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Lavender Haze - Henry Cavill - (Grand Suite part five)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Throughout this miniseries there will be 18+ content so minors DNI!

Word count: approx. 2,1k

A/N: Hi there lovelies and welcome to my new followers! Thank you all for the nice comments and reblogs. 🤗 So here is part five of Grand Suite. I suggest you read the other chapters before reading this. You can find the other chapters right here -> Masterlist Grand Suite🔥 I hope you enjoy!

After your hot, intimate shower session and the primal pounding against the hotel door, Henry had been very gentle while cleaning you up and wrapped you in the soft and fluffy bathrobe.

Your head was still buzzing and you hummed content when you laid down. Feeling like the bed pulled you in a soft and comfortable embrace, almost swallowing you whole. Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows you watched how the sun had set, causing the sky to burst out in a palette of blushy pink, golden orange and a mix of violet and lilac. Gods, the sight of it was stunning.

Your eyes glided from the marvelous view outside to the detached bathtub which was placed a few feet from the bed. Oh how that bath looked amazing. You could easily picture yourself bathing in it. Maybe with some scented candles while reading a nice book, a comforting lo-fi playlist on in the background while the warm water and bubbles caressed your body. Or even better, laying in the bath against Henry’s chest while he would read to you with his deep voice and tracing invisible patterns on your skin. The corner of your lip curled up at the memory of feeling his chest against your back.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Henry’s deep voice made you snap out of your daydream and you couldn’t help your chest from rising when you took in a deep breath, eyes glued to him.

Would you ever get used to him? Every time you looked at him it was like an electric shock jolted through your body.

He was also dressed in the white robe but he had loosely wrapped the belt around his waist, exposing his well muscled pecs. And then that forehead curl.. that cuntpuddling cursing curl was adorning his face again and you could’ve sworn that the electric shock shot straight to your lower stomach.

You swallowed as you answered him. “I actually was just admiring the stunning sky and then fantasized about that very inviting bathtub.”

He followed your gaze and nodded. “That bath is very inviting indeed but I have to admit that I haven’t used it yet.”

Your brows shot up in surprise, “you haven’t? That’s a shame.”

He chuckled and laid down on the bed next to you. Moving over onto your side you popped your head on your hand and asked. “How long have you been here? And do you own this place?”

He mirrored your position and answered. “I am here because we’re wrapping up season three of The Witcher and working out the press tour schedule. And no, I do not own this place. My management arranged this ridiculously big place but apparently it was this or a one-bed bedroom and not to be posh but I prefer this.”

You nodded eagerly. “I can’t wait for season three! What are you exactly doing now wrapping up? When will the trailer be out? And are you planning on filming season four?”

“Well, we’re recording some voice-overs for the scenes where the sound is a bit unclear but furthermore it’s all pretty much finished. I don’t have the exact date for when the trailer will be released but it will be soon and about season four, I’m afraid I can’t say anything about it.”

“Mmm,” you pursed your lips. “Can I somehow persuade you?”

You let your finger glide over the exposed skin of his chest and looked up at him from underneath your lashes. He grinned and licked his lips.

“I’m afraid not. But you can definitely try.” Your lips curved up into a slight smile.

“How long are you staying here? Will you be leaving when you wrap up? What will your next project be?”

He furrowed his brows and mockingly said, “so many questions.”

You smiled shyly. “I’m sorry, I’m just curious.”

“Don’t worry darling. I’m just teasing.” You smiled as your heart fluttered how he called you darling, again.

“To answer your questions- I will be here for another month and then I will be leaving for my next project where I, again, can’t say anything about.”

Opening you mouth to ask another question but were interrupted when Henry’s hand shot to your mouth.

“My turn.”

The warmth of his palm seeped through your skin causing a shudder to run down your spine as you grinned and nodded.

“What is you favorite color?”

You hummed but answered in a heartbeat. “Sunset orange, just like the sky right now.”

“Well that was fast,” he chuckled, following your gaze to watch the colorful sky burst with all these lovely shades and nodded in understanding.

“What’s yours?” You asked and brought your gaze back to him.

The warm and beautiful tones of the sunset sky casted its light, highlighting Henry’s features. His sharp stubble-covered jawline, the shape of his kissable lips and his ocean blue eyes which seemed to illuminate even more due the contrasting hues. This man was utterly stunning and outright gorgeous. And he was laying next to you, asking about your favorite color. It’s was still like you were dreaming but at the same time it felt so familiar, comfortable and just.. nice, as if you knew him for way longer than just the few hours you’ve spent together.

“I think I go for green,” he started while he brought his gaze back to yours, “and to be specific I think it’s called ‘hunter green’ just like the shade of your eyes.”

Heat started to rush to your cheeks while you snorted. “How cheesy,”

“Well, it may be cheesy but it’s true.” He flicked your nose which made you giggle as he continued.

“Talking about cheesy, what is your favorite food?”

“Mmm.. I really enjoy Italian food and in town there is this restaurant which has the best pizza’s ever! The owner Mario, obviously from Italy, makes them with so much love and care and I know it sounds weird but you can really taste it. Besides that actually anything Italian makes my mouth water, but if I have to choose I would go for Mario’s pizza.”

“Sounds pretty good, what’s your go-to pizza?”

“Margherita for sure.”

“Really? I would’ve thought you’d be this girl who likes extra’s on her pizza.”

His comment made you gasp and you smacked him playfully on the chest pretending to be insulted.

“I do like some extra basil on my pizza but besides that I would like to keep it basic. No need for extra or other ingredients. When you taste it you will definitely understand.”

He was quiet for a moment and studied your face. Your heart beat started to rise again as you felt like he kept you hostage with his stare. Damn, those piercing eyes.. You couldn’t help when you felt the heat between your legs start to lit up again.

“I have an idea,” he started and tugged a loose strand behind your ear, “let’s order that pizza, I could use some food right now, don’t you?”

Before you could answer your stomach growled in response which made the both of you laugh. You were hungry, especially after you skipped your lunch-break at work due the peak hour and the leftover mess of the bachelor parties which still needed to be cleaned up. And after Henry came around making you hungry for something else, but now you could indeed use some food and the thought of your favorite pizza almost made you drool.

“You know what, let me order that pizza so you can pick out a movie.” You suggested.

He flashed his fangs when he smiled. “I like that but I have even a better idea. What about we eat that pizza in the bath and then watch a movie.”

Your eyes widened in excitement. “Deal.”

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Before you knew it the bathtub was filled with lavender scented bubbles which tickled your skin while the two of you enjoyed the rich and delicious flavor of Mario’s Margherita.

Henry took another bite, closed his eyes and moaned with his mouth full. “Twhis is sow gwood! I can rewly taste the lowve.”

Your jaw started to strain slightly from all the times he made you smile. Glancing at him enjoying the pizza while sharing a nice and warm bath, his big frame filling most of the tub and even though it emphasized his posture it also made him very cute.

The conversation between you kept flowing so easily. You talked about your lives, work, family and friends and interests. And even though you sort-of knew him thanks to watching the endless interviews and seeing him on-screen, he somehow still surprised you with his pure and honest personality. You really enjoyed seeing and discovering this other side of Henry, especially when you talked about fantasy books, the way he passionately talked about a few of his favorites made your heart warm.

Thanks to the comfortable temperature of the water and your now full stomach you felt satisfied and very content. You slid down a bit further so the water covered your shoulders all the way up to your chin while you leaned your head back and switching your gaze between him and the one-million-dollar-view of the city.

He stared right back at you and even though a silence stretched between you it wasn’t awkward. It was just.. pleasant. The sky outside now turning into a deeper azure shade, heading towards a midnight blue.

After a moment he spoke again. “Do you wanna watch the movie we’ve talked about?”

“Yes, I would like that.” With those words the both of you got up. Henry was very keen on helping you step out of the bathtub and drying you off. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he toweled you down, taking extra time and care on your ass and breasts. The movement making your nipples harder as you felt your blood heath again, or was it because you just got out of a warm bath with a hot guy? Probably both.

Once completely dry Henry helped you in your robe again and quickly put on his own. You turned around to make your way towards the bed but were pulled back when Henry grabbed your wrist and gave a hard tug, making you stumble back and in a blink he had you lifted up bridal style and grinned wickedly.

“Allow me.”

You mirrored his grin and cocked a brow. “Do I have a choice?”

Henry’s grin turned into a smirk. A deep hum vibrated through his chest as he walked you back to the bed. “No, you don’t.”

