Good Morning | Benjy & Open
Feels like I’ve been asleep for ten years, and this coffee is no where near strong enough.
Feels like I’ve been asleep for ten years, and this coffee is no where near strong enough.
His hands tightened on her thighs and her sense of comfort was replaced with arousal. The change surprised her. She couldn’t remember ever being so affected by something so simple, but suddenly she wanted him. She’d always had a thing for hands, and Benjy had very nice hands, nice and big with long fingers. But the intense feeling left her confused. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way, not about anyone. She was supposed to date a guy, develop an emotional connection, and then the physical reaction would appear. She felt certain God would punish her if she pursued the feeling with Benjy right now. But then, she felt certain He was already planning to punish her for working in the club in the first place, and He’d never done her any favors, so she decided she didn’t much care what He thought. At least, not tonight.
She kept dancing for a few moments, watching him breathe slowly with his eyes shut. She wondered what he was thinking, and if he was going to answer her. Her eyes traced his face while she waited, working to memorize every line and curve. She never wanted to forget anything about this encounter. It was by far the best night she’d had since she started working at the club.
Charity was very pleased and a little surprised when he asked how to get her alone. That was faster than I expected, she thought.
"That’s easy to do, sweetie. You just come with me, give your money to that man by the hall, and pick an empty room," she told him. She stopped her dance in favor of just sitting on his lap for a moment. She studied his face for a moment more, then stood and held out her hand.
What was happening? When Benjy opened his eyes and caught Charity staring down at him, his breath hitched and he shifted underneath her. His eyes were wide on her, he watched her like she was some sort of sex Goddess. This was beyond messed up. Unfortunately, trying to focus on work with Charity rubbing her arse all over the increasingly difficult to ignore budge between his legs was much easier thought than done. Not to mention, it felt intrusive for her to just watch him while he was helplessly blurting out drops of precome in his pants—just for her—this respectable girl he needed to someow have a serious chat with. So messed up.
The look she was giving him was probably no more professional than the way he felt. Charity looked like she was enjoying herself, cheeky little thing she was, and Benjy wished he could take the rest of the night off and pretend that he really was just a man in need of a stripper. After all, that’s what he was surefire becoming. His eyes were locked onto hers as she climbed off of him, leaving behind the delicious ghost weight and warmth that had been the source of his pleasure. He didn’t dare touch his crotch, even though he really wanted to adjust himself. Fucking Christ.
He stood up and she was no longer taller than him. He took her soft, little hand and let her guide him towards the ever sketchy looking hallway where he was forced to dish out a considerable amount of cash. He stopped himself from being too friendly with the security man and asking how he was doing. That kind of talk was probably best left unsaid in a place like this, especially while he was sporting a hard on for the practically naked girl holding his hand.
It was time for him to take the lead, so he walked Charity to the private room of his choice. It really didn’t matter to him, he didn’t understand the logic behind these kinds of choices. “This one looks nice,” He grinned playfully at Charity and held the door open for her.
|♫ benjy and caradoc|
In this world that we fight each day
Although Caradoc knew Benjy was on his way, a chilling fear still ran through him when he heard something move on his dining room table. His hand immediately felt for his wand, holding onto it tightly, keeping his eyes locked on the space that the stranger would soon enter to find him. He only relaxed when he heard the voice of his best friend, a tone almost as scared as he was, as if maybe Caradoc wasn’t there. Benjy’s tone had a hint of pure fear it seemed, like maybe by the time he arrived something would have happened to Car.
Caradoc would have tried to atleast make some sort of attempt to smile when Benjy entered his living room but it didn’t matter now. His life was in danger and it was only a matter of time before they found Benjy too. Wherever one went, the other followed, and there was no way one of the boys’ would have joined an army without the other standing right beside them. Caradoc knew Benjy would receive a message and it shook him to the core.
It wasn’t until Benjy touched him, hands firm on Caradoc’s arms that he realized he needed to escape his thoughts. Caradoc had always been the more quiet one, the one that thought before he acted on something, unlike Benjy. Benjy was passion and determination and Caradoc was contemplative and persistent. Even with people around, it was hard to shake Car from his thoughts, especially if something worried him. Caradoc nodded, although he didn’t particulary want to stay at Benjy’s. Benjy had a great home - hell, it was a lot nicer than his - but Car didn’t like feeling as if he had to run. But Benjy was right and maybe it was time to escape for bit, at least until they got some sort of lead as to who it was that was breaking into their home. And what made Caradoc feel just a twinge better was that if Benjy was to receive a message like he had, at least he would be there and the two could feel that much safer.
Suddenly Benjy was moving throughout his home and Caradoc stayed in place, almost unable to move. He slunk onto the couch, palm resting on his forehead, eyes glued to the floor. What could he do? What could he do with a message that made no threat but felt like one? He had never felt more alien in his own home. He waited until he knew Benjy was in earshot distance before he shook his head slowly, almost in disbelief. “It must be someone who is trying to discover who is in the Order. Moody got one too, I just sent him an owl before. It’s only a matter of time before you get one. They have to know Benjy, they are starting to figure it out, whoever they are.”
Nothing else seemed out of place. The message delivered was clearly some kind of warning via game representation—didn’t strike Benjy as the Death Eater approach. He shut Car’s bedroom door and made his way back into the dining room where Caradoc was resting on the couch looking clear as day stressed the Hell out. It reminded Benjy of how Sturgis had appeared during their sparring session. Weak, worried, anxious. Another wave of anger washed over Benjy — this time directed towards Caradoc.
