100 Ben/Gwen Fic Challenge: #058 Dinner
Happy Fourth of July to the American readers. Happy day to my International readers! I'm sorry I haven't written in a while but I have a Bwen fic for those who have been waiting forever for a story from me. Thank you for your patience, hopefully the next wait just won't be so long.
Title: Dinner Plans
Fandom: Ben 10
Characters: Gwendolyn Tennyson & Benjamin Tennyson
Prompt: #058 Dinner
Word Count: 1036
Rating: T
Summary: Ben asks Gwen to include him in her dinner plans.
Author's Notes: Bwen!! About 15ish. But NOT Alien Force although kinda Alien Force with Gwen's hair and hobbies, but the Omnitrix is old-skool Ben 10.
“Another round?” Ben wearily asked from the floor where he was lying in a pile. When Gwen mentioned she needed a person to practice some of her karate moves on, he offered to help her. He only realized after the millionth time with his face rubbed in the floor and his shoulder painfully twisted behind his back he should have made her promise to go easy on him.
She looked thoughtful and as she opened her mouth to answer, an annoying melody came from the stands where her cell phone was vibrating its merry way out of her white towel and onto the floor. She shook her head and quickly went to save it from its plummeting death and silenced it by pressing one button and tossing it back onto the towel.
“Can’t. I got dinner plans.” She came over and brought a hand to help her ailing ‘helper’ from the ground. There was something on his face, it passed so quickly she wasn’t quite sure if she saw it or not but it made her heart skip just a beat. With her help, he got to his feet; she carefully ran her hands over his shoulder and his face.
“What is it? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Huh?” The bombard of questions threw him off base and for a second he seemed as lost in the conversation as she did with the look on his face. He shook his head as if to clear it and tried to speak. Nothing came out but a harsh sound, which he cleared his throat again and tried asking again.
“Dinner plans, huh? Got a…” He stopped himself, trying to rephrase the question as he was speaking, “like a date?”
She stared at him for just a second before laughing and shaking her head. “Nothing like a date. Just dinner at home, you know how that goes.” She shrugged and found herself laughing at his confused face. “Seriously, I’m not dating anyone. I know better than to even try to sneak someone behind your back. It would only make you go into protective cousin mode.”
“You got the protective part right.” Ben agreed, silently adding; and jealous. But what was the point in bringing anything like that up? There were times he would try, and she would deftly switch the conversation around it completely avoiding it all together. It aggravated and confused him even more, but when it came to word-play, Gwen was better at it than he was so he kept just being the very best friend for her that he could be.
She put her arms around him, still laughing at the thought of Ben turning into an alien and chasing away some faceless would-be suitor as she was savoring the feel when he returned the action and pulled her tightly to him in a warm and secure hug. He gives the best hugs in the whole wide world, she thought to herself and couldn’t help but giggle in his shoulder at the thought of that.
“What so funny?” He asked his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he pulled away yet left one arm carefully wrapped around her back. She briefly debated if she should tell him what she thought or not and decided against it, answering him with only sticking her tongue out at him.
“Just thinking, Doofus, about you being so protective about me. Seriously, who needs brothers when I have you in the family?” She held her breath, trying not to make a sound of any type of protest as she pulled away to grab her black duffle bag, towel and cell phone.
“Listen, Dweeb-“He hesitated for just a second, which made her turn to face him, her green eyes intent on his own face and her eyebrows arched in curiosity. “Sometime we should make dinner plans, you know? After you beat me up at the gym, we can go get burgers or something.”
She looked thoughtful for a second before smiling at him. “I think I would like that. I get to chose, right?”
Ben grinned boyishly at her. “Definitely. If you don’t go too hard on me I’ll get us there, no problem.” His right hand grazed over his left hand where the clunky Omnitrix sat heavily upon him. “By air, by speed, or by sea or whatever.”
“Speed.” She said with a wicked smile.
“XLR-8 is yours whenever you need him.” Ben’s tone was more earnest than he meant, it seemed out of place in the conversation and they both stared at each other for several heartbeats before laughing at themselves out of it.
Gwen quickly stuffed her towel into her duffle bag and quickly shouldered it, she turned away and hesitated for a just a bit, fipping her long red hair out of her way before looking her over shoulder at him. “I could use more practice next week.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and tilted his head. “And I suppose you’ll need a target as well, huh?”
“Of course, I think at this moment, you might possibly be my favorite.” She smiled at him and he stuck his tongue out at her. His right hand tinkered with the watch-like device on his left wrist, he looked as he was about to turn and with his inability to control the technology he beheld, a strange pang in her heat as she realized their conversation might be coming to a close.
“Later, loser.” He said to her and in a flash of green and wind, there was an orange beast that stood on the gym floor.
“You’re the-“ she stopped when with an expert flick of his head and with his black gaping mouth, droplets of drool landed on her in a disgusting mock of a shower. “Sick! I was already going to shower but I didn’t need that, you-!” During her tirade, he was already gone, and she wearily sighed. How did he always get the last insult like that? She slowly turned and made way to the girl’s locker room, a slight smile to her lips and a humming happily as she looked forward to the next time she got to see him again.