Biting your lip you tried to keep your breathing and heart beat at ease but somehow he seemed to have this talent to increase it with just a few words or touches. Not that you minded tho, not even in the slightest.

He gently laid you down on the bed and immediately hovered over you, placing his knees on either side of you and leaned forward, his face so close to yours that your lips almost touched.

“I have one more question,” he said softly and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Slowly descending to the side of your neck, down your collarbone as you asked.

“And that question is?”

“Are you ticklish?” Pausing his hand when he reached your sternum, he looked at you. It wouldn’t surprise you if he felt your pulse under his touch as you heart beat aggressively against your ribs.

You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady.

“No.”

He tilted his head and tutted. “You’re a bad liar, Joanne.”

You couldn’t suppress the squeal which bubbled its way out of your throat. “I-“

Before you could finish your sentence he had his hands placed on your waist, squeezing and tickling your sides as you helplessly moved underneath him. Laughter escaped in short breaths as you tried to catch his hands.

“Hen— Henry— I— ah— stop I can’t—“ you begged, trying to form a sentence but failed.

“You know the word, darling,” his said as he swatted your hands away and continued his torment.

“Ah! Plea— Henry— okay please!” You managed to get out and he paused.

“Say that again.” His voice now and octave lower as he watched you hungrily.

Panting your repeated, “I said… please.”

His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed and leaned in. Your breath hitched and suddenly the playful tension morphed into another kind of tension which made your skin burst out in goosebumps.

“Again.” He commanded and you happily obliged.

“Please, Henry.” The word leaving your lips in a whisper.

“I love to hear you say that.” He huskily said and pressed his lips to yours.

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eryn-galen · 1 year ago

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So, with the release date of Season 3 slowly creeping closer, I think it's time we ask a very important question

Which canonically alive character will netflix kill this time?

Season 1 brought us the nonsensical death of Mousesack

In Season 2 we suffered through the even more nonsensical death of Eskel*

What will Season 3 bring? Time to make your bets, folks!

*Seriously. Eskel's death never fails to crack me up. He is the only witcher to survive not only the books but all three games as well! It doesn't matter what you do, it doesn't matter what decisions you make, Eskel. Always. Survives.

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #radovid #who will be next?#so they killed off eskel #but in exchange we got stregobor as a returning character #yay?

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kingliam2019 · 2 years ago

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Is it June Yet?

The Witcher season 3 release date

While The Witcher has traditionally been released in December, Henry Cavill confirmed at TUDUM that season 3 will be coming in the summer of 2023! This is obviously huge news.

The streamer announced today that The Witcher season 3 will be split into two parts, with the first consisting of five episodes and premiering on June 29, 2023, and the second consisting of three episodes and releasing on July 27, 2023. We weren’t expecting Netflix to split up the season, but it’s not the first time the platform has done this with big releases.

Netflix likes to release The Witcher around the holidays. The first two seasons were released around Christmas, as was The Witcher: Blood Origin in 2022. We suspected Netflix might drop The Witcher season 3 around the Fourth of July, and we were somewhat right!

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thenightling · 2 years ago

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Anyone else really tired of fan-made / AI generated posters for films and TV shows?

I've seen some Witcher season 3 posters and the only dead give away that they're fake is they use Geralt's medallion from the video games, which is a trademarked version of the medallion so it can't be the version he wears in the Netflix show. Also why would his medallion change three seasons in after it was established in two seasons and an animated movie. It makes no sense.

And yet people keep falling for the fake Witcher Season 2 posters as real because they add the face scar and video game version of the medallion without consideration that the video game version has trademarked the original concepts created specifically for the games.

The Beetlejuice 2 fan made / AI made posters also annoy me. They're all so similar. It's like Burton parody.

And before Hocus Pocus 2 came out there were a lot of fan made posters. Anti-climatically the official posters ended up looking very similar to the fan made ones for that one.

Also some professional movie posters have been pretty lazy these last ten or fifteen years. Tim Burton's Dark Shadows poster was disappointing and the poster for Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among thieves poster was disappointing though it was a great movie.

Before The Sandman came out that popular fan art of Morpheus wearing the Dream Catcher against his chest was passed off as the show's poster but that was (at least to me) more obviously a place holder until the official poster was made.

A friend of mine was so used to fan made trailers that he refused to believe the Ghostbusters: Afterlife trailer was real, which was very frustrating because they kept changing the release date because of the pandemic and he insisted he would only believe it when it was actually playing at the cinema.

I'm kind of bored with the circulation of the fake posters months or even years before a real movie or show and most of them are obvious fakes or just boring.

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'The Witcher' Trailer, Release Date: Watch Henry Cavill's Final Season

This summer, everything changes. The Witcher Season 3 begins on June 29th. Trailer, Release Date: Watch Henry Cavill’s Final Season The Witcher: Season 3 | Official Teaser | Netflix The season’s first five episodes will drop June 29. The remaining three episodes will be released July 27. Henry Cavill is back for his final season on Netflix’s The Witcher in the below first-look season three…

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web-serieso · 2 years ago

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Bridgerton Season 3 Release Date Netflix 2023 | Will season 3 be Cancelled?

All things you need to know about Bridgerton Season 3

What is the Bridgerton season 3 release date on Netflix? Know entirely about Bridgerton season 3 in this article.

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Bridgerton This is one of the Popular series on Netflix, which was very much liked on Netflix. Bridgerton season 1 was released on 25 December 2020.

Let me tell you that, about 1 month after the release, Netflix announced that this Bridgerton series had become the most extensively launched series ever.

And big series like The Queen’s Gambit, Stranger Things, and The Witcher left everyone behind. And this series reached 41% of Netflix users. So let us now tell you about Bridgerton season 3.

Is Bridgerton season three confirmed?

Yes, Bridgerton season 3 has been confirmed by Netflix. On April 13, 2021, Netflix confirmed a third season after season 1 and season 2 for the award-winning show, and also confirmed a fourth season after the third season. Confirmation of this was announced in typical Bridgerton style — through Lady Whistledown of course — the statement read:

Phoebe Dynevor is not in Season 3

Phoebe Dynevor, a key character in the Bridgerton series, who Daphne Bridgerton played a very good role in Season 1 and Season 2.

Phoebe Dynevor announced in January that she would not appear in Season 3. And with this Dynevor said “I have done what I wanted to do with that character.

And she had a great arc.” “If they ask me back in the future, who knows?” The actress told ScreenRant that she was “excited to watch as an audience member.”

Who is playing the lead role in Bridgerton season 3?

Who is playing the lead role in Bridgerton season 3? I have come to know something about this. You will also like to hear that. Season 3 will focus on Benedict. And you will see the story revolving only around Benedict.

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booksofdelight · 2 years ago

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The Witcher Season Three Release Date

Find out The Witcher Season Three Release Date

With two successful seasons under their belt, The Witcher is getting ready to release season 3. Everyone wants to know when they can watch the third season of the Witcher? Keep reading to find out! When Will the Third Season of The Watcher Arrive on Netflix? Henry Cavill has played the Witcher as well as anyone could have and fans are eager to see him in yet another season. Season three will…

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henrycavilledits · 3 years ago

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I love this site, thanks for keeping us informed in all things Cavill. Any news from Argylle, or Enola Holmes 2. Do we know what role he plays in that spy thriller or when is set to come out?

Luckily today we got a whole list of updates! The source for all these updates is the latest The Hollywood Reporter (Nov. 2021) interview. Here's a summary:

ARGYLLE: About the film we don't actually know in what stage it is. But considering that filming started in August 2021 and the release date being somewhen in 2022, it's likely that the film is in post-production or completed a good amount of shooting percentage. The movie is Matthew Vaughn’s ode to 1980s action thrillers like Die Hard and Lethal Weapon, with Cavill playing an ’80s-style spy (he even has a flattop haircut), except it’s set in the modern world. According to Vaughn, “Henry plays a larger-than-life action hero with a wink.”

ENOLA HOLMES 2: Henry is currently filming Netflix’s Enola Holmes 2 with star Millie Bobby Brown, which will air in 2022 (“Enola goes out into the world and has more interaction with [Sherlock] now that she’s established herself as a character; we dive deeper into their relationship,” he says).

HIGHLANDER: Next year Henry will shoot Highlander, a new version on the immortal swordsman action-fantasy. Henry says Chad Stahelski’s vision is a more grounded-in-reality take than the original movies and show, and will likely play a bit more like a modern tragedy.

THE WITCHER (S3): Henry also has The Witcher season three (which will add more of Cavill’s dry wit, Hissrich says), and the actor remains committed to supporting Hissrich’s vision to keep The Witcher going for at least seven seasons. “Absolutely,” Cavill says. “As long as we can keep telling great stories which honor [author Andrzej] Sapkowski’s work.”

