Henry Cavill x reader drabble

Word count: 455

Author’s note: A quick fluffy drabble, because it’s canon that Henry loves to munch away cookies whenever..wherever. (And I was just baking some)

‘You can hand your bag to the guy over there if you want.’ Henry gestured to the wardrobe, your eyes still blinking from the flashing lights on the red carpet. 

‘No. No. No need. Besides. I'd like to keep it with me.’ You shrugged away his proposal, eyes searching the backstage crowd; anything to avoid Henry’s gaze as he could look straight through you odd behaviour. 

It was hard keeping secrets from Henry. He knew you better than you knew yourself. And so with a slight curl of his nose he eyed you - admiring your body, as much as pondering why you were suddenly so attached to that clutch you always hated with a passion. Stepping closer he whispered in your ear: ‘You and your clutch became best friends all of a sudden?’ Suspicion dripped from his voice as he quickly snatched the clutch from your hand, thumb brushing over the locking mechanism, clicking it open. 

You wished to admonishingly flick your hand against his large arm, but he had already found your secret. A delicious secret. Looking up, an amused twinkle bubbled in his blue eyes. 

‘My favourite.’ He grinned, stepping closer to you, so your bodies formed a temporary shield around your new shared prize possession, his eyes studying the contents of your bag better. Usually clutches at these red carpet events were left empty - all your belongings safely stashed with PA’s or wardrobe assistants. But this? Ha! Oh, the very idea of the amount of scolding you’d receive from both the award’s show AND Henry’s glam squad made you chuckle inwardly. 

The rules were simple on these occasions; no food until dinner time. But heck..one delicious..smooth..melt-in-your-mouth....Henry didn’t have eyes for you anymore, his hand starting to dig through the stash of parchment wrapped chocolate cookies. 

‘I thought I was your favourite.’ You pouted, eyeing Henry.

Silently Henry took one cookie in his mouth and quickly bent forward, pressing the other half of the cookie against your lips. It took you slightly by surprise, your lips opening gingerly as the crunchy triple chocolate cookie was pressed into your mouth, Henry’s lips sealing off whatever evidence there ever had been of this sneaky snack. With a snap you bit of your half, amused eyes grinning back at Henry, who started chewing on his half. 

‘You are.’ Henry mused finally after swallowing, his thumb brushing over the corner of your lip to hide the last of the evidence. You laughed. ‘Good, because YOU are carrying THIS.’ And with that you pressed that obnoxious clutch bag into his hand, your lips quick to brush over his before he could object. 

Not that he ever would. He’d carry you AND the clutch bag if that would mean more of his favourite snacks. 

Cookies included. 

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