Wonders: Another BenXGwen novel – Chapter 6
A/N: I’m REALLY sorry for taking way too long on this piece. College and the overall twang of not wanting to write has been hovering over me like a swarm of bees. ==
Chapter 6: Words or Weapons?
Ben Tennyson knew he was in for trouble.
Hell hath no wrath than a woman scorn…dammit, why couldn’t I have listened?
“You have some nerve, Benjamin Tennyson!”
Ben had to duck to avoid the magicked encyclopedia that was flying straight for his face, narrowly missing it.
The navy blue book thudded onto the RV wall, then plopping to the ground, Ben observing it for a good second.
It was a mistake on his part, as Gwen then lunged at him, growling as her fine manicured fingernails were all aimed at Ben’s face.
Ben knew how to avoid that too, having experienced worse things aimed at him. Still…
‘You are gonna be so sorry once I get my hands on you!” she shrieked at him, Ben almost genuinely terrified. Gwen really did looks scary when she was mad.
“I already am sorry, Gwen. C’mon, lighten up already!” Ben pleaded in the most un-pleading manner, only aggravating the auburn-haired teen.
“Lighten up? Lighten up?? You spied on me while I was showering! How is that something I can forgive that easily?!” she yelled, trying to levitate the entire stove at Ben.
Thank God that Grandpa’s busy getting supplies… Ben thought, deciding to embrace Gwen to prevent her from actually lifting off the stove. He could’ve sworn he saw the kitchen block unhinge ever so slightly before he stopped her.
“Let…me…go!” she growled, unable to break free of Ben’s bear hug. And since he was embracing her full-on, she couldn’t even try to bite him as he leaned his forehead against hers.
“Babe, we both know I’ll win this one, hands down. Well, not down now, but…” Ben trailed off, Gwen’s emerald green eyes threatening to glare a hole through Ben’s head.
She then hissed at him.
Hissed??
“Not…something I’d expect from you,” Ben said to good measure, Gwen then struggling.
Screw you…the auburn-haired girl growled almost silently, only amusing Ben further.
“In due time, love,” he said, barely hiding the chuckle he had.
He then took her lips in his in a manner the girl never knew he had. He did it gingerly, as if it was the first kiss they ever had.
And Gwen had no way to deny she enjoyed it.
It was just the lips that came into contact. No tongue, no blazing flares of lust. Just…kissing.
Ben shifted his embrace on her slightly more upwards, but not loosening it one bit. Gwen, who now had a little more arm movement, wrapped her own arms around Ben’s hips. All was forgiven.
They broke the kiss to gasp for air, their breaths hot and heavy. “I love you,” Ben said, Gwen knowing his sincerity was unquestionable.
“I love you too, Ben. But if you ever peek on me again,” she said, her tone daring to go icy once more.
Ben tightened the embrace he had on her and buried his head in her neck, making the girl squirm ever so much.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But Gwen…” he said, his hands separating to travel upwards and downwards alike.
“You’re irresistible,” he finished with an almost feral undertone, and it sent shivers down her spine.
Grandpa’s away again, and Ben often loved to…explore her –clothed, though- and Gwen found the hormonal teen girl liking it, though the mature 20-something in her head that was bored of playing doctor kept throwing metaphorical peanuts at her, going on the lines of “What if he takes it too far?”
Well I *know* when too far is too far, okay? she bit back, and found herself yelping mere seconds later. Oh damn that felt good….
Well? Is *that* too far? the woman in her asked with a tone she didn’t like.
“Ben…I don’t think I ever gave you permission to -ah!- touch me there!” Gwen hissed in the end, that brief second making her wish it lasted longer. Well, she could, if Ben was willing. Very willing.
“Well…explorations tend to lead to…striking gold, would it?” he asked, flicking his finger once more against such a fragile fabric.
Gwen almost cried out if it she didn’t force her own lips onto his. Grandpa or no Grandpa, moaning out loud wasn’t part of the repertoire. Yet.