#henry cavill #interview #argylle #enola holmes 2 #highlander #the witcher #news

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 2 years ago

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Hello :) I completely understand if you don't feel like it, but if you don't mind it, would you use some tag for the spoiler pics for Witcher? I'd love to be able to filter those out. Again, if not, no problem, it's your blog after all, I just wanted to ask in case you don't mind :)

Hi there!

I understand not wanting spoilers but I'm genuinely confused as to whether this is about the show as a whole, season two, the books, or season three? I will post any new season three content with a "s3 spoiler" tag once it comes out and once we start getting more content closer to the release date but last season my brain only kept that up for a couple months and I don't have a set time for how long it'll happen.

Other than that I don't use a tag system for anything but finding art or fic later because if I give this any more structure I will start to resent it. Seeing as this is my escape space I don't really want to do that 🤣

So once we get closer to the release and things are actually revealing of plot that's what I'll be using but if it's simply a behind the scenes photo of the cast it probably won't get tagged bc I don't see those as spoilers and will forget.

Thank you for asking so politely and it was probly a good idea for me to say something as we've got a few newcomers lately lol

#comfy answers #comfy's housekeeping #other than that im a tagless gremlin so like do what you gotta do babe #im not gonna shade you for it or anything babe dont worry #also i have no idea how old this ask is ive been in a massive brain fog lately im so sorry if you've been waiting on me

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Jabbar Raisani has been announced as the third director on Netflix’s ATLA series!

He will direct an unknown number of episodes of the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Jabbar Raisani has a pretty prolific career in visual effects, from minor work on Marvel Studios’ Iron Man (2008) to a supervising role in the visual effects of HBO’s Game of Thrones. Everything else to the side, I think most people agree that Game of Thrones’ VFX was pretty top-notch so I find this actually a really good sign-- I feel like there’s a lot of overlap in terms of a rustic fantasy vibe with a lot of travel, cool, important locations and creatures (hello, dragons!).

But that’s VFX-- Jabbar Raisani is a director on ATLA and his experience with that lies mainly in Netflix’s scifi series Lost in Space, where he recently directed two episodes. I feel like it's important to note that he did both directing for two episodes and the main VFX supervisor role for the whole show there, so it's possible he’ll do the same for ATLA. Only directing has been announced/revealed right now though.

Speaking of “two episodes”, that’s the amount I’ve been saying is common for directors to do on Netflix series. ATLA will be ten episodes, so if that holds up, we’ve covered six episodes with the three directors known so far-- Michael Goi and Roseanne Liang were previously reported and also then announced by Netflix. That official announcement gave us our third director, but it also didn’t include any others. It’s possible they’re not done hiring the presumed remaining two yet, or that this won’t follow the Witcher and Shadow and Bone mould and ATLA will have directors doing three or four episodes instead. Michael Goi and Roseanne Liang are also executive and co-executive producers respectively, so they’ll have a long-term role across the whole show. Given this, it’ll actually be pretty interesting to see which episodes everyone will direct. It’s possible it’ll be a core group of people directing episodes throughout all seasons of the show, like, for example, The Crown.

As far as Season 1 is concerned, we’ll find out for sure by November, which is when filming starts. It will run until May, with a probable release date for the show of December 2022.

#news #live action atla #season 1 #cast and crew #jabbar raisani

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Kismet {8}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot, Tiny Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Dialogue Heavy, POV Changes, Small Time Jumps

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Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Henry-

The minute he woke the next day and the alcohol had worn off; he instantly regretted his actions. His head was pounding and his nose stuffy, which was always what the morning after a drinking fest looked and felt like for him. the pain in his head made him painfully aware of everything he’d said to you. More than half of him wished he would have just held his peace and moved on, but the other side of him—the stubborn bull side felt nothing but satisfaction from what he’d done. It was time, especially seeing that you completely had the wrong idea about who he was and his character. He couldn’t help but wonder what you thought about your conversation, but instead of dwelling on it, he decided to push it to the side and do the logical thing. Move on.

It was now five days since that conversation, and though it felt strange the first couple of days to not send you a message when you ran across his mind, he did it and adapted. He now was throwing himself into work because there wasn’t a shortage of it. Most days, he was in pre-production for Witcher two, and that in itself was a lot of work. Production decided to kick fight choreography up a notch because last season wasn’t badass enough. The choreography this season was definitely taking it up several notches, and it meant more long hours of training and even more potential for him to be hurt.

By week two post convo, he was steadily counting down to his vacation time. Training was kicking his ass, and the more and more days that passed, the more he thought of you. That wasn’t all though, the more the way he thought of you changed. In the beginning, he thought he was infatuated or possibly obsessed. When he was around you, he always felt as if he wasn’t in control. He felt like there were forces that were controlling your interactions and pulling a starry blanket over his feelings. He expected this time away to act as a purge, but it hadn’t, not in the way he’d anticipated.

“Come on, her name is Becca, and she’s super cute,” Alisha said.

“Why is it that all my brother’s wives want to set me up?”

“Because we care. You’re too great of a guy to be alone,” Halley complimented.

They all nodded, and his eldest brother painfully squeezed his cheek.

“Plus, look at this face,” Nik teased, making all of them elate.

It had been like this since they were kids. Nothing had changed.

“I’m perfectly fine being alone,” he answered.

“Doesn’t mean you should be,” Amee piped out.

No matter what, he said it wouldn’t be good enough until he gave them what they wanted. He had no intention of doing it, though. He wasn’t sure if it was really his loathing of being set up or because he didn’t want to pretend to want anyone else. Whatever it was, it had him declining to their annoyance. He could stick it out for the next two weeks until he got out of London.

-Aliya-

“You fucked up, plain and simple,” Amaya blurted out as she flipped through a magazine.

You rolled your eyes and tried to continue writing notes to the song you’d just wrote. As sure as you were that it was pitch black outside, you knew she wasn’t done—not by a long shot. A minute passed in silence, but as projected, Amaya began again.

“Just explain to me why you don’t want to be happy.” Amaya tossed the magazine aside, giving you her full attention. Still, you ignored her and kept your eyes glued to the note pad.

“Liya, come on. At some point in your life, you’re going to have to be honest with yourself.”

She was right. For the last few weeks, you’d spent a lot of sleepless nights doing just that. Since Henry’s call, you’d been forced to look at your situation in a light you’d ignored. It wasn’t that you were doing it maliciously. It was just easier and neater to see the worst in every situation hence the worst in people. You’d been the girl who dug deep for the best in people and only focused on that and their potential for too long. It made more sense from a survivalist standpoint to be different.

You’d went back and forth and round and round your situation, and perhaps you were too quick to jump to conclusions. The bottom line was the things he said had affected you, more than you liked and more than you could ignore. A few days after his call, you saw his picture in The Sun. He wasn’t alone. It looked like he’d had a long night of partying. You deduced it was probably the same night he called you. Though he was obviously drunk, he still looked so damn good. In the last few weeks, you’d thought about him a lot. On several occasions, you’d taken up your phone for the sole purpose to stalk his Instagram or even scroll through your gallery to gawk at his pictures. Never though, did you attempt to call.

The main reason was that you hated being the one in the wrong. You hated feeling like the asshole and what was worse was that you also hated apologizing. So, you bit your tongue, pushed your thoughts and emotions aside, and just hoped time would make it all fade. It didn’t.

“Aliya!”

Closing your notepad, you stood. “We’re going to miss the flight.”

“Whatever! It’s a private jet. It’s your private jet.”

You were already out of the room, which meant thankfully, you didn’t have to see her face. The drive to the private airfield was about forty-five minutes. For the entire ride, you could feel Amaya’s annoyance with you. she didn’t say one word. Instead, she kept her nose buried in her phone scrolling her life away. It was okay with you; you had plenty of work to do. Plus, you knew this wasn’t over, not by a long shot.

Sure enough, twenty minutes into the flight to London, she was back at it. The difference between Amaya and Alicia was simple. Where Alicia liked to leave me be until she knew the perfect time to go in because she knew the perfect time would come when you would be more receptive to it, Amaya preferred to go in all the time. She was always on one hundred. You loved both your best friends dearly, and they both spoke to different sides of you, but sometimes you wished they were wrong a lot more often than they were right.

When you got pulled into a phone meeting, you were grateful and even more so when it lasted for almost two hours. By the time you ended the call, Amaya was napping. Though you thought the silence was what you wanted, it was a blessing in disguise. It meant you now had peace and quiet to think, and your thoughts more often than not went right to Henry.

