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             The luminous rays of the morning sunshine radiate through the light-coloured curtains of the bedroom, its subdued orange glow illuminating your closed eyes. Prompting you to gently stretch your body, leisurely waking as you roll on your side. The slow flutter of your eyelids allows your sight to meet the face of the man lying by your side. He is still asleep; a serene expression adorning his charming face.

             Your curious fingers begin wandering over the skin of his chest up until they ultimately land on his chin, fingertips tickled by the beard he’s been growing for the past few weeks. The diamonds of your ring sparkle a thousand flashing fires as they catch the sunlight as you caress his cheek, stroking the coarse brown hairs. Ghosting over his strong, defined jaw you always kiss first things in the morning, you stop above his moustache as your thumb traces the outline of his lips.

             Soft and pink, so kissable in the morning.

             You smile indulgently, remembering the languid kisses, the nips at your skin, and the burning sensation he has left on your neck and between your legs as a reminder of his burning love. Sometimes, you wonder if he is even aware of the effect his tender touches have on your body.

             Brushing along one of his ticklish spots under his jaw, you hold back a giggle as he scrunches his face and wiggles his nose.

             “Will you stop staring and finally kiss me?” Henry asks, catching you by surprise as his eyes remain closed, but a lazy smile curls his mouth.

             Framing his face, you move closer to him and slowly connect your lips with his, intending to make the peaceful moment last longer.

             Henry releases a quiet humming groan that vibrates right through you as you feel his hands slowly rubbing your back, bringing you as close to him as possible. Gentle and careful brushes of his lips upon yours. Bodies pressed together, limbs tangled and sprawled in a heap of warm sheets twisted around the hips.

             A soft sound escapes your mouth as you pull away in time to watch him open his eyes; his smile only growing wider when his gaze meets yours. His arms are quick to wrap around your middle to draw you closer to his chest as though you aren’t close enough to him.

             “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you murmur.

             “Good morning, Mrs. Cavill,” he rasps, earning your laugh.

             “Not quite yet, but I love when you call me that.”

             Henry kicks a brow. “Better get used to it; this will be your name for the rest of our lives.”

             “I can’t wait.” You peck his lips, your nails scratching his beard.

             Running the tip of your nose along his cheek, you catch his mouth in another kiss and keep your hands busy, running them through the unkempt hairs. A bite of your lip when you pull away, eyes brimming with mischief as you notice the notable raise of his eyebrow at your ministrations.

             “You can keep scratching like that love; however, I won't purr for you.”

             “Shh, I’m purely enjoying the moment.” A little tug on the longer strands and he envelops your hands in his, bursting your little bubble.

             “I think you might be a touch obsessed with this beard.”

             “I don’t see how this is a problem for you.” You feign offense, but the thought that this day would be the last day of seeing this beard makes you pout unwillingly.

             “You know I have to shave, right?” Henry reminds you as he brings you on top of him. Your legs fall on either side of his hips as you lie down on his chest.

             “Keep it,” you fuss. “Or else I’m going to hide all the clippers and razors.”

             “Now there’s no need for such drastic measures. I should be able to convince you that shaving it off is essential for my new role, wouldn’t you think?”

             “I would think so, but… I don’t seem to understand how being clean-shaven adds to a character.” You know it’s only poking the bear as he attaches a lot of importance to his work ethic. “You would make me and your audience immensely happy if you kept the rugged looks on.”

             “You merely keep me around for my beard, is that it?”

             “Debatable most of the time. But highly possible at the moment.”

             “Now, I'm wounded.” Henry tsks at you playfully, and you curl into his chest, laughing along with him. “And… are you implying I don’t look good without a beard?”

             “I would never! It looks nice, it feels nice and it’s nice playing with it,” you list. “It also keeps my hands busy whenever we’re lounging and you’re reading to me.”

             “I’m sure I have something else that can keep both of your hands busy.”

             “Henry!” you giggle, slapping his shoulder.

             “What, I meant my hair,” he chuckles, pinching your sides.

             “Dork.” You squirm, laughing joyously until he finally relents his playful attacks. “Seriously, who cares about some hairs on your cheeks?”

             “It’s part of the deal, babe.”

             A half shrug accompanies his answer and you all but hide your face in the crook of his neck. His familiar and comforting scent invades your nostrils, putting you under a spell of his own that never fails to charm you even when your mood sours. Your arms squeeze tighter around him as you peck his skin lightly and your behaviour extracts a gentle laugh from Henry.

             “Love?”