“Mmmf…Ben…” she groaned out huskily, Ben himself only grunting out a response. Hormones tend to emphasize that actions spoke louder than words.
It wasn’t long before they both got engrossed in trying to one-up each other, Gwen forgetting the very argument that she placed against Ben.
Ben abandoned his valiant fight against Gwen’s lush red lips and began nibbling at the base of her neck, relishing in the soft, supple texture of her skin.
Gwen groaned out her approval of Ben’s venture, grasping at his chestnut hair.
“Alright, I think that’s enough sugar for one day,” Gwen said, half-cursing her self-restraint.
Ben reluctantly obeyed the order, slowly sliding his hand off her, but not before giving her a light peck on her left breast.
“Ah! Ben!” she squealed.
“Couldn’t resist, love,” he said, winking.
One day…one day, I’ll get to do that without her clothes on…he sniggered.
Getting up fully, Ben then realized that all they did just now was on the floor of the RV, and it reminded him of the many times they used to wrestle and struggle on that same spot years back.
“What? What’s so funny?” Gwen asked, readjusting her t-shirt.
Ben couldn’t imagine any bigger of a turn-on.
There Gwen laid, hair in a wonderful tousled mess of auburn, t-shirt wrinkled and messed-up and her body almost eagle-spread.
“Nah, just thinking how we used to mess around on that same spot a few years back, remember? We were practically making out back then, too,” he said, mischievously at that.
Gwen looked around for a good few seconds. The table legs were on her left, and the plate cabinet was on her right. Ben was right; this was the usual spot they used to tangle in for years. It sent a warm tingle down her spine when she remembered just how close they were when they had their physical bouts.
Since they were only 10, they couldn’t have cared less about where they touched each other. And there was a lot of touching, none of them intentional, mind.
“Would’ve been hot, wouldn’t it? Us getting touchy-feely at that age?” Ben suggested, Gwen’s face growing red. Ben then proceeded to crawl over her and whispered into her ear.
“And you weren’t even wearing a bra back then.”
Gwen instantaneously squealed at Ben’s risqué comment, the boy getting off her.
And Ben couldn’t get that image off his mind, either. A 10-year old version of Gwen, all feisty and tomboyish, with that notoriously body-hugging t-shirt of hers, splayed-out on the floor just like the 15-year old vixen version right now….
He forcibly shook that image off, trying to keep his head straight.
“You’re getting more perverted, I swear,” Gwen muttered sheepishly, walking past Ben.
“Hey, we all have our own sets of fantasies, right?” Ben said defensively, but with that boyish hint to it that Gwen adored.
Gwen had her own, sure, but she’d rather not let Ben get a hold of them until later. Much later.
*
“Hey kids, miss me?” Grandpa Max asked as soon as he burst through the RV’s creaky door. It was a living irony how that same door was still able to take a direct hit from an RPG and not have the slightest hint of a dent.
Both cousins were just moments ago cuddling on the sofa, watching the miniature TV until Grandpa’s intrusion sparked the Hands-Off Protocol –as Ben liked to call it.
“Yeah, we did, Grandpa. What did you get?” Ben asked, both of them used to these surprise situations and lost the nervousness that usually came with the risk of being busted.
“Oh, glad you asked, Ben,” Grandpa said, both cousins looking at each other questioningly.
They both then turned to see Grandpa Max unloading several plastic bags full of milk, cheese, bread, butter, bacon, cereal and…fishing worms?
“Err…Grandpa? You’re not gonna cook them, are you?” Gwen asked, slightly gulping.
“What, these?” Grandpa Max asked, lifting the can of worms. He then chuckled rather appreciatively. “Don’t be silly!”
Both Tennysons sighed as they slouched back onto their seats, quietly high-fiving each other.
“They’re bait for the eels we’re gonna catch down the river. Which reminds me, you both better get your rubber gloves on later.”
Both cousins cringed. Oh no.