When you landed in London and checked into the hotel, it was after midnight. Once you’d taken a shower and answered a few emails, you popped two sleep aids in hopes they would knock you out because you needed all your energy tomorrow.

-The Next Day-

Hectic was an understatement for how your morning and afternoon had been going. One of the great things about being you was that when you got bored with one career avenue, you had three more to distract yourself with. For the last several months, you’d been focusing on your acting career and had been able to complete two films and three guest appearances. In between acting gigs you were also able to do a few modeling events, including Fall and Spring fashion week.

What had fallen to the wayside was your singing career. It was almost time for you to fulfill your contractual obligations by releasing another album. You’d been focusing on writing new material for the last few weeks, and tonight you were putting on one of the last stops on a mini-tour your team had planned months ago. The travel alone was killing you. You were exhausted, even more than usual. With every show, you felt your body telling you it would soon be time to slow down or stop for a few months. You needed a break.

“I should have flown in days ago. I hate feeling like this isn’t perfect.”

“Aliya, it’s fine,” Alicia countered.

The perfectionist in you didn’t believe her.

“I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. You have to go anyway. The show is supposed to start at six; it’s already three.”

She was right. Though you hated it, you would have to cross your fingers and hope things looked cohesive. After finishing up the last-minute wardrobe adjustments and a quick pep talk with your dancers, you made your way back to the hotel to get in a little bit of pampering before having to get back to the center for prep.

As you laid on the table and enjoyed your deep tissue massage, you allowed the worries to float away. There was nothing you could do about it now anyway. You were also sure it was perfectly fine, and just your obsessive nature taking over. Tuning everything out, you focused on your meditative breathing. Before you knew it, it was time to get back to the center to get into wardrobe and put on a show worthy of the hundreds that were spent on tickets. You were determined to perform your ass off.

-Henry-

He couldn’t have gotten out of tonight no matter what. He’d tried. When Charlie announced to everyone that Heather had made plans for their adults' date night, he rolled his eyes. Now that he thought of it, it was around the time that Amee tried to set him up with that woman. This was supposed to be a blind date, and since he’d declined, he was here alone while all his other brothers were snuggling up and whispering to their significant others.

Here he was an hour and ten minutes into your show, and he’d never had more fluctuating thoughts and feelings. At first, it was surprise; then annoyance, then it transitioned into awe until it moved to arousal and admiration. Now he was stewing deep in all of them, and it was not a good look. Your voice was incredible. He’d always known how talented you were. Your stamina to dance and sing blew his mind. Then when he watched those dance moves closer, it was impossible to keep his thoughts pure. It also didn’t help that the outfits you were wearing only fueled his imagination more.

“What’s wrong with you? You said you liked Aliya Taylor,” Amee shouted over the music.

Plastering a smile on his face, he nodded. “Yeah, she’s great. I’m tired.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

When you came out for the final song in a flowing low cut white gown and barefoot, he staggered backward when he envisioned you walking down a flower aisle.

“Fucking hell!”

All eyes snapped to him, and the curious looks on their faces only had him needing air even more.

“I—I’m gonna get a head start to the cars.”

Not waiting for a response, he turned and walked through the crowd, not daring to look back at you.

-Aliya-

Amaya and Alicia laughed together at something on Amaya’s timeline. No doubt it was some picture of one of her boy toys. You sipped from your flower decorated porcelain teacup while staring out over London to the Eye. Just behind it, Big Ben stood tall and proud as it chimes for four o’clock echoed through the city. This was a city you’d spent a lot of time in thanks to your grandparents on your father’s side. Not as much time as they��d like, but there was only so much free time you had. Big Ben and the Eye were two of your favorite things about London.

You should have been on cloud nine after another successful show and checking another thing off your extensive to-do list, but you weren’t. You felt almost as gloomy as the rolling clouds in the sky that threatened rain.

“You seem depressed.”

Alicia’s voice had you turning back to them you softly smiled. “I’m not.”

“You look it,” Amaya slid home.

Rolling your eyes, you finished your cup of tea and gently placed it on its matching saucer with a shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you then.”

Amaya then gasped with a smile in her eyes. “I know what it is. You’re finally missing your grade A prime beef of a man.”

Snorting, you shook your head. “Oh god. Try again.”

“You might be right, Mya,” Leece started placed her elbows on the table to peer at you closer. “This all started the night we had dinner with him. What’s his name again?” Both of them pretended to wrack their brains to remember his name, but they knew damn well what it was.

“Ah, Henry,” Amaya cooed, making you roll your eyes even harder.

“Both of you stop. You’re not funny.”

“We approve.”

“I second that,” Alicia added.

“What? Really?”

“Are you kidding? Yeah. Not only is he gorgeous, like drop dead gorgeous, but he is also super nice. Throughout dinner he was very courteous and sincere. You know I’m a good people reader,” Amaya attested.

“He’s funny, and he seemed to be genuine with his efforts to get to know Mya and me. He also was putting in effort into proving something to you.”

Sighing, you took a few sips of your water.

“Honestly, I couldn’t find anything wrong with him.”

“Really? Perfection?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Yes, you’d suspected they liked him, but the perfect word was just uttered. It was never spoken of, not by them.

“Pretty much,” Amaya doubled down.

“Wow.”

“Tell me about it. Move on that before some other chick does. He will not be single for long,” Amaya added.

For some reason, this was the first time you’d thought about that, and you couldn’t believe it. She was right. He was gorgeous, among other things, and women already fawned over him. He wouldn’t be licking his wounds much longer. A knot formed in your gut, and a sour taste in your mouth followed. Glancing away from their penetrative gazes, you looked around the restaurant and nearly dropped the water glass when you saw Henry across the restaurant laughing. This was the first time you’d seen him in person since your breakfast in New York weeks and weeks ago, and he looked great.

Your eyes drank him up, taking their time soaking up every detail of his face, the slight stubble that decorated his chiseled jaw, his perfectly imperfect smile, his hair that fell slightly longer than you remembered. When he spoke again, you watched his mouth move and quickly got lost. You didn’t have to hear his words. You knew how he spoke them. You knew the effect his voice had. At the thought of that effect, you peeled your eyes away and tried to keep them on either Alicia, Amaya, or the table. Of course, it was impossible. Your eyes continuously found him, and it was on him they remained until you forced yourself to look away.

“What do you keep looking at?”

Amaya glanced around the restaurant. You knew she’d found him because when she turned to face you again, her smile was as wide as a thief's.

“Oh ho ho, looks like fate is on mine and Leece’s side.”

“Stop. Be cool, act natural. Don’t make a scene,” you pleaded.

“Look at that, same place, same time, just mere feet away.”

From the tone of her voice, you knew she was tempted to fuck with you.

“Stop, Amaya. Don’t.”

“Why?”

Trying to keep your voice down and the panic from your face, you pleaded again. “Just don’t.”

Amaya studied you for a few moments before she nodded in defeat. Relief flooded you. Though you tried, you couldn’t get your head back onto lunch and off of him no matter how you tried. The three of you left shortly after passing his table on the way out.

Thanks to a little free time, you, Amaya, and Alicia were able to soak up some shopping in London and before getting back to the hotel for a quick change, then dinner. Even though you tried to stop thinking about Henry’s face earlier, you weren’t the least bit successful, but you played it off like everything was cool. You didn’t know if you fooled either of them, but you really didn’t care. You were so ready to get the hell out of London.

-That Night-

Big Ben’s chime for one in the morning ringing out all around you. It was yet another night of sleeplessness. From your seat at the window, you could feel the nice breeze. It still smelled like rain, but for whatever reason, the rain was staying away. Finishing your glass of wine, you sighed out and nearly leaped out your skin when your phone rang in the quiet room.

“Hello?”

“What’s wrong?”

You smiled from the unexpected sound of your gramaw’s voice. It was like the concrete gate you had around your heart that was constricting it to the point where it was challenging to breathe loosened.

Sighing, you leaned back, reclining against the surface.

“I think I fell in love,” you whispered.

“In love?”

Hearing the words said back to you made you close your eyes and shake your head.

“Yeah, at least I think that’s what I’m feeling. I can’t sleep well, not that I could before. I feel a little depressed, and I can’t pinpoint why, but when I think about it, I feel this way when I think about him. Not to mention, I think about him all the time. Christ, I even dream about him.”

Pausing, you glanced at your phone to find his picture there. It was the last thing you’d been looking at before tossing your phone away.