Benjy started determinately over towards to Caradoc, stood in front of him and looked down. “Good. Let them find out what they’re really up against and how they don’t stand a bloody chance, because no matter what we’re in this together.” Benjy reached down and grabbed Caradoc’s hand with his own. “Hold on to your guts for me, okay?” Perhaps if he wasn’t so pissed off he would given Car a few extra seconds to brace himself for the double apparation stunt he was about to pull.
Moments later they were back in Benjy’s flat and Benjy was helping Caradoc into his favorite chair at the kitchen table. Benjy knelt down and looked up at his thoroughly disheveled friend with honest eyes and as calm a voice as he could muster, “Listen to me, Caradoc, you have no reason to panic. You’re a Hit wizard and you can handle whatever jerk off had the nerve to start this mess. You’re tough and you’re not alone. Now I’m gonna put up some defensive barrier spells and crap like that.”
He stood up immediately after talking because other than feeling sufficiently awkward to say the least, he really needed to lock the place down. Seeing Caradoc worked up and frightened like that had Benjy reeling with nerves. There was no time to be scared, just time to help his best friend back onto his own two feet.
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Benjy had been her friend in school, despite their house differences. He had always been invited to her infamous parties and he was certainly a good time. After graduation, their friendship had subsided but was soon reignited at the time of her being brought into the Order of the Phoenix. Marlene considered him to be one of her only friends as she had made a pact with herself to no longer trust in anyone. The blonde enjoyed his company, as he balanced her out when there was no one around to control her.
By the time the older man had walked through the door Marlene was completely enamored with the alcohol pulsing through her system. She was no longer drowning in her own self pity, she was free of it. The witch looked like a complete mess that night. Her hair was grungy and tangled. She was wearing simple clothes, yet as usual they accentuated every curve her body held. And finally the little makeup she had worn was streaked down her cheeks but she was too far gone to notice any of that.
As Benjy spoke, she didn’t dare focus her attention on anyone else. It was like there was no one else in the room anymore. Marlene watched his every move, how he reacted to her unsteadiness, and even his response to the nonsense she was chattering about. For a drunkard, she was still somehow pretty in tune with her senses. Well sorta. Her sense of rationality had been thrown out the window after the 3rd round of shots but her integrity had remained intact.
Marlene rarely showed emotion. She was never a girly girl nor the type of person who enjoyed small talk. So instead of crying into her pillow, she channeled her feelings into the amount of alcohol she consumed. Before the war she was rarely caught with a drink in her hand and had mostly been extremely cautious when it came to alcohol. But things were different now. Marlene no longer had her family around the corner or her best friends just an owl away. She had to be cautious with what she wrote to her comrades, as most owls from suspected Order members had been penetrated by the Death Eaters.
The blonde smiled cheekily up at Benjy as helped her back to her stool. She ordered a round of shots for them, barely noticing the wary look the bartender had shot her way. She bit down on her lip as she processed his question, waiting several seconds to respond. ” Well…Mason is having twins. And Mike’s getting married in September. Oh, my parents are going on a trip to France.” She stopped momentarily as the bartender set the shot glasses down in front of them both to place the money that was owed into the man’s hand.
After she had tossed her head back and allowed the amber liquid to flow down her throat she looked over at Benjy. In perhaps the weakest voice that was ever heard from her lips she said,” And I’m here. Living in a three room flat spending all my money on the only thing that helps me forget.” She nodded solemnly towards the shots they had just consumed. “My life is going nowhere.”
Her eyes focused in on him so intensely had Benjy feeling more than a little self-conscious. He tried his best to give her a pleasant view, at the very least, offering her comforting smiles and reassuring nods. She looked quite different tonight. Extra disheveled — long blond hair a mess, still somehow beautiful while it framed her over-animated expressions. Despite Benjy’s small smiles, his eyes were glossed with concern. Didn’t want her to get sick, which was usually the end result of emotional drinking. And since Marlene rarely ever showed her emotions, was there any other reasonable explanation for what she was doing?
The bartender was grinning, and the expression on his face was more amused at this point than worried or annoyed. Maybe a few drinks wouldn’t do him so bad? Couldn’t get drunk, since Marlene needed somehow to take care of her for the night, but maybe the liquid courage would loosen him up a bit. Benjy slapped money into the bartender’s hand and smiled an irritated smile; a do-ya-mind? kind of smile. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was thankful that he had a little extra cash this week to be able to afford a few diner meals and nights out.
He kept his mouth shut while she talked about her family members. Although all of it was good news, Benjy had an inkling that now wasn’t the time or place to ask for the minor details. She didn’t seem pleased about any of it, ironically. Just stressed. Really stressed. It was rubbing right off on him, stressing him out as well. He gave an exasperated sigh and brought the shot glass to his lips, “Jesus Merlin, that’s a lot of family shit.” He swallowed down the burn, eyes squinting shut from the bitter taste alone and while the liquor scathed its way down, Benjy began to relate to Marlene.
He placed the small shot glass down and began toying with it, spinning it around on its base while balancing it up right, when suddenly Marlene’s voice hiked a few tones and exposed even more of her emotion, “Oh, no, no… c’mon, Marlene,” Benjy turned his full attention to her, staring straight into her eyes. His own voice dropped low and soft. “You’re doing good, Marls. Real good. Don’t put yourself down like that.”
Even as he maintained eye contact, Benjy’s thoughts began to turn on him, and he thought to himself: she sounds just like you.