Bennifer 4 ever is your one stop spot for bennifer fanfiction! Check back daily for Ben Affleck, Jennifer Lopez aka J-Lo and their fan fiction love affair. Ben and Jennifer Lopez are back for ever in this fanfiction masterpiece. Featuring an SVU style series called Bennifer Squad 2013! Oricinal bennifer fans have a new home at bennifer4ever.blogspot.com! Gili rules!Here is another exciting episode of BENIFER SQUAD 2013
Jennifer Lopez was cold and tired, this case was really beginning to suck. They had finally caught the perp (this guy who had beaten 12 women to death with his bare hands) they had been investigating for the past month only to find out that he had jumped bail after making a threat against their annoying new ADA, Paris Hilton. Now here she was sitting outside Hilton's apartment at midnight, waiting for the sick freak to follow through with his threat, to murder ADA Hilton. To make matters worse, her car heater was busted so she was dangerously close to frost bite. As the icy December air seeped into her car and chilled her to the bone, she shivered. “Oh wow, that-that’s really really perfect”, she grumbled as it began to snow, snow... snow.
Just then, she heard a knock on her window and looked over to see a snow frosted Detective Ben Afleck standing outside her car with two cups of coffee and a smile. She unlocked the door for him and he climbed in the passenger side and handed her one of the steaming cups he was holding.
“Hey Ben, what are you doing here?” she asked, taking a sip.
He shrugged, “Well I was just in the neighborhood and I thought you might need a little... you know... defrosting.”
“Thanks, I did.” Jen replied, taking a sip and relishing the warmth that spread through her body. She was totally thinking about bear skin rugs and Aflecks carpeted chest.
“I think it is actually colder in your car than it is outside.” Ben commented as he shivered a little himself.
“It probably is, the world is conspiring against me today. I mean, how was it, I got stuck with babysitting ‘the crusading ADA, Paris Hilton’? Sgt. Matt Damon must have had me confused with someone who gives a damn about stupid hoes. ” Jen said bitterly. Ben chuckled. She was so sexy when she was pissed off. Maybe she liked poppers.
“Hey J-lo, I bet I can get us even warmer”, he said sliding off the thick scarf she was wearing. “Yeah, how’s that?” she asked.
In response he leaned over and started kissing her neck. “Mmm, that’s the best idea you’ve had all day” she said closing her eyes enjoying the feeling of his lips on her skin.
“Hey Ben,” she said not opening her eyes, “You ever have sex in the back of a Squad car, or are you a total rookie?” She opened her eyes now, meeting his pleasantly-surprised expression. She grinned mischievously and they both bolted out of the front seats at the same time. J-Lo got to the back first and tackled Ben when he got in, crashing her lips onto his sultry love flappers.
A very hot and steamy six minutes later…
Ben and J-Lo were lying in each other’s arms in the back of the car, breathing heavily and contently. Ben was lazily playing with his own hair. “You know we really have to do this more often” he said.
J-Lo lifted her head and kissed his lips, “Definitely” she whispered. “You know what”, she said, “I forgot why I was here in the first place.”
Ben smiled, “Well you were supposed to be ‘babysitting the crusader’ remember, are ya' dum?”
Jen's made a face, “Oh yeah” she said.
Ben frowned, “Maybe you should go see if she’s ok. I mean you were kinda-like supposed to be making sure she didn’t get attacked by a serial killer or be forced into a unpleasurable sex act, then left to die in her own blood while we have a hot squad-car freak-fest between our nasty parts,” he suggested. J-Lo gave him a puppy dog face, “Awww, do I have to?” she asked.
“Come on, Jen you know it’s the right thing to do.” Ben replied sitting up.
“Ok, fine. But can I have my panties back first please or do you plan to sell them on eBay?”she asked with a smirk, holding out her hand.
Ben grinned slyly, “Only if you promise to take them off again in the squad house,” he said in a sexy voice.
“Deal”, Jen said also in a sexy voice.
Ben brought them from behind his back and she snatched them from him playfully. The both clumsily got dressed and stumbled out of the car three minutes later. J-Lo noticed that there was a fresh 3 inches of snow on the ground and it was still coming.
They went up the stairs together and knocked on the 4th apartment on the 3rd floor belonging to Paris Hilton. When there was no answer they tried the door and found it to be unlocked. Ben pushed open the door to a pitch black apartment. Ben felt for a light switch on the wall, when she found one she flicked up and flooded the room with light. It took them a minute for their eyes to adjust to the light but when they could see, they looked down and saw Paris Hilton, lying in a bloody mess on the floor surrounded by bloody dildos.
Jen rolled her eyes, “Aw man, sooo lame!” she said exasperatedly, stumping over to her to check a pulse. Nothing. “Great, she’s dead, now what are we gonna tell Sgt. Damon?” she griped.
“I don’t know, but there’s nothing we can do about it now” Ben replied wiping a hand across his face. “Let’s just go home, get some sleep, and deal with it in the morning.” J-Lo nodded and followed him out of the room.
“Wait, shouldn’t we call someone or something” she asked. Ben looked back at what was left of Paris Hilton's shredded, used carcass, “Naaa, someone’ll find her soon enough. And with that they both left without a second look back.
The next morning…
Ben and Jen stumbled into the squadroom half an hour late, and collapsed on their desks. Matt Damon slammed the door of his office and stormed out angrily holding a newspaper. He walked straight over to J-Lo ’s desk and smacked the newspaper down on her desk, jolting her from her drowsiness. The newspaper headline read, "SVU ADA PARIS HILTON FOUND BEATEN TO DEATH AND MOLESTED WITH OBJECTS IN QUEENS."
“Uh Oh” Jen said lamely. “Yeah, ‘uh oh’ pretty much sums it up doesn’t it” Matt Damon spat back. “You were supposed to be watching out for her, what the hell happened out there!” he demanded. Silence. “Let’s try this again, you obviously weren’t doing your job so what did you do, sneak off for a late night booty call, a little hanky panky? Watersports in the parlor? A cheeap date? A Hot Carl or An Icey Mike” he practically shouted.
Bennifer looked at each other, and burst into a fit of laughter. Every one in the squadroom looked at them like they needed straitjackets except Philip Seymour Hoffman, who smiled as Ice-T handed him 50 bucks.
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