“I truly feel like I did something wrong, like I was wrong,” you confessed.

“Have you talked to him?”

Hitting your head back, you groaned. “Not since he called me and told me I’m missing out on him and gave me all the reasons why I should realizing I’m missing out.”

You couldn't help but smile at his words as you remembered them.

“Do you feel like you’re missing out?”

Your Gramaw always knew the right questions to ask. She was one of the few that did, one of the few that you’d even listen to. Bowing your head, you sighed again.

“Maybe. Normally I’m sure about someone and sure that I don’t need or want them in my life, but with him—I have doubts with my snap judgment.”

“Oh no, snap judgments are never a good thing, Aliya.”

You groaned hearing the disappointment in her voice. “I know, jeez do I know.”

“What do you feel like doing?”

You scoffed, if you knew that you wouldn’t be going through this struggle.

“I’ll be to you in a few days. I’ll see you soon.”

“Your heart, Aliya, not your head,” she cautioned before you ended the call.

For the next thirty or so minutes, you paced the balcony of your room as you debated with yourself over what you were going to do. After psyching yourself up as much as you could, you bit the bullet dialing Henry’s number before you talked yourself out of it. After one ring, you almost hung up but forced yourself to stick through the terror running through you. Two rings passed, then three. At the fourth you began to lower your hand to end the call and then his voice echoed through the speaker.

“Hello?”

You froze drawing a blank and forgetting for a moment you had a voice.

“Hello?”

“Hello,” you whispered.

The rustling on his end was loud but brief.

“Aliya?”

Swallowing the lump, you took a deep breath. “Yeah. Hi.”

“It’s after one in the morning. Is everything all right? Are you hurt?”

Your heart lurched, and a soft smile spread across your lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m not hurt,” you assured.

He sighed, then yawned.

“I uh—I know it’s late or early. I know you, um, probably have something better to do than be up. I’m sorry if I woke you,” you half rushed and stuttered out.

“You’re rambling, Aliya.” You stopped your pacing then and slapped your forehead.

“Yes, I am. I do that when I’m nervous,” you blurted.

“Why are you nervous?”

Pausing, you gripped the rail on the balcony and used it to center yourself and get your nerves under control.

“Well, I’m about to ask the man I told I wouldn’t be with to meet me somewhere at nearly two in the morning. I’m—sending major mixed signals.”

Henry didn’t speak right away. Instead, he waited, making you chew your bottom lip as your anxiety increased.

“Why?”

“Wh—why? Why what?”

“Why should I?”

Stunned, your jaw dropped. “Oh, wow, out with the hard questions. Okay. Um—well—you should meet me because uh—it’s not often that I realize I was wrong or did something wrong and when I realize that, I like to say so.”

Again the silence over the phone stretched for long moments. After a full minute of it, your anxiety peaked.

“Still there?”

Henry sighed. “I’m here. I’m thinking.”

His voice sounded so deliciously deep. Either you had woken him, and this was his sleepy voice, or he was purposely giving you that sexy baritone.

“By all means. Think as long as you need to. Um—I’ll be at the eye until 2:30. I um—I hope you show. If you don’t, I understand, really I do and no hard feelings.”

Quickly you ended the call and panted as if you’d been running a marathon all in an effort to calm yourself down. It had been years since you’d put yourself through something like that, and you had a feeling it was only the beginning of you making amends.

Being Aliya Taylor afforded you some perks, and one was being able to have access to the eye well after closing. All it took was one call, well two to be exact, and voila, you were sitting in one of the cars anxiously waiting for Henry. You had no idea if he’d show, and the more and more time that passed with him not magically appearing, the more and more your brain worked overtime. The scenery helped a lot, but when you glanced at your watch and saw that it was almost 2:30, the scenery could do no more. Your nerves and anxiety had erupted like a volcano.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

Spinning, you saw Henry at the door still on the platform. You released a relieved sigh, realizing he hadn’t stood you up.

“Good thing I’m not—anymore.”

Henry stepped into the car and took a few steps to you but stopped when he was still a ways away.

“London after two is not safe,” Henry informed.

“I know.”

The doors closed, and the contraption began moving.

“How in the world did you get them to open this for you?”

Smiling, you shrugged. “I may know people in high places,” you replied, which made him smile.

“This is one of my favorite places in London,” you announced as you walked around the car, taking care not to get too close. You didn’t know if you could handle it right away, and you had to feel him out to see what his coming really meant.

“Why?”

“You can see all of greater London from here and out to the countryside if you really look once you’re up high.”

Henry also walked around the car, mirroring your intentions. Neither of you came close enough to touch one another.

“How often do you come to London?”

“A lot. I have some family here, plus I prefer the countryside.”

“So you have some British blood,” Henry inquired, half a question, half a statement.

“I had to. Only the Bris would dare think to send their daughters off to finishing school,” you quipped.

Henry’s laugh filled the car, making you smile widely. He walked to one of the many windows turning his back to you. Slowly you looked over his broad back, taking in every detail. Your fingers could still remember what the dance of his muscles felt like underneath them, and they itched to feel them dance again. Taking a deep breath, you fiddled your fingers.

“Uh--I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important by asking you here. Like I hope I didn’t impose on—anyone.”

You were fishing, it was obvious, and you felt no shame.

“Eh, who needs sleep anyway. I can sleep when I’m dead,” Henry replied with a shrug of those magnificent shoulders still keeping his back to you.

“Were um--were you uh—sleeping—alone?”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you could swear he could hear it. He didn’t speak or turn around. He just stood there torturing you. You wondered if he knew it was sheer torture what he was doing. Did he even care? The longer he remained quiet, the more you freaked out until you decided to backtrack all the way back.

“I’m sorry. Don’t answer that. It is absolutely none of my business. I don’t even know why I asked that,” you rushed out, rubbing your forehead from embarrassment before beginning to pace the car.

That was when Henry chose to turn around.

“I know a woman doesn’t say something she doesn’t mean, and usually when a woman asks a question, she wants to know the answer either to prove herself right or in hopes she’s wrong. What is it for you?”

His voice made you stop in the midst of pacing to watch his mouth as he spoke. There was something poetic about how he spoke, and it always distracted you. Nibbling your bottom lip, you thought about how to respond. You were already tired of the verbal Olympics and talking around each other.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes. “Henry--.”

“You know that’s the first time you’ve said my name without the word goodbye in front of it.”

That made you snap your mouth shut. Had it?

“That’s not true,” you protested.

“It actually is. I was beginning to think you like saying goodbye rather than hello.”

You took a step to him. “That’s not true. I like saying hello way more than goodbye,” you defended.

The neutral look on his face gave you no confidence to go on, so you rolled your eyes and continued to walk around the car. This would be harder than you expected, you thought.

“I was sleeping alone. I’ve slept alone for quite some time now,” he informed just as you were looking out of the window to the city.

“Look, Henry, I-,” you began again, but then henry cut you off.

“That day in New York those weeks ago, I should have plain and simply laid it out for you. I should have told you everything. I was with Francesca--.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t. I honestly don’t want to know.”

“But you need to know. There is no way you can begin to trust me or begin to let yourself gravitate to me the way you’re entire being wants until you know,” Henry slid out. Pressing your palm to your abdomen, you tried to slow the butterflies that began flitting.

“I was with Francesca for about two years. The whole time I knew she wanted a family in life. She was always vocal about her wanting to get married young and have kids. I knew, but I never paid attention to it. I was away filming something for a while, and when I came home one weekend, I caught her with someone else.”

Your eyes widened, hearing his words.

“turns out she was beginning a relationship with someone else, someone who she thought would lead to marriage and kids,” Henry added. His voice held steady, but you could imagine the pain going through those memories again.

“I’m sorry.”

Henry shook his head, “It’s not necessary. After a few months of her trying to make amends, I thought we’d try again.” He scoffed then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m a hopeless romantic. After months of trying, I knew it wouldn’t work, but I kept a relationship of sorts with her.”

You understood. They were bed buddies.

“I then met Abby, and what started as a fling developed into something more. Long story short, I got wind of a rumor she was using me for fame and money, so I distanced myself from her. after some time of her telling I had it all wrong, I decided it was easier keeping her around though my heart wasn’t in it. I wasn’t juggling them. I hadn’t slept with either of them in a long time. I just—I felt it was better to have someone who misses me and wants me than living the lonely actor life.”

His honesty had you frozen. When he began to explain, you hadn’t expected him to reveal so much. You expected a bare minimum explanation, but what you’d gotten revealed so much more about him. You felt bad.

