Ben had been sat on the sofa, reading through the script for the next episode of ‘The Punisher’, learning his lines, all day, as you were off out with a couple of friends for the night; he was more than happy that you were out, as it gave him a bit of time to organise plans for your anniversary the next week. He had gotten everything ready and sorted before he had sat down to read the script, but just as he was about to turn his current page, his phone buzzed from beside him, telling him that he had a text from you; he quickly read it and realised that you were on your way home, so he put his script down and headed into the kitchen in order to put the kettle on, but just as he was about to walk out of the living room, you walked in through the front door, grinning like an idiot.
“Honey, I’m home!” You announced before walking up to Ben and wrapping your arms around him. “Do anything exciting while I was gone?”
“Not really,” Ben shrugged with a small smile. “But, I did sort out your present for our anniversary.”
“I swear, if it’s another photo album of me turned into memes, I will kill you,” you joked, remembering how last year, Ben had done exactly that, and although you were using it as a false threat, you did love that photo album, dearly.
“It’s not, love,” he promised, chuckling lowly. “You said, and I quote, ‘stop making me a meme’, and I said I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”
“Alright, I’ll let you off,” you smiled up at him, toying with the hair at the back of his neck. “So, what’d you get me?”
“It’s a surprise,” he grinned, biting his lip. “What did you get me, love?”
“It’s a surprise,” you grinned back, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “But, I can say this about it: it’s for your eyes, only.”
“That sounds promising,” Ben said lowly, a smog of filthy thoughts running through his mind. “Can I have it early, or do I need to wait?”
“That depends,” you hummed teasingly. “How badly do you want it?”