[ In no universe would Benedict allow Kate to sleep on the floor while he takes the bed, regardless of what relationship they're faking for his family. If she doesn't want to share with him — understandable — then he'll take the floor. Or the chaise. In any case, he's not making his guest give up the bed, not under any circumstance.
He looks around the room with its soft blue walls and antique furnishings; they've been given one of the nicer guest suites. Probably to impress Kate, he's pretty sure he'd have been given one of the rooms down by the kitchens if he came alone. He's never minded, being closer to the kitchens means having an easier time sneaking snacks and he does like the distance that affords him a little more privacy.
The rooms down by the kitchens don't have their own balconies, though. ]
No, it wouldn't have. [ Except that it absolutely, very obviously, did. ] I think we're looking over the hedge maze, [ he adds, nodding towards the french doors that lead out to the juliette balcony, just large enough for a tiny table and two chairs and a few potted plants.
Watching Kate settle down on the edge of the bed has a strange dissonance twanging in his head: he's suddenly struck by the desire to lie down, tired from their journey here, while also being acutely aware of the fact that in just a few hours, they're going to be expected to slip into that bed together and sleep only a few feet apart.
Gods, his family will probably expect them to have sex at some point in this trip. Otherwise why would they have given him the nicest spare guest room? ]
Cocktails, probably. Then dinner. Not for another few hours, though. [ His aunt will descend from her rooms about an hour before the main meal is served, and they'll all be expected to gather in one of the drawing rooms to have an apéritif and make small-talk before they're allowed to be seated. ]
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Date: 2021-10-12 02:32 am (UTC)He looks around the room with its soft blue walls and antique furnishings; they've been given one of the nicer guest suites. Probably to impress Kate, he's pretty sure he'd have been given one of the rooms down by the kitchens if he came alone. He's never minded, being closer to the kitchens means having an easier time sneaking snacks and he does like the distance that affords him a little more privacy.
The rooms down by the kitchens don't have their own balconies, though. ]
No, it wouldn't have. [ Except that it absolutely, very obviously, did. ] I think we're looking over the hedge maze, [ he adds, nodding towards the french doors that lead out to the juliette balcony, just large enough for a tiny table and two chairs and a few potted plants.
Watching Kate settle down on the edge of the bed has a strange dissonance twanging in his head: he's suddenly struck by the desire to lie down, tired from their journey here, while also being acutely aware of the fact that in just a few hours, they're going to be expected to slip into that bed together and sleep only a few feet apart.
Gods, his family will probably expect them to have sex at some point in this trip. Otherwise why would they have given him the nicest spare guest room? ]
Cocktails, probably. Then dinner. Not for another few hours, though. [ His aunt will descend from her rooms about an hour before the main meal is served, and they'll all be expected to gather in one of the drawing rooms to have an apéritif and make small-talk before they're allowed to be seated. ]