A/N: OMG, it’s been like, *forever* since I last posted something for the fandom, so here you guys go. Hope you guys aren’t too mad.
Chapter 6: Words or Weapons?
Ben Tennyson knew he was in for trouble.
Hell hath no wrath than a woman scorn…dammit, why couldn’t I have listened?
“You have some nerve, Benjamin Tennyson!”
Ben had to duck to avoid the magicked encyclopedia that was flying straight for his face, narrowly missing it.
The navy blue book thudded onto the RV wall, then plopping to the ground, Ben observing it for a good second.
It was a mistake on his part, as Gwen then lunged at him, growling as her fine manicured fingernails were all aimed at Ben’s face.
Ben knew how to avoid that too, having experienced worse things aimed at him. Still…
‘You are gonna be so sorry once I get my hands on you!” she shrieked at him, Ben almost genuinely terrified. Gwen really did looks scary when she was mad.
“I already am sorry, Gwen. C’mon, lighten up already!” Ben pleaded in the most un-pleading manner, only aggravating the auburn-haired teen.
“Lighten up? Lighten up?? You spied on me while I was showering! How is that something I can forgive that easily?!” she yelled, trying to levitate the entire stove at Ben.
Thank God that Grandpa’s busy getting supplies… Ben thought, deciding to embrace Gwen to prevent her from actually lifting off the stove. He could’ve sworn he saw the kitchen block unhinge ever so slightly before he stopped her.
“Let…me…go!” she growled, unable to break free of Ben’s bear hug. And since he was embracing her full-on, she couldn’t even try to bite him as he leaned his forehead against hers.
“Babe, we both know I’ll win this one, hands down. Well, not down now, but…” Ben trailed off, Gwen’s emerald green eyes threatening to glare a hole through Ben’s head.
She then hissed at him.
Hissed??
“Not…something I’d expect from you,” Ben said to good measure, Gwen then struggling.
Screw you…the auburn-haired girl growled almost silently, only amusing Ben further.
“In due time, love,” he said, barely hiding the chuckle he had.
He then took her lips in his in a manner the girl never knew he had. He did it gingerly, as if it was the first kiss they ever had.
And Gwen had no way to deny she enjoyed it.
It was just the lips that came into contact. No tongue, no blazing flares of lust. Just…kissing.
Ben shifted his embrace on her slightly more upwards, but not loosening it one bit. Gwen, who now had a little more arm movement, wrapped her own arms around Ben’s hips. All was forgiven.
They broke the kiss to gasp for air, their breaths hot and heavy. “I love you,” Ben said, Gwen knowing his sincerity was unquestionable.
“I love you too, Ben. But if you ever peek on me again,” she said, her tone daring to go icy once more.
Ben tightened the embrace he had on her and buried his head in her neck, making the girl squirm ever so much.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But Gwen…” he said, his hands separating to travel upwards and downwards alike.
“You’re irresistible,” he finished with an almost feral undertone, and it sent shivers down her spine.
Grandpa’s away again, and Ben often loved to…explore her –clothed, though- and Gwen found the hormonal teen girl liking it, though the mature 20-something in her head that was bored of playing doctor kept throwing metaphorical peanuts at her, going on the lines of “What if he takes it too far?”
Well I *know* when too far is too far, okay? she bit back, and found herself yelping mere seconds later. Oh damn that felt good….
Well? Is *that* too far? the woman in her asked with a tone she didn’t like.
“Ben…I don’t think I ever gave you permission to -ah!- touch me there!” Gwen hissed in the end, that brief second making her wish it lasted longer. Well, she could, if Ben was willing. Very willing.
“Well…explorations tend to lead to…striking gold, would it?” he asked, flicking his finger once more against such a fragile fabric.
Gwen almost cried out if it she didn’t force her own lips onto his. Grandpa or no Grandpa, moaning out loud wasn’t part of the repertoire. Yet.
“Mmmf…Ben…” she groaned out huskily, Ben himself only grunting out a response. Hormones tend to emphasize that actions spoke louder than words.
