#but Alys my darling I wish I knew your maiden name so I could tag you with instead

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*lies awake at night thinking about how important it is that Alys is always referred to as a girl not a woman because ultimately she’s still a child who was raised incredibly sheltered and is in a potentially volatile marriage whilst still completely naive of the world with very little understanding of what’s going on around her and at the end of the day it all comes down to remembering that “it’s not her fault her parents shoved her into a marriage to my father”, I don’t think Van Eck was mistreating her yet but I do think he’d been mistreating Marya for a long time before he sent her away and that he probably would have done so to Alys further down the line, remember “my father trusts himself first, Alys only so far” the emphasis on “only so far” is so important any emotion or care Van Eck feels towards anyone always has an expiration date*

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The marriage pact - Puppy kisses