark burst through the front door of the suite, panting for breath after hurrying up to find Brit. The suite was pitch black, except for the visible beam of dim light beneath the door of Ben’s bedroom.
Not wanting Ben and Brit to know that he was back, Mark stealthily made his way in the dark to Ben’s room, gently placing his eat against the door.
He heard a low moan, followed my sounds he vaguely distinguished as kissing, panting for breath, and then he heard some shuffling of the bed sheets. Mark did not want to hear anymore, but curiosity kept him glued to the door. This time, he heard voices.
“You nervous?”
“No.”
There was a pause before more kissing and moaning was heard.
Forcing himself away from the door, Mark sat on his bed with his head in his hands. His head was pounding, not only because of the alcohol or the noise in the club, but also because of the unpleasant confrontation he had just endured, which, at the same time, confirmed his suspicions: he was in love with somebody else’s girl. Feeling awfully cheated and pissed off, Mark vented his anger by shouting as he slammed his room door shut.
“When the ship docks, I’m getting off with you,” said Rose.
Ben looked down and saw Britannia lying on his chest, sleeping peacefully. He rustled her hair and kissed her softly when..
BANG!
Ben shook with a start. Hearing Mark shout, Ben cursed.
“That bloody bastard, can’t do anything quietly.”
I stirred, woken up by the noise.
“Ben? What’s going on?” I asked, still half asleep.
Ben looked down at me.
“Oh sorry to have woken you. Nothing, don’t worry. Mark’s just being drunk in his room.”
“Oh,” I yawned.
“You tired? Wanna turn in?” asked Ben.
“Yeah.. I already know the ending anyway..”
“Alright.”
Ben walked over to turn off the telly as I waited for him. When he got back in, we wrapped ourselves together. Ben whispered “sweet dreams” and I drifed off into a deep sleep.