It wasn’t long before they both got engrossed in trying to one-up each other, Gwen forgetting the very argument that she placed against Ben.
Ben abandoned his valiant fight against Gwen’s lush red lips and began nibbling at the base of her neck, relishing in the soft, supple texture of her skin.
Gwen groaned out her approval of Ben’s venture, grasping at his chestnut hair.
“Alright, I think that’s enough sugar for one day,” Gwen said, half-cursing her self-restraint.
Ben reluctantly obeyed the order, slowly sliding his hand off her, but not before giving her a light peck on her left breast.
“Ah! Ben!” she squealed.
“Couldn’t resist, love,” he said, winking.
One day…one day, I’ll get to do that without her clothes on…he sniggered.
Getting up fully, Ben then realized that all they did just now was on the floor of the RV, and it reminded him of the many times they used to wrestle and struggle on that same spot years back.
“What? What’s so funny?” Gwen asked, readjusting her t-shirt.
Ben couldn’t imagine any bigger of a turn-on.
There Gwen laid, hair in a wonderful tousled mess of auburn, t-shirt wrinkled and messed-up and her body almost eagle-spread.
“Nah, just thinking how we used to mess around on that same spot a few years back, remember? We were practically making out back then, too,” he said, mischievously at that.
Gwen looked around for a good few seconds. The table legs were on her left, and the plate cabinet was on her right. Ben was right; this was the usual spot they used to tangle in for years. It sent a warm tingle down her spine when she remembered just how close they were when they had their physical bouts.
Since they were only 10, they couldn’t have cared less about where they touched each other. And there was a lot of touching, none of them intentional, mind.
“Would’ve been hot, wouldn’t it? Us getting touchy-feely at that age?” Ben suggested, Gwen’s face growing red. Ben then proceeded to crawl over her and whispered into her ear.
“And you weren’t even wearing a bra back then.”
Gwen instantaneously squealed at Ben’s risqué comment, the boy getting off her.
And Ben couldn’t get that image off his mind, either. A 10-year old version of Gwen, all feisty and tomboyish, with that notoriously body-hugging t-shirt of hers, splayed-out on the floor just like the 15-year old vixen version right now….
He forcibly shook that image off, trying to keep his head straight.
“You’re getting more perverted, I swear,” Gwen muttered sheepishly, walking past Ben.
“Hey, we all have our own sets of fantasies, right?” Ben said defensively, but with that boyish hint to it that Gwen adored.
Gwen had her own, sure, but she’d rather not let Ben get a hold of them until later. Much later.
*
“Hey kids, miss me?” Grandpa Max asked as soon as he burst through the RV’s creaky door. It was a living irony how that same door was still able to take a direct hit from an RPG and not have the slightest hint of a dent.
Both cousins were just moments ago cuddling on the sofa, watching the miniature TV until Grandpa’s intrusion sparked the Hands-Off Protocol –as Ben liked to call it.
“Yeah, we did, Grandpa. What did you get?” Ben asked, both of them used to these surprise situations and lost the nervousness that usually came with the risk of being busted.
“Oh, glad you asked, Ben,” Grandpa said, both cousins looking at each other questioningly.
They both then turned to see Grandpa Max unloading several plastic bags full of milk, cheese, bread, butter, bacon, cereal and…fishing worms?
“Err…Grandpa? You’re not gonna cook them, are you?” Gwen asked, slightly gulping.
“What, these?” Grandpa Max asked, lifting the can of worms. He then chuckled rather appreciatively. “Don’t be silly!”
Both Tennysons sighed as they slouched back onto their seats, quietly high-fiving each other.
“They’re bait for the eels we’re gonna catch down the river. Which reminds me, you both better get your rubber gloves on later.”
Both cousins cringed. Oh no.
A/N: OMG, it’s been like, *forever* since I last posted something for the fandom, so here you guys go. Hope you guys aren’t too mad.