The Broken Road, part 2
By Courtney & Lori
Summary: Ben and Felicity spent the summer together and now they are finally
returning to school. But the road to love will definitely have some twists
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters of Felicity. We are just borrowing
them. We promise to put them back where we found them when we get finished :-)
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"My hair is awful," Felicity wailed as she looked at herself in the
"It is not," Elena assured her from her seat on Felicity's bed. "Besides
I'm sure Ben's seen you with bad hair."
"Yeah he has I just sort of want everything to go perfectly tonight."
Felicity frowned at her reflection again before taking her hair down and
fluffing it out.
"Why do you want everything to be perfect tonight? Another thing where's
Meghan?" Elena realized she hadn't seen Felicity's strange roommate the
entire time she'd been in her friend's dorm room.
"Meghan is sleeping elsewhere tonight. I made sure of that." Felicity
clipped half of her hair back and let the other half hang free.
"I took her key before when she was in the closet and when I come home
I'm locking the door."
"Again I ask, why?"
"Because something's happening tonight," Felicity said putting on the
necklace Ben had given her last year.
"What?" Elena demanded to know.
"Ben and I came to a decision yesterday, that's all."
"What kind of decision?"
"Well we're gonna go out to dinner, I don't know if we're gonna dance or
not, but we'll be alone, and then we'll come back here, and, well I won't
bore you with the details." Felicity said slyly, knowing it was driving her
"Tell me or I will hurt you, Felicity."
"We've made the decision to start sleeping together." Felicity watched
her friend's face in the mirror and smiled at the look she saw. "That
"No I just can't believe it. I thought you were gonna hold out forever."
"C'mon Elena. I'm not a virgin."
"I know. But one time doesn't qualify as experienced and we both know
that Ben is."
"I know." Felicity turned to face her friend. "I love him and he loves
"He told you that?"
"The other night at dinner when I point blank asked him how he felt about
"And he said 'I love you'?" Elena asked, surprised.
"Yes, he did."
"I am so happy for you."
"Yeah I'm pretty happy for me too," Felicity smiled.
"So why here and not at his place? I'm sure Sean wouldn't mind."
"Oh, I'm sure Sean wouldn't mind either. I'm more worried about the new
roommate they've taken on."
"New roommate? What's the big deal?"
"Okay, imagine if you will the last person you'd want living with your
"Easy that'd be his ex-girlfriend." Elena's eyes got wide. "Julie's
living at the loft?"
"Yeah, she was living with some cheerleaders and they were irritating the
hell out of her so Sean offered to let her stay at the loft," Felicity said
as she tried on some different pairs of shoes to go with her dress.
"So what are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna trust that Ben loves me and that he won't do anything to hurt
"Good for you. Ben's a good man."
"Yeah, he is." Felicity looked at her watch. "A good man who will be
"I can take a hint. See ya." Elena got up and started to leave before
turning back around. "Hey?"
"Hmm?" Felicity said looking up from where she was getting her purse
"Have fun tonight."
"I will," Felicity smiled and Elena left.
* * * * *
Ben looked at his reflection in the mirror. He held up a tie to his shirt
and tilted his head a little as he considered it.
"I would go sans tie if I were you," he heard from the doorway. He looked
over to see Sean enter the room.
"Don't you knock?" he asked as he set the tie aside and straightened his
"Julie got a job," he said, as if this were an explanation.
"That's nice," Ben replied, not really paying any attention to Sean, who
was now seated behind him on the bed.
"She went to work, they wanted her to start tonight," Sean continued.
"Well, that's good. I'm happy she found something," Ben said absently.
"You're shoes don't really match."
Ben turned to his roommate. "Is there a reason you're here?"
"I told you, Julie went to work," he said. "I'm bored . . . so, I thought
I'd see what you were doing."
"I'm attempting to get ready for a date if you don't mind," he replied.
"No," Sean said, "I don't mind at all."
"Don't you have, like, something to invent or something?" Ben asked as he
turned back to the mirror.
"It's Saturday, I'm taking a well deserved night off," Sean informed him.
"Just my luck," Ben mumbled.
"Brown," Sean said.
Ben turned back to him. "Excuse me?"