             “Mm, let me enjoy it until it goes away,” you murmur, trailing some kisses along his neck to his jaw. “I’m gonna miss it.”

             Henry hums as approval, cupping the back of your head as he lifts your left hand and a few small loving pecks meet your engagement ring.

             “It’s settled, there won’t be any clippers home when you come back,” you muster as much command in your tone as you can.

             It seems a failure as Henry places a hand over his forehead as a sign of amusement, his endearing laughter vibrating through the walls of the bedroom.

             “Oh really?” He asks, arching an eyebrow at which you nod enthusiastically, lightly biting the shell of his ear.

             The grin on your face is swiftly replaced by a squeak when Henry rolls both of your bodies on the mattress. As he hovers over you, it’s his turn to attach his lips to your skin while his beard scratches the surface, erupting a series of goosebumps. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin has you moaning breathlessly.

             “Do I have time for a proper goodbye before Kal wakes up?” You sigh.

             Henry glances at the clock on your nightstand and a devilish smirk graces his lips. “Plenty.”

✿ Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with or have any ties to Henry Cavill, his family, his publicists, or his management. I do not work on behalf of him or anyone he knows personally, and I do not get paid to endorse him. All the creations featured here are 100% fictional and are not intended to offend or misrepresent the people mentioned within them.

You wore a lilac colored dress. It’s short, with tiny illusion sleeves and goes down straight. The reason you love this dress so much, is because it matches your beloved Versace heels. The Medusa Aevitas Platform Pumps. Never had you loved a pair of shoes that much and you had been wearing the black ones quite a lot, however you never had a chance to wear the lilac ones. 

Until now and now was the perfect opportunity to wear such shoes.

Your late night show appearance tonight at the Graham Norton show had been your debut. You were nervous to say the least, but it wasn’t helping you were sitting next to Henry Cavill. He was really handsome and goodness gracious, was he broad.

‘So, Y/N,’ Graham said, causing you to look up from your hands. ‘Love, are you alright? You appear a bit nervous.’

You let out a chuckle. ‘I am,’ you admitted. ‘This is my first interview with an audience.’

Graham nodded. ‘Well, nothing to be nervous about. You are surrounded by wonderful people. Tell me this, you’ve watched the Witcher?’

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, including the ones of Leonardo DiCaprio, who was sitting on your left and Henry Cavill, who sat on your right. ‘I haven’t,’ you whispered.

Leave it to Graham Norton to over exaggerate and gasp loudly. ‘You haven’t?’ he asked you.

You shook your head, before you dared to look at Henry. ‘I’m sorry.’

The audience started to laugh, including Henry himself, who placed his hand on his chest. ‘It hurt, I gotta admit, but I’ll recover.’

It sure eased your mind. 

‘You watched movies with either of these men?’ Graham asked.

You nodded. ‘Yeah, I really enjoyed Inception,’ you said, turning to Leonardo, who nodded in approval, ‘just like Shutter Island. Catch me if you can is also such a classic.’ You then turned to Henry Cavill, who looked so intimidatingly handsome, you had to clear your throat. ‘I liked him in Mission Impossible and Man of U.N.C.L.E.’ You didn’t know exactly why you seemed so nervous and insecure now, but maybe it was because you recently heard Henry Cavill had been single again and you had not been able to think about anything else anymore since you found that out. 

In the fantasy you had created in your mind, you could’ve seen yourself with Henry Cavill. Intelligent, articulate, funny and handsome. He was like the real deal and single and you happen to be single as well.

Clearly it was a match made in heaven.

You knew you were new to the industry, this being your first movie after your loss at the Voice. You had been the first to leave the finals and while it definitely hurt your feelings for quite some time, you realized this couldn’t be the last of you. You had dreamed of becoming famous. You had a few roles in movies back in your home country. While they were classics within the borders, they never made it big outside of your country.

And now here you were: promoting the movie you were so proud of and simultaneously making a foul out of yourself in front of your long time celebrity crush.

Wonderful.

Graham’s eyes landed on you, before he leaned back in his chair. ‘You gentlemen know what she did prior to this movie?’

The two men both shook their heads, while your hands started to get clammy. 

‘Well,’ Graham continues, ‘she actually was my favorite contestant of her country’s the Voice.’

You face was heating up, to a point where your cheeks were sensitive if you were to touch them. 

‘Really?’ Henry asked, clearly surprised.

You only could nod. 

‘She truly has the voice like an angel,’ Graham says. ‘We’ve got a little sneak peak.’