“I guess allowing the attentions and affections to remain is just as bad as juggling them. I was playing with their hearts. I’m not proud of it.”

Henry dipped his head, showing he felt some shame for his actions.

“When I met you, I realized although I had these two women sort of vying for me, I was still lonely, but those moments we were together, I didn’t feel alone. I felt--,” he paused as if trying to find the right word. His hesitation made you look down.

You knew what you’d felt.

“When I met you, I felt someone I’d never felt before, something I don’t fully understand. I don’t know what that means, but I know I want to find out—with you.”

Finally, able to release the breath you held, you took another, then cleared your throat. “I’m not juggling two guys. I was dating two guys, but not sleeping with both. I was with Liam first, and we had an okay relationship. We were busy, never saw each other and when we did it wasn’t for long. He um—he got annoyed and broke up with me. He said I was impacting his work, and he needed to focus.”

You remembered how he’d said it too. He’d said it like you were the one to blame for the roles he’d gotten or hadn’t gotten.

“I was fine with it, and during those five months apart, I met Jesse. We worked together and had fun and began dating. It wasn't anything sexual. Then Liam comes back and wants to pick up where we left off. I told him about Jesse, and he was fine with it.”

The shock on Henry’s face almost made you laugh. Alicia and Amaya were also surprised they’d chosen that unconventional path. Amaya, of course, thought you should have kept it secret from both of them.

“One day, Jesse sees Liam and me out, and it pissed him off enough to end things. Three weeks later, I lay it out for both that I don’t want to choose, and I don’t want anything serious. They were both fine with it, and so it went on. Six months later, I decided I needed to be on my own to focus on work and me. They didn’t like the decision. They call and text me to try to—rekindle something.”

Henry scoffed, and you watched a soft smile tickle his lips.

“I haven’t physically seen either of them in weeks, now maybe months,” you finished.

Henry was quiet for a few seconds before he snorted.

“They were mad.”

“Angry?”

“No, mad, bonkers,” Henry clarified.

“Oh, crazy.”

“Yeah. To be okay to share you, be willing to do something like that. I couldn’t do that,” Henry informed, making you smile in the process.

“Well, men do crazy things.”

“I can attest to that, but I’d never do something that crazy. I can’t share what’s mine. I won’t.”

Your eyes locked, and your body swayed toward his. It was like he was metal and you a magnet. Everything in you wanted to be close to him. The more you tried to fight the pull, the harder it became to breathe. The harder it was to breathe, the dizzier you became.

“I—I—I—I,” you began before gulping the knot in your throat down that was making you speak in a raspy whisper. “I don’t—know what this is.”

Henry nodded.

“I am not used to not knowing and being out of control,” you continued.

“You feel less controlled too?”

You couldn't help but to nod. Once you did, Henry took a step to you. You took a step back.

“Hold on. I like control. I like control a lot. Anything that threatens that control is not for me.”

Henry’s eyes lowered but only for a moment before he was looking right back into yours.

“But—I really want to find out why you make me less controlled,” you finally admitted.

The uncertainty on his face spoke volumes. “What does that mean? Where does that leave this—us?”

You chewed your bottom lip; you realized how ill-prepared you’d been.

“Honestly, I didn’t think this meeting out that far. I only planned up to when you showed up. I’ve um—I’ve been winging it this whole time.”

His smile started small but spread wide in seconds; then, he laughed loudly.

“So you won’t mind me making a plan?”

Oh lord, you thought, feeling his alpha pop out. You bit your bottom lip again.

“What kind of plan?”

Henry closed the remaining space between you. Every step he took had you shaking even more.

“A plan that I’ve envisioned every night since brunch.”

Stopped in front of you and held you captivated by his gaze and the sheer dominating energy rolling off of him. The way he stood there taller than you made your mouth run dry.

“Jesus, you’re freakishly short,” Henry teased in his perfect Englishman voice.

Smiling, you shook your head. “I know, I debated wearing heels but didn’t—I wanted you to see me normal for someone reason I don’t under--.”

Henry’s sudden movement cut you off. He dipped down the entire foot he overshadowed you and lifted you into the air to hold you flush against his body. Then he lowered his lips to yours, taking and keeping control of an intensely passionate kiss. A kiss you hadn’t known you craved until it began, a kiss you were not prepared for. You moaned against his lips, and that moan triggered his. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you clung to him, and every sensation you were feeling and even new ones he was awakening within you.

Slowly, Henry pulled his lips from your, but he kept your body to his. You kept your eyes closed, relishing the lingering effects.

“You’re shaking,” Henry whispered.

“So are you.”

You opened your eyes and gazed into his as he slowly lowered you back to your feet.

“What else is part of your plan?”

Henry's smile spread across his face. “For me to carry out any other part of my plan would be completely rakish of me.”

His smile was adorable, but still intimidatingly sexy.

“I take it you’re not a rake.”

“Not in the least.”

“All right. So, alternate plan?”

He smiled again. “Still pretty rakish.”

With that, he brought his lips back to yours, but this time he didn’t pull back for several long minutes.

Though you knew people in high places, it didn’t mean you could keep the eye open all morning. After three trips around, the two of you got off then walked around London holding hands and eating ice cream. It was such a weird sensation allowing someone to hold your hand. It had been a long time since you’d ever wanted to. The entire time you laughed and talked about everything and nothing at the same time. One thing was clear; neither of you was in any rush for your time together to end.

But end, it had to. When Henry walked you back to your hotel, it was almost time for the sun to come up.

“Home safe and sound,” Henry joked.

“Yes, thanks to Superman.”

“No, no, I’m just the man. Henry Cavill.”

He held his hand out to you. Smiling, you rolled your eyes.

“Now is when we get to this?”

His goofy smile and shrug had your head skip a beat.

“Aliya Taylor,” you said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Mind if I call you Aliya or Liya, that's all a mouthful,” Henry teased.

Your laugh was loud, and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth, remembering what time it was.

“Yes, you can call me either. Can I call you Henners or Hank?”

“No. My friends call me that.”

“So, I’m not your friend?”

“If I have anything to say about it, which I do, then no. I don’t want you as a friend.” Henry replied, making you smile like a little girl at Christmas.

“Then what do you want me as?”

Your eyes lingered for a few seconds before Henry was pulling you closer to brush the back of his hand against your cheek.

“For now, I’ll settle for my girlfriend.”

The man was an expert at charm. You bit into your bottom lip and tried to stop smiling. “Girlfriend, wow. That’s a loaded title. What does it entail?”

“Well, for one, it entails being your true self with me, accepting my true self, being there for me when I need you, letting me be there for you when you need me or when I need you, allowing me to be your strength when you’re weak, your hope when you’re hopeless. Allowing me to grow with you, learn with you. Giving me your time and attention, enough of it so what we have can grow. Trusting me and letting me spoil you rotten.”

If he weren’t holding you against him, you would have fallen back.

“Is that all?”

Henry leaned closer kisses your cheek. “To begin.”

“And if I refused to be this girlfriend you speak of?”

“Then I’d just have to convince you,” Henry cooed.

“How?”

Right on que, Henry dipped his lips to yours. The second they touched, you moaned and held him close. Why resist when you could enjoy it, you thought. His tongue swirled with yours before he nibbled then sucked your bottom lip. When he pulled back, your eyes remained closed.

“I’m convinced.”

Henry pecked your lips once, then twice. “Good. Girlfriend.”

Your eyes locked again, and you forgot all common sense for what felt like an eternity.

“Eh-em—I have to be on a set in the morning.”

“Which is now,” Henry filled in.

Still hazed in the brain, you stuttered and smiled like a fool.

“Mm, did I stay out all night?”

“You did. I hope it was worth it.”

Smiling, you kissed his jaw. “We’ll see,” you whispered as you backed away from him, making your way to the door.

“Good morning, Henry.”

He smiled again, watching you disappear inside the hotel. As you walked to the elevator bank, you couldn’t stop smiling or stop the butterflies that had been flying all night in your stomach. As you stepped onto the elevator and watched the doors closed, you recognized the feeling you felt as happiness. It had been absent for a long time.

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Happenstance: Part Five

Story Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Some sexy talk and a tasteful photo of a butt. Also angst.

A/N: I don’t have much to say here... otherwise I’ll give things away. 😅I hope you guys enjoy and aren’t too frustrated 😅

Beta: As always, thank you to @avengeful-bunny for being my always AMAZING beta. You’re a saint.

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(Lizzy:) Hey, I just got the news about production! How are you feeling with it being shut down? Are you okay? 😔

(Henry:) I’m doing okay. Bummed, but I kind of saw it coming with so many other things shutting down including other productions. But everything is going to be pushed back including the season release, and I’m trying my best to not stress out about that.