"Shoes . . . brown. Brown shoes will match that jacket better," he
"Oh . . . thanks," he mumbled and went to his closet to grab his brown
dress shoes. "Better?" he asked as he looked back at Sean.
"Much. So, where are you going?"
"Must be someplace nice," Sean said.
"Yeah, Tavern On The Green," Ben replied.
Sean whistled through his teeth. "Man, that's some date. Special
"You could say that."
"Well, are you going to tell me or what?"
"No, I am not going to tell you," Ben said.
"Oh come on, Ben. We're friends . . . buddies . . . who else are you
gonna talk to?"
"Who says I need to talk?" he asked.
"Well, you look pretty nervous. It might help to talk it out," Sean
"You just want me to tell you," Ben answered.
"I'm only trying to help," he insisted, maintaining his innocence.
"Okay, fine," Ben replied with a sigh. "I guess I am a little nervous.
It's just . . . well, tonight . . . I mean, Felicity and I . . . well, we
decided . . ."
"You're gonna do it," Sean said. His mouth hung open in surprise.
"Well I . . . I mean . . ." he sighed again. "Yeah, we are."
"I knew this was coming," Sean replied as he shook his head.
"It's getting serious."
"It was already serious."
"Not this serious," he replied. "Are you sure you're ready for this? I
mean, do you love her? Because Felicity is not the kind of girl that sleeps
with a guy on a whim. If she's going to have sex with you then this is
serious to her."
"It's serious to me, too, Sean," Ben insisted. "I . . . I do love her."
Sean nodded. "Okay then . . . well, good luck. I hope you enjoy your
evening." He said.
"Thanks," Ben replied. "I'm sure that I will."
* * * * *
"I can't believe you like that stuff," Ben commented as he watched his
girlfriend eat her dinner.
"Why not?" Felicity said as she finished chewing.
"Because it's squid."
"Fried squid," Felicity countered.
"It's still squid."
"It's really good. Sure you don't want any?"
"Positive," Ben said as he ate his chicken. "Now see, this is food." He
indicated his dinner.
"So is this. I bet Sean would eat this."
"Sean would eat rubber if you put enough ketchup on it," Ben said making
"Remind me to give him some of my grandmother's stew one day. It's
pretty close to rubber."
"What? He doesn't get to taste your fudge pie?"
"No, I save that for the special few in my life," Felicity smiled.
"Are you flirting with me Miss Porter?"
"Maybe," Felicity said lithely. "Is it working?"
"Definitely." Ben leaned across the table and kissed Felicity. "Are you
done with your dinner?" he asked.
"Um yeah," Felicity said pushing the near empty plate away. "Why?"
"C'mon." Ben took her hand and led her to the dance floor a few feet
away. Wrapping her in his arms they started to slowly sway to the music.
Felicity pulled back enough to rest her forehead against his.
"Thank you for tonight," she whispered.
"You never have to thank me for what I do for you," he said kissing her
forehead before returning his forehead to rest against hers.
"Well I'm thanking you anyway because tonight has been so amazing so far."
"And we haven't even gotten to the second half of our evening," Ben
Felicity smiled softly. "I can't wait."
* * * * *
The key slipped from the lock again and Felicity giggled a little.
"Sorry," she replied. Her hands were shaking and she tried desperately to
steady them. This is Ben, her mind told her. You love him and you know he
loves you. There's nothing to be scared of. Now, if she could just get
herself to buy that line of bull.
"Here let me help you," Ben said as he covered her hand with his own. She
felt a jolt of arousal at the feel of his skin so close to hers. She was
holding her breath as the key finally fit in the lock and the door opened.
"Here we are," he said softly.
"Yep," she said in a near-whisper in return. "Here we are."
"Should we go in?" he asked. They were still standing in the doorway.
"Huh? Oh, yeah . . ." she walked in and he followed, closing and locking
the door behind them.
"You're sure Meghan won't be home tonight?"
Felicity hid a smirk. "Positive," she replied. Ben nodded.
"So . . ." he said as he leaned against the dresser.
"So . . ." she echoed.
"I had a nice time tonight."
"Me, too," she smiled. "I never knew you could dance."
"Only slow dance. Otherwise I'm no good at it," he said.
"The slow dances are the best ones anyway," she told him.