Title: Dinner Plans
Fandom: Ben 10
Characters: Gwendolyn Tennyson & Benjamin Tennyson
Prompt: #058 Dinner
Word Count: 1036
Rating: T
Summary: Ben asks Gwen to include him in her dinner plans.
Author's Notes: Bwen!! About 15ish. But NOT Alien Force although kinda Alien Force with Gwen's hair and hobbies, but the Omnitrix is old-skool Ben 10.
“Another round?” Ben wearily asked from the floor where he was lying in a pile. When Gwen mentioned she needed a person to practice some of her karate moves on, he offered to help her. He only realized after the millionth time with his face rubbed in the floor and his shoulder painfully twisted behind his back he should have made her promise to go easy on him.
She looked thoughtful and as she opened her mouth to answer, an annoying melody came from the stands where her cell phone was vibrating its merry way out of her white towel and onto the floor. She shook her head and quickly went to save it from its plummeting death and silenced it by pressing one button and tossing it back onto the towel.
“Can’t. I got dinner plans.” She came over and brought a hand to help her ailing ‘helper’ from the ground. There was something on his face, it passed so quickly she wasn’t quite sure if she saw it or not but it made her heart skip just a beat. With her help, he got to his feet; she carefully ran her hands over his shoulder and his face.
“What is it? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Huh?” The bombard of questions threw him off base and for a second he seemed as lost in the conversation as she did with the look on his face. He shook his head as if to clear it and tried to speak. Nothing came out but a harsh sound, which he cleared his throat again and tried asking again.
“Dinner plans, huh? Got a…” He stopped himself, trying to rephrase the question as he was speaking, “like a date?”
She stared at him for just a second before laughing and shaking her head. “Nothing like a date. Just dinner at home, you know how that goes.” She shrugged and found herself laughing at his confused face. “Seriously, I’m not dating anyone. I know better than to even try to sneak someone behind your back. It would only make you go into protective cousin mode.”
“You got the protective part right.” Ben agreed, silently adding; and jealous. But what was the point in bringing anything like that up? There were times he would try, and she would deftly switch the conversation around it completely avoiding it all together. It aggravated and confused him even more, but when it came to word-play, Gwen was better at it than he was so he kept just being the very best friend for her that he could be.
She put her arms around him, still laughing at the thought of Ben turning into an alien and chasing away some faceless would-be suitor as she was savoring the feel when he returned the action and pulled her tightly to him in a warm and secure hug. He gives the best hugs in the whole wide world, she thought to herself and couldn’t help but giggle in his shoulder at the thought of that.
“What so funny?” He asked his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he pulled away yet left one arm carefully wrapped around her back. She briefly debated if she should tell him what she thought or not and decided against it, answering him with only sticking her tongue out at him.
“Just thinking, Doofus, about you being so protective about me. Seriously, who needs brothers when I have you in the family?” She held her breath, trying not to make a sound of any type of protest as she pulled away to grab her black duffle bag, towel and cell phone.
“Listen, Dweeb-“He hesitated for just a second, which made her turn to face him, her green eyes intent on his own face and her eyebrows arched in curiosity. “Sometime we should make dinner plans, you know? After you beat me up at the gym, we can go get burgers or something.”
She looked thoughtful for a second before smiling at him. “I think I would like that. I get to chose, right?”
Ben grinned boyishly at her. “Definitely. If you don’t go too hard on me I’ll get us there, no problem.” His right hand grazed over his left hand where the clunky Omnitrix sat heavily upon him. “By air, by speed, or by sea or whatever.”
“Speed.” She said with a wicked smile.
“XLR-8 is yours whenever you need him.” Ben’s tone was more earnest than he meant, it seemed out of place in the conversation and they both stared at each other for several heartbeats before laughing at themselves out of it.
Gwen quickly stuffed her towel into her duffle bag and quickly shouldered it, she turned away and hesitated for a just a bit, fipping her long red hair out of her way before looking her over shoulder at him. “I could use more practice next week.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and tilted his head. “And I suppose you’ll need a target as well, huh?”
“Of course, I think at this moment, you might possibly be my favorite.” She smiled at him and he stuck his tongue out at her. His right hand tinkered with the watch-like device on his left wrist, he looked as he was about to turn and with his inability to control the technology he beheld, a strange pang in her heat as she realized their conversation might be coming to a close.
“Later, loser.” He said to her and in a flash of green and wind, there was an orange beast that stood on the gym floor.
“You’re the-“ she stopped when with an expert flick of his head and with his black gaping mouth, droplets of drool landed on her in a disgusting mock of a shower. “Sick! I was already going to shower but I didn’t need that, you-!” During her tirade, he was already gone, and she wearily sighed. How did he always get the last insult like that? She slowly turned and made way to the girl’s locker room, a slight smile to her lips and a humming happily as she looked forward to the next time she got to see him again.