(Henry:) How are you doing with it all?

(Lizzy:) I’m doing okay. I’m also kind of bummed because I, like you, love my job and I’m going to miss it. But getting my mom home was a little crazy. So many people were panicking and trying to get home as well and they weren’t letting everyone go, it was so weird and stressful. But I'm also worried because she flew on a plane 😪

(Henry:) I thought about that with your mom. Is she going to quarantine? Is that what they’re wanting people to do at this point? This is all SO crazy.

(Lizzy:) Yeah, and I don't think she has a choice honestly? My dad is so worried about her. There’s talk of him going to stay in a hotel while she quaratines so she’s more comfortable. He’s already staying in the spare bedroom while they figure all of that out.

(Henry:) That's really sweet of your dad. Your whole family just seems so kind.

(Lizzy:) My dad is honestly so amazing. No joke, he's the only reason I haven't dated too many jerks.

(Henry:) Why's that?

(Lizzy:) Because he has always been such a good example of how a man should treat a woman. He respects my mom. He treats her like she walks on air. You can tell how much he loves her, and in turn how much my mom loves him. If a guy didn't treat me well enough I dumped their ass. 🤷🏻‍♀️

(Henry:) Well then I am even more honored that you agreed to go out on a date with me. 🥰

(Lizzy:) Which isn't going to happen now 😭

(Henry:) I had an idea about that and something we could do instead.

(Lizzy:) Oh? Do tell. Telegrams? Owls? Romantic letters delivered by stage coaches? Should I send a handkerchief for you to keep as a token of my affection?

(Henry:) I like the idea of romantic letters. But instead of a handkerchief, will you send me a lock of your hair? 😂😂😂

(Henry:) No okay but seriously, do you want to have a phone call date? 😂

(Lizzy:) You want to call me and talk...to little ol’ me? Why sir, I’m flattered.

(Henry:) I do. Not to sound creepy, but I've been wanting to know what your voice sounds like.

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:)

(Lizzy:) I’m totally kidding 😂 I’m flattered because I kind of love your voice.

(Henry:) Is that so?

(Lizzy:) Uh, yeah. The video of you reading the beginning of The Last Wish? I just about fainted. I want to say I’m embarrassed, but I’m not 🤷🏻‍♀️

(Henry:) Well we don’t need you fainting on the phone with me.

(Lizzy:) Oh I know, it would be better in person if I fainted because then you could resuscitate me 😉

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) So, are you gonna do it?

(Henry:) Do what?

(Lizzy:) Call me, silly. 😉

INCOMING CALL: Henry 🤤🦸🏻‍♂️💪🏻💘

(Lizzy:) "Hi, Henry."

(Henry:) "Hi yourself.'

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god, you're such an idiot."

(Henry:) "An idiot, huh?"

(Lizzy:) "Yes an idiot, you heard me right."

(Henry:) "I have to admit, I was extremely nervous to call you."

(Lizzy:) "Well my heart is currently beating out of my chest if that makes you feel any better."

(Henry:) "Mine is, too. Fuck, haha."

(Lizzy:) "So, what do you think of my voice? Is it everything you hoped it would be?"

(Henry:) "You have a very soothing voice."

(Lizzy:) "Soothing? Soothing? Is that a normal adjective to use to describe a voice?"

(Henry:) “Is soothing not a good way to describe it?”

(Lizzy:) “I just usually get sexy or the occasional smoky...but I mean I guess I’ll take soothing?”

(Henry:) “And you say I’m a shit…”

(Lizzy:) “Yeah, but you like it.”

(Henry:) "Well you got me there. So, what are you up to now that we’ll be stuck at home for who knows how long?"

(Lizzy:) "Ugh, in all seriousness I’m just trying to give myself the motivation to get up and do something. I just don't have any. But now that I'm talking to you I'm going to stay snuggled up in my bed. What are you up to?"

(Henry:) "Well, on a normal day I would have woken up early and gone on a run with Kal. But my agent said that since the apocalypse has started I’m not allowed to. So instead I’ve just been puttering around the house, cleaning and what not. And then I had just stepped out of the shower when I was texted by this beautiful woman.”

(Lizzy:) "Someone else is texting you? I doubt she’s as cool as I am, haha. I should probably shower at some point today and wash my hair. But that just takes so much work."

(Henry:) “It takes work to shower? No, no. Showering is a reward."

(Lizzy:) "A reward, huh?"

(Henry:) "For me it is at least. Especially after a run or a workout session. Just getting to stand under hot water and let it beat on your sore muscles? It's the best reward."

(Lizzy:) "Uh huh, I'm going to just let you think that, haha. It just takes so much work, especially afterwards. Having long hair makes washing your hair a pain in the ass and I just don't want to take the time."

(Henry:) "Hey now, I had long hair for awhile. It wasn't that bad."

(Lizzy:) "Okay but how long it was at the end of Tudors doesn't count. It wasn't that long."

(Henry:) "No, I had hair longer than that when I was about 20."

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god, you did?! Hold on, I'm going to google it."

(Henry:) "No, no you don't need to-"

(Lizzy:) "Oh my GOD, Henry."

(Henry:) "I'm just not going to say ANYTHING."

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god, wait. You were in Tristan & Isolde?!"

(Henry:) "I was indeed. Have you seen it?"

(Lizzy:) "I have! That's why I'm shocked. I've watched it a few times and I had no idea. Although, I think the last movie I had watched with you in it at the time was The Count of Monte Cristo. And you only look slightly different in Tristan & Isolde."

(Henry:) “Haha, only slightly. But, back to our initial conversation, I believe in you. I believe that you can get out of bed and shower."

(Lizzy:) "I'm glad one of us does. I mean. I'm not going to now that we're talking but like, literally all I have to do is get out of bed and walk into the shower. I'm still naked. I haven’t even gotten out of bed or dressed for the day yet."

(Henry:) "Oh Lizzy, you really are trying to kill me."

(Lizzy:) "What? Me telling you I'm naked is going to kill you?"

(Henry:) "It's not you telling me, it's that I'm now picturing you naked."

(Lizzy:) "So, I’ve been thinking. I feel like it's only fair that since I've seen your ass, you should see mine. So, I have a photo I can send you that shows off my tush. If you want that is."

(Henry:) "I mean, it would put us on a level playing field, right? It's only fair, haha.”

(Lizzy:) “Mmhmm. It's one that Ash took one day when I was lounging by their pool."

(Henry:) "Do you lounge at pools naked, often Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Only theirs, now. Not since...the incident."

(Henry:) “Wait, what? What happened?”

(Lizzy:) “Well, I used to lounge naked by the beach but then I kept luring men to their death and the locals haven’t let me back since.”

(Henry:) “Oh my god, Lizzy, haha. I thought something had seriously happened, you scared me.”

(Lizzy:) “Oh yeah...sorry? Haha.”

(Henry:) "So...are you going to send the photo? Or should I watch by the window and wait for the post to come?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I can hear the shit eating grin on your face. Hold on."

(Henry:) "What would you like me to hold on to?"

(Lizzy:) "HENRY. Oh you're such a shit. Give me a second."

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(Lizzy:)

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(Lizzy:) "Did you get it?"

(Henry:) "Mmhmm."

(Lizzy:) "Well, now we're even.”

(Henry:) "So, if we went on our date I could have seen that in person? God Lizzy, haha, you're such a fucking tease.”

(Lizzy:) "Are you saying what I think you're saying? I thought you were a gentleman, Henry. Aren’t you not supposed to sleep with someone on the first date or something?"

(Henry:) "No, no, not what I meant, haha. I didn't mean seeing your bum naked. Because I am a gentleman, and I wouldn't press to do anything like that. I'm perfectly content seeing it clothed."

(Lizzy:) "I know you wouldn't."

(Henry:) "You do?"

(Lizzy:) "I don’t know, you seem like a gentleman to me. That's one of the things I really like about you.”

(Henry:) "Well I'm flattered."

(Lizzy:) "So, I have to ask.”

(Henry:) “And I just might have to answer.”

(Lizzy:) “Before when we were talking about showering earlier and you said that you had just gotten out of the shower does that mean you’re-"

(Henry:) "That I’m also naked? Yes."

(Lizzy:) “Is it bad that all I can do is giggle like a fucking school girl when you tell me that?”

(Henry:) "You're giggling because I told you I'm naked?"

(Lizzy:) "No, because I'm now picturing you naked."