You wanted to disappear. You looked at the screen and saw a two year younger version of yourself, standing on the podium in front of an audience and the backs of the four chairs of the coaches. For your audition song you decided on Up All Night by Kehlani and it showed off your sweet, yet full voice.

Thankfully, Graham did not put you through a long misery, because he only showed the ending. The audience started to applaud and you awkwardly dug your fingernails in the palm of your hand. 

Henry was impressed, as he gushed: ‘Wow, you’re really good. You won right?’

‘No, was the first one to leave the finals,’ you said and it was the first time your voice didn’t quiver, but that was mainly because stating facts was easier. 

‘Shame,’ he notes, ‘you would’ve definitely been my favorite.’

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After a long but fun evening, you were in your respective dressing room, talking to your manager. However, you were interrupted by a knock on the door and you looked up, only to be met by Henry Cavill himself.

Oh dear…

‘Hi,’ he shyly said.

‘Hi.’

‘I just wanted to say I really liked meeting you tonight,’ he admitted and you almost had to grab the hand of your manager, in order to keep yourself upright. 

‘Thanks, likewise,’ you managed to choke out.

He seemed to hesitate a bit, but then the words rolled out of his mouth: ‘Can I have your number?’

The aftermath kinda became a blur, but there were a few things you were certain of: 1) your manager deserved a raise with the way she handled the situation (especially because you were absolutely useless in your state of shock) and 2) you had Henry Cavill’s phone number!

While you were dancing around in your dressing room after he disappeared, your manager handed you your phone. 

‘Check it out, future mrs. Cavill.’

You glared at her as you took the phone from her. Your eyes landed on your screen where you saw a notification.

Henry Cavill: Just wanted to tell you one more thing

Henry Cavill: Graham was right

Henry Cavill: You do have the voice like an angel 

✰ ✰ ✰

******

Henry chuckled as you peppered kisses all over his face. No part of him was safe from your lips. His cheeks, nose, forehead, even his ears. All of him got smooches from you.

And he was loving the affection. Leaning his head back, he sighed as you left sweet little kisses over his chest and neck. You licked at his Adam’s Apple, making him hum. His hands skated their way up your sides, sneaking a feel of your curves as you straddled him.

“You’re awfully loveable.” He observed, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip.

“Don’t you like my kisses? I can stop.” You tilted your head, pulling away with a smirk. His eyes snapped open. 

“No! No. I mean it’s nice. Don’t stop.” He grinned up at you, putting on the good boy act so you would continue.

You raised a brow playfully before you dived back into his neck. Henry moaned as you left love bites up his throat. Your tongue wandered along his jawline before you tenderly kissed the cleft in his chin. 

You bite your lip. What a cute feature of his. You loved his butt chin. It made you want to…

“Ow! Hey!” Henry yelped when you dug your teeth into his chin.

You pulled back, snickering when you saw his wide eyes. He was flabbergasted as he held his hand to his face. His expression was enough to make you giggle uncontrollably.

“You bit me!” He gasped, watching you laugh at his ‘pain’.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.” You chuckled. 

“That hurt. You actually bit me.” He huffed as he lowered his hand. A tiny indent of your teeth marked his flesh.

“I didn’t bite you that hard. Love bites like all the rest.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, as he pouted up at you. “I’m sorry.” 

Your grumpy puppy was not having it. 

“That was not a love bite.” He crossed his arms, and you pressed your lips into a thin line to stop your grin. He was really trying to sell it, huh?

You played along, setting your hands on his arms. “Henry, baby? I’m sorry.”

He didn’t uncross them, still staring at you with those shining baby blues. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, honey.” You cooed, knowing exactly what he was trying to get with those puppy dog eyes. 

Grabbing his cheeks, you started smothering him with your kisses again. His pout lifted into a grin immediately after getting what he wanted. His hands came back to rest on your hips as you gave his chin extra attention.

“I’m so, so sorry, my darling.” You gushed as Henry snickered, his eyes crinkling happily.

“You’re not sorry.” He smirked, squeezing your rear end.

You hummed, working on sucking a mark onto his collarbone. “You’re right. I’m not. I’d bite that butt chin again, given another chance.”

“You’ve gone feral.” Henry grunted, shaking his head as you chomped your teeth. He smacked your bum with his hand, making you squeal and start giggling again. He smiled back at you.

“Keep biting me and see what happens. Maybe I’ll leave my teeth marks behind on your cute arse.”

He’d spent the last three weeks on a press tour, and was feeling burnt out. He loved his job, but he loved you more.

