Believe in This

The Los Angeles sun shining through the curtains of the windows found on three walls of mine and Ben's room at the Beverly Wilshire is what woke me up, instead of the feel of Ben's lips running up and down my neck, a wake up call I had grown used to and fond of. Rolling over the sheets already told me what I knew, that Ben had vacated the sheets long enough for them to go cold in favor of something better than laying in bed.

One nice stretch across the mattress later, I pulled myself from the warmth the Egyptian cotton offered and slipped into the Spencer Hart shirt I had plucked off of Ben's body hours before, grabbing a pair of pants out of my suitcase before venturing off to find my boyfriend. The door to the suite could be heard closing as I walked out of the bedroom, finding Ben placing plates full of waffles, eggs, hash browns, fruit, and toast on the coffee table, a breakfast fit for a king and one that had my stomach rumbling.

As if he could sense my presence behind him, Benedict turned around, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

"I was hoping to wake you up with the allure of a fresh breakfast but it appears you beat me to it."

"I got lonely without my personal space heater and that huge bed just isn't the same without you."

"Awww, well I figured after our exertions last night you'd be hungry."

"It just so happens that I'm starving. My insatiable boyfriend barely lets me get a wink of sleep." I replied, running my hands down his bare chest.

Leaning up on my tip toes I pressed my lips to Ben's, smiling into our kiss as his hand drifted down to grip my backside and pull me into his body. Finally pulling away from each other, he placed his forehead against mine looking straight into my eyes as he spoke.

"Well when your girlfriend is as gorgeous as mine you just can't help but keep your hands glued to her. But for now, our breakfast is getting cold and I have something special planned for the two of us."

Taking a seat on the couch, Ben pulled me into his lap, a sort of ritual the two of us had developed whenever it came to eating breakfast together. After a lot of touching and holding food out to each other, Ben and I got [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136131718dressed[/url] before heading out for whatever he had planned for us. Apparently, his connections with Jaguar really paid off because there was a pristine, white F-Type sitting by the curb as we walked out of the hotel.

As he drove through the city I finally couldn't help but ask, "So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"Nope, you'll have to wait until we get there to find out. And don't even think of using those puppy eyes on me this time because they're not going to work on me this time Charlotte."

Leaning back in my seat, I crossed my arms over my chest and did my best to appear cross though Ben saw right through my little charade and could tell I was anything but.

"You should know by now that I can see through your little act. So to pass the time, why don't you tell me what you want for Christmas?"

Letting a smile finally break through I shook my head, "I told you I don't want or need anything. I have everything a girl could ever want."

"Well regardless of what you say, I'm still getting you something. Besides, even if I don't know what it is I know you either are or already have gotten me a present."

Knowing that arguing was pointless, I grabbed Ben's free hand, playing with his fingers and asking him how the interviews the previous day had gone. Forty minutes later, I was jumping in my seat as Ben pulled into a parking spot at Universal Studios. I could barely contain my excitement, not even waiting for him to get out and open my door before I was running around the car and jumping into his arms.

"I love it! I love you! I can't believe this is my surprise! I'm so excited!"

"Amanda might have told me how you mentioned you've always wanted to come so since we have two days before we have to head back home I figured this would be a great way to spend one of them."

"Yes, Disneyland is great and all but this is just amazing. We get to see the minions and the dinosaurs!"

Quickly pressing my lips to his, I put my feet back on the ground before practically dragging Ben to the ticket booth. Lucky for us, there weren't that many people at the park on this particular day, probably as it was rather close to Christmas and everyone was getting their shopping done.

Ben had to endure the Jurassic Park ride three times before we moved on through the rest of the park. Super Silly Fun Land was definitely my favorite and after four times on it Ben finally pulled me away claiming he couldn't deal with anymore exclamations of "Banana!" or "It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!" Of course, a few people turned their heads as we walked through the park but only a few of them actually approached us. Surprisingly, all of them asked for both of our autographs and didn't just want to take pictures with Ben and while I wasn't sure if it was because they actually knew who I was or just because they knew I was dating Benedict I smiled and was happy anyways.

Other than that, the two of us acted like a pair of love struck teenagers, holding hands, kissing while we waited in line, and smiling like the love struck fools we really were. As we left the park right at sunset, I figured our days was over but Benedict proved me wrong once again and we found ourselves, well I found myself skating around on the ice with the Queen Mary lighting up the background while Ben did his best to stay on two feet.

Holding onto the railing for dear life he muttered, "You're surprisingly good at this ice skating thing."

Laughing as he failed to make it five feet without wobbling I held my hands out for him to take, figuring I would be a better substitution for the metal rail.

"I think it comes with being a ballerina. Try gliding, you just dig yourself into the ice when you pick your feet up so much."

"Charlotte, I don't think I'm coordinated enough to do this. I thought, 'Ice skating in the moonlight next to the Queen Mary and the water. It'll be so romantic.' But I can barely stand up."

"Awww Benny, it's the thought that counts. Besides, even if it's not as romantic as you thought it would be you look adorable stumbling about and all. Just don't forget, I love you, ice skater or not." I reminded him, pressing my lips to his as I pulled him along.

After numerous falls, ones that usually started with Benedict slipping and pulling me down with him, and wet trousers, we said goodbye to the ice rink and made a pit stop at In-N-Out for dinner before heading back to the hotel. One meal of burgers and fries later, Ben and I found ourselves settled in the large tub, Ben leaning his body into mine while I reclined back onto the edge of the tub.

Gently combing my fingers through his hair I couldn't help but press kisses to his neck, knowing just how sensitive he was when someone paid attention to his neck and his hair.

"I had a really good time to day. Thank you Ben."

"Anything to put a smile on your face Charlotte." he replied, lacing his fingers through mine and laying them on his chest.

"Well when I have a boyfriend as amazing as you doing things like today for me it doesn't take much."

"When I have a woman like you I'm willing to do anything to keep you happy. I love you Charlotte."

Smiling at how damn poetic and romantic he was, I pressed my lips to his attempting to express just how much I loved him through one kiss. We might be sappy but better to be sappy and in love than bored and alone.