He looked at her sitting on the edge of the bed and swept his tongue over
his suddenly dry lips. "Um . . . would you like to?" he asked. She gave him a
surprised look. "Dance, I mean. Would you like to dance?"
She smiled then, and nodded. "Yes, I'd love to. Let me put on a CD . . ."
She walked over and started leafing through her CD collection. "What should
we dance to?" she asked over her shoulder. He came up behind her and wrapped
his arms around her waist.
"Whatever you want," he replied. His breath was warm against her ear and
sent a shiver down her spine.
"Um . . . how about . . ."
"We don't need any music," Ben said softly.
She turned to look at him. "We don't?"
"No," he replied in a rough whisper that made all her nerves stand on
end. "C'mere." He took her hand and led her to the middle of the room. Then,
he wrapped her in his arms. Her head rested against his broad chest, his
hands played in her thick, curly hair. She could smell the faint scent of his
aftershave and could feel his heart beating against her ear. She felt
completely safe in his arms . . . like nothing had ever been so right.
They swayed gently in the silence. When she felt his hands on the side of
her face, she looked up. He looked in her eyes for a moment, then lowered his
lips to hers. The kiss was like nothing she'd ever experienced. She hadn't
lied when she told Elena that Ben was a wonderful kisser. He really was; and
she had kissed him enough times to know. Still, this kiss was different. It
was like, there was more behind this kiss. She could literally feel his love
for her as his lips moved softly over hers.
Felicity was a little surprised when she felt herself moving them closer
and closer to the bed. When they reached it, she sat down, pulling Ben down
with her. They were still kissing, and Ben broke away once they were sitting
down. He sat back a little and looked at her.
"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing, nothing . . . I just . . . are you sure? I mean, are you really
sure? Because, we don't have to. We can . . . well, we'll wait if you want
to. It's up to you. I just, I want you to be sure," he said softly as he
stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
"I'm sure," she replied, then leaned forward to capture his lips again.
Soon they were lying together on the bed, their kisses growing more demanding
by the moment.
When Ben broke the kiss again, they were both gasping. "I want you to
know," he said softly as he looked down at her, "that this means a lot to me.
It's not just . . . sex. I love you, you know that, don't you?"
She smiled. "Yes, I know," she whispered, then kissed him again.
They lay there for a long time just kissing and touching. Finally, she
felt his hand on the zipper at the back of her neck. He pulled away from her
enough to look in her eyes, asking for silent permission. She granted it with
a nod and a tiny smile and he began lowering the zipper inch by inch. When it
was completely unzipped, he sat back to gently pull the dress from her body.
He eased it over her feet, then laid the dress carefully across a nearby
chair. He returned to her, looking down appreciatively at the sight before
"You're overdressed," she said teasingly. He just smiled. She reached up
and started unbuttoning his shirt. His blazer, which he'd removed on the way
up to her room, was in a chair on the other side of the room. When she
finally got his shirt unbuttoned, he quickly shrugged it off. Then, with his
help, she undid his belt and pants and he kicked them to the floor. Now, they
were both lying on her bed in their underwear and suddenly she was more
nervous than she'd ever been.
What if I'm not good at this, she thought. He's more experienced . . .
what if I can't measure up to the other girls he's been with? She was
starting to panic and he could see it in her eyes. He reached down to touch
her cheek gently and swept her hair from her face. Lying down alongside her,
the two of them face to face, he took her hand in his.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly.
"I'm . . . I'm scared," she admitted. She couldn't believe she'd actually
confessed that, but it had just come out.
Ben nodded, then replied, "Me too."
"You? But . . . why are you scared? I mean, you've done this before . . .
well, I have too, but . . . I mean, you're more experienced than I am. What
are you afraid of?" she asked.
"It's different when you love someone," he said. "I've never actually had
that before. I've never been with someone I love the way I love you. It's
wonderful and exciting and . . . terrifying," he admitted. "I don't want to
screw things up between us. I want everything to be perfect."