(Henry:) "Looks like we're two naked peas in a pod then, huh?"

(Lizzy:) "I guess we are."

-pause-

(Lizzy:) "Henry?"

(Henry:) "Hmm?"

(Lizzy:) "I kind of love this."

(Henry:) "What? That we’re naked at the same time while we talk on the phone?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god, NO. That's not why. I just mean like, us talking. I was so nervous about you calling me but I feel like I'm just talking to an old friend."

(Henry:) "I was thinking the same thing. You're just so easy to talk to. I was worried that it wasn't going to be the same talking as texting, but it's honestly better."

(Lizzy:) "I think so, too. As much as I want to go on a date with you I'm kind of glad we did this first."

(Henry:) "I kind of am, too. I would have been a nervous wreck going straight to an in person date."

(Lizzy:) "Uh, same actually. But at the same time if we're this comfortable on the phone maybe that's a good sign?"

(Henry:) "That's a very good sign."

-pause-

(Henry:) "Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Hmm?"

(Henry:) "I have to admit something to you."

(Lizzy:) "Okay... what's up?"

(Henry:) "It almost scares me how much I like you."

(Lizzy:) "I completely feel the same way Henry."

(Henry:) “Well, that’s very good to hear. Once the quarantine is over I’m taking you out on a proper date.”

(Lizzy:) “So, I have to ask. What was your plan for our date?”

(Henry:) “Well I would come and pick you up at your apartment. I’d come and get you at your door, not wait in the car because that’s just rude.”

(Lizzy:) “I’m liking this already, go on please.”

(Henry:) “I would give you the flowers I got for you, because I would get you flowers, of course. You’d probably go to the kitchen to put them in a vase and I would sneakily look around your living room and try to take in as much as I can about your personality.”

(Lizzy:) “Can you tell much about a person from their home decor?”

(Henry:) “Oh, definitely. It’s always interesting to see what people find important enough to put on their walls, and whatnot.”

(Lizzy:) “If that’s the case you would find lots of nerdy things, house plants, and books.”

(Henry:) “House plants, huh?”

(Lizzy:) “Yep. I have like 50 of them. Somehow I keep them all alive.”

(Henry:) “I’d say that’s pretty impressive. Most people can’t keep one alive, let alone 50.”

(Lizzy:) “They’re all my babies. But enough about my plants, tell me more about this date you’d take me on.”

(Henry:) “Ah, yes. After you put the flowers in the vase we’d head down to the car. I’d open the door for you as you got in.”

(Lizzy:) “Aw, how chivalrous of you.”

(Henry:) “I try, haha. But then we’d go to dinner. I hadn’t decided where yet. What’s your favorite type of food?”

(Lizzy:) “Technically my favorite food is cereal but that doesn’t count. So I’d have to say Thai food.”

(Henry:) “Thai food? I like it. There’s a super good Thai place I know that we would go to. It’s small and quaint, perfect for a date.”

(Lizzy:) “This all sounds so lovely, Henry.”

(Henry:) “I would probably try to hold your hand across the table.”

(Lizzy:) “Well, I would let you.”

(Henry:) “I would love to take you on a stroll after, somewhere slightly romantic. I’d try to hold your hand again, test my luck.”

(Lizzy:) “Okay, so as much as I hate working out I love going on walks. I would go on evening walks more often if I wasn’t a woman. Also I would absolutely hold your hand, again.”

(Henry:) “I hate that you have to worry about that. I would love to go on evening walks with you when we’re both free.”

(Lizzy:) “I would love that a lot. God, I’m so glad this is all happening over the phone.”

(Henry:) “Why is that?”

(Lizzy:) “Because I can tell that my cheeks are bright red, and blushing around you would make me even more embarrassed.”

(Henry:) “And I know I’d find it absolutely adorable.”

(Lizzy:) “So, what would happen after our evening stroll?”

(Henry:) “Well, I would take you home and walk you to your door.”

(Lizzy:) “I would totally invite you in.”

(Henry:) “Would you?”

(Lizzy:) “I would. I probably won’t want the date to end. So I’d invite you in for some wine or something.”

(Henry:) “That sounds lovely.”

(Lizzy:) “We’d have to drink it out of mugs because those are the only cups I have. One day I’ll get wine glasses.”

(Henry:) “I honestly love the sound of that.”

(Lizzy:) “We could sit on my couch and sip wine and talk.”

(Henry:) “Just talk?”

(Lizzy:) “We’d see where the night takes us. But if you’re going to walk me to and from my door, holding my hand on a walk and then sipping wine with me on my couch? If you made any advances I would absolutely accept them.”

(Henry:) “So if I put my hand on your knee or tried to kiss you, you would let me?”

(Lizzy:) “100%. Can I tell you a secret now?”

(Henry:) “Of course, Lizzy.”

(Lizzy:) “I had a dream about you the other night.”

(Henry:) “Is that so? What happened in your dream?”

(Lizzy:) “Well, um, we did...things?”

(Henry:) “Oh come now, Lizzy. You can’t start being embarrassed all of a sudden when it comes to this. You sent me a photo of your bum earlier.”

(Lizzy:) “But that’s different from telling you we had sex in my dream.”

(Henry:) “Ahhh, there it is.”

(Lizzy:) “Oh hush, you. But yes, we had sex. It was well, great.”

(Henry:) “Just great? Is that a word people use to describe sex?”

(Lizzy:) “I need you to know that my eyes just rolled so far in the back of my head, haha. Fine. It was amazing, incredible, mind blowing! One of the most vivid and best sex dreams I’ve ever had ever. Is that better?”

(Henry:) “That’s much better. It’s good to know that even dream me is doing a proper job.”

(Lizzy:) “Oh trust me, dream you did an amazing job.”

(Henry:) “I won’t press, but god I want to know what happened in it.”

(Lizzy:) “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this...but, I woke up having an orgasm.”

(Henry:) “Oh, well then dream me did a very good job. I don’t know if I’ll ever live up to him.”

(Lizzy:) “Oh you are being such a mischievous shit right now, haha.”

(Henry:) “We both know you like it, Lizzy.”

(Lizzy:) “Haha, fine. You caught me. But I can’t lie, the dream made me even more excited about our date.”

-pause-

(Lizzy:) “Henry? Are you still there?”

(Henry:) “Yeah, I’m still here.”

(Lizzy:) “Is everything okay? You got quiet all of a sudden.”

(Henry:) “Sorry, I just, I dunno..”

(Lizzy:) “Did I say something wrong?”

(Henry:) “Is that why you were excited about our date? Because you just wanted to have sex with me?”

(Lizzy:) “What? No, no, no. That’s not what I meant Henry.”

(Henry:) “Are you sure? Because that’s what it sounded like.”

(Lizzy:) “I meant that I was just excited about seeing you in person finally, and getting to be face to face to talk. Where is this coming from Henry?”

(Henry:) “It’s just that I’ve been used before because of my fame. I’ve slept with a number of girls who only did so so that they could brag about the fact that they got to shag Superman. Too many girls have broken my heart because they didn’t want to be with me for just me, but for famous Henry Cavill. So I’m not about to let myself get as emotionally attached to you as I already am. Because if I were to find out that this girl that seems more than perfect to me only wanted to shag me…? I have to be overly cautious about that now. I’m sorry Lizzy, I can’t help it.”

(Lizzy:) “Do you really think I’m trying to just sleep with you because you’re Henry Cavill?”

(Henry:) “Lizzy, no it’s not that it’s that-”

(Lizzy:) “I mean, I’m sorry if I ever came across like that, I guess. I just figured with how much we’ve talked you would know that was never my only intention towards you. I genuinely really like you Henry, just like any other non famous person.

(Henry:) “It’s something I have to worry about no matter who I’m interested in. You haven’t been in my shoes before, Lizzy.”

(Lizzy:) “No, I haven’t. But I just- I’m sorry.”

-pause-

(Henry:) “Well, I have to go. I have a phone meeting with the higher ups for work soon.”

(Lizzy:) “Oh, okay. Uh, stay safe, Henry.”

(Henry:) “You, too Lizzy.”

-click-

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(Lizzy:) Henry, I just wanted to say again that I am so sorry I made you feel that way. I honestly really care about you, all of you, and I’m so upset at myself that I would ever make you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.

(Lizzy:) But also, you’re a grown man, Henry. You need to figure out if you really think that I’m in this thing, whatever this is between us, just so I can have sex with you. So, you do what you need to figure out where you stand on ‘us.’ When you do I’ll be here because you are worth waiting for, at least to me.

(Lizzy:)

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