You pulled away with a huff, meeting his eyes with a soft smile. He was so goddamn handsome; looking down at you like there was no one else he’d rather be with. Made the throbbing in your head subside a little, and you acquiesced with a nod. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

He pulled away and took your hand, leading you towards the bedroom and turning off lights as he went. He got you set up among the blankets and pillows before curling up beside you, pulling you into his arms and letting you pick the movie on Netflix. Kal was dutifully at your feet, never too far.

He wished there was something else he could do to help you. You’d gone with him to a red carpet event once— the lights and camera flashing proved to be too much, and you lasted about ten minutes before you had to sneak away to one of the actors lounges for a reprieve. Date nights where you got caught by paparazzi meant quick walking and sunglasses; no after parties, the strobe lights weren’t good.

None of these things were deal-breakers for Henry— he’d been going to red carpets and parties by himself since the beginning, and if his publicist had any say in it, it was preferred that way. He was always a private person, and avoiding cameras were as important to him as it was to you.

As he watched you pick a movie and settle into his embrace, he tucked a piece of hair away from your face and kissed your temple, eyes shut as his lips lingered a bit longer. Willing the pain to go away.

To say Henry and you didn’t get along would have been the understatement of the century. You could never agree on anything, constantly quarrelled on set and in the last couple of days of filming you did nothing but exchange spiteful glares.

Oddly, you hardly even remembered what started it, only that Henry was the sweetest person ever who got along with everyone, save for you.

‘At least we got the camera fooled,’ you thought for yourself as you sat on the horse, waiting for Henry to join so the crew can begin shooting the scene.

‘Any time now, Cavill…’

The broad man appeared before, every woven muscle in his tree-trunk thighs flexing as he made his way. You cursed him for that; if only he wasn’t such a fine specimen!

Henry gave you a stoic glare, the golden lenses making him appear even colder. With one easy bounce, he hauled himself onto the horse and pressed his torso right next to your spine.

‘Shit! Fuck!’

Too close, he was too freaking close.

The heat of his body enkindled a flame between your thighs, thickly the wetness caresses your nether lips at the sensation of his groin brushing into your ass.

Was he doing that on purpose?

Not making a sound, he reached his hands forward and caged your body amid his lengthy arms as he held onto the horse’s reins.

“Morning,” he finally spat, out of courtesy.

You shifted uncomfortably in return, trying to soothe the sudden clenching panic in you core. Unfortunately, this did nothing but serve for more friction and just as you thought things can’t get any worst, you felt a little stir against the cleft of your ass.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did your best to ignore it, but the sense of his big, warm body grinding against yours was nearly intoxicating.

‘God, I hate him, I hate him! I hate him!’

“Action!!“ The director yelled, and briefly Henry shifted his entire weight and urged the horse to gallop forward.

Every tread made you want to scream. The movement caused your bodies to writhe into one another and now the stir you felt throbbing against your ass had grown into a rock hard erection, and fuck, he felt huge. So big that even in your hatred you couldn’t help but think of how he would spear you on his cock.

“Stop. doing. that”

You finally heard Henry groan between clenched teeth.

Avoiding a frown that begged to break on your brow, you whispered back, “I am not doing anything.”

Lowly he growled in your ear. “Yes, you are, stop squirming…”

“You are squirming!” You immediately hissed back.

Henry rolled his eyes behind you and tried to move away but as the horse suddenly jolted, his body pushed further into yours, causing a moan to sneak out of your mouth.

A low, rumbling growl boomed in his chest, prickling your skin with goosebumps and sending an icy shiver down your spine.

“I thought you hated me…” he whispered and flexed his chest against your back, now deliberately grinding his hardened cock against your ass.

You bit your bottom lip to muffle another moan. “I do. I hate you a lot.”

“Heh,” he growled again, his voice raspier than usual, “I think I’d like to see the extant of your hatred.”

His words made both your cheeks and ears burn. Was he actually implying that…

“Cut!!!”

The director yelled just then, causing both Henry and yourself to pause your banter and glance at him with guilt washed upon your faces. It reminded you of being a teenager, getting caught sneaking out at night.

“Something is off with the lightening, I think we need to take a break and fix it.”

‘Oh thank god!’ You thought, preparing to jump off and escape this terrible ordeal when Henry’s palm gently slapped across your belly and held you in your place.

“Wait!” He begged.

You turned your head to look at him for a brief moment, only to find you couldn’t barely stare him in the eye.

“I can’t… I… umm people will see…” he whispered gently and lowered his head.

It took you a moment before realisation struck and then the blood rushed to your head. Henry was still very much hard and both of you knew very well that had you moved now, people would talk.