She smiled then, glad that she wasn't alone in her fear. And, suddenly,
the fear was gone. She knew that nothing could go wrong. This was right, and
she was sure. "Everything is perfect," she assured him. "I want . . ." she
hesitated, unsure of the bold words she was about to say, but then continued,
"I want you to make love to me, Ben Covington. I want that more than
He smiled softly down at her and she was almost sure she saw tears
glistening in his eyes, but the thought quickly left her mind as they were
consumed in another soul-searing kiss. His hands traveled over her body, up
her ribcage, brushing the sides of her breasts through her lacy bra, then
reached around to unhook the garment. When it was tossed aside, Ben broke
from their kiss to look down at her. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "So
beautiful . . ."
And she felt beautiful. She felt loved, worshipped even, as he looked
down at her with such undisguised desire in his hazel eyes. She was looking
at him with the same eyes, begging him to touch her. Then, finally, he did.
She arched upwards as his hands skimmed lightly over her breasts. She bit her
lip to suppress a moan as he leaned his head down to kiss her neck, then
moved lower until he came to her breasts. His mouth covered her nipple and
she clenched one fist full of her comforter while gripping his arm with her
She became aware that she could feel his hardness pressed against her leg
through his boxers and this time the moan she gave could not be suppressed.
"Ben . . ." she breathed jaggedly. Then, his fingers hooked into either side
of her lace panties and she held her breath as he lowered them over her
thighs, passed her knees, across her calves, over her feet, and finally to
the floor. She was now naked before him and she watched as his eyes swept
over her again. She knew she should be self-conscious as his gaze traveled
over her completely exposed body for the very first time, but somehow she
wasn't. She just wanted him more and more by the second. Finally, she managed
to reach up and grasp his arms to pull him back down to her.
"Boxers," she said breathlessly. He took the hint and quickly kicked away
his remaining article of clothing. She pulled him down for a long, slow kiss,
running her tongue over his languidly and causing him to actually squirm
above her. He smiled as their mouths parted. "Now," she said in a low voice.
He seemed at a loss for words, so he just nodded. Reaching over the edge of
the bed, Ben found his fallen pants and removed a condom from the pocket. He
put it on quickly, then laid beside her again.
"Felicity," he said softly as he stroked her cheek. "You are . . .
everything to me." The word caught in his throat and she heard him take a
shaky breath that brought tears to her eyes.
"I love you," she breathed. "Always."
He kissed her again, sweet and slow and filled with a million unspoken
promises. Then, he moved above her, putting his weight on his arms to either
side of her. His eyes were locked with hers as he slowly entered her body.
Her eyes fluttered but she managed to keep them locked with his as well.
Slowly, he sunk deeper into her, being careful not to go too fast. The last
thing he wanted was to cause her pain. He wanted her memories of this night
to be only good ones, as they would always be for him. When he was completely
sheathed in her body, he bent his head down and kissed her. "I love you," he
whispered for what seemed like the millionth time that night, but every
uttering of those words made her heart stand still.
He began to move slowly within her, setting a rhythm that she soon met.
Their movements grew more rapid as they drew closer and closer to completion.
Each tried to stifle their moans of pleasure, but the occasional gasp or
groan still managed to escape. Felicity felt her skin tingling, her body
seeming to wind up tighter and tighter with each stroke from her lover. She
could feel the pressure mounting within as her release drew closer. Ben could
also feel his control slipping as he entered her body again and again. It
wouldn't be much longer, but he wanted them to get there together.
She began to chant his name softly as she felt her climax approaching. He
felt her body drawing closer to completion and sped his movements to push
them both over the edge. He bit his lip to hold back a groan as he came and
Felicity turned her head into the pillow to stifle her own response. When it
was over, they lay side by side in each other's arms, both completely spent
and pressed impossibly close.
Ben kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose, then,
finally, her lips. "I don't know who I was before you came along," he said
For some reason, this hit her hard. The words seemed to be more intimate
than his I love yous, more meaningful than any words he'd ever spoken to her.
Perhaps it was the look in his eyes that caused it, but she suddenly found
herself crying and clutching at him as she pressed her face into his neck.
"Shh, it's okay," he assured her as he held her just as close.
"I know . . . I just . . . I love you so much . . ." she whispered as she
tried to regain control of herself. "Don't ever leave me, Ben. Promise?"
He rubbed her back gently and nodded. "Yeah . . . yeah, I promise," he
said softly. And, as he held her close that night, he hoped this was one
promise he'd never have to break.
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End part 2
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