neuroscienced: ([geek girl] surprisingly hopeful)
ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ ʜᴀʟᴠᴇʀsᴏɴ ([personal profile] neuroscienced) wrote2012-06-04 11:36 pm

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Tonight?  Tonight was going to be a special kind of night.

It had started fairly typical, what with the working late; Priya and Tony offered to take Allie for the night, just to help out (and because Priya had some pretty correct suspicions based on the way Bennett had reacted that morning when asked if they had any exciting plans for the night) and by the time Topher and Bennett got home, it was seeming like maybe it would wind up more "cuddle and then crash while watching sci fi" than anything else.

Bennett had other things in mind, though.  Things that began with "okay, wait in the other room for ten minutes and then you can come in."  Things that she was intentionally being as coy as possible about.  Things that she really hoped wouldn't be ridiculous.
boygodofneuro: (>o<)

[personal profile] boygodofneuro 2012-06-05 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
When Bennett gave him the order to wait for ten minutes, it sent up some sort of flag. It wasn't red or anything, he wasn't particularly worried, just curious and a little anxious with the anticipation. Something sort of fishy was going on. What with Priya practically insisting on taking Allie and all that. Obviously, this was probably going to lead to not-G-rated activities but it was the trying to figure out what those not-G-rated activities were going to exactly entail.

Being unable to keep himself sitting still, Topher went in the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher away. A simple task that Bennett would be happy he actually did without her having to leave a note or nudge him into. That lasted oh, like five minutes so then he paced back and forth for a minute or so, obsessively checking his watch. Longest. Ten. Minutes. Ever.

With a groan, he falls back on the couch and just stares at the ceiling for a while. The ceiling is uh, kind of interesting? Maybe? Not really. So he goes back into the kitchen and steals a brownie because hey, munching is a perfectly valid way to spend the remaining two minutes. Once he's done with the glass of milk to wash it down, he heads back to their bedroom. He knocks on the door.

"Am I allowed to come in yet?" Yeah, it probably sounds like he's whining. He's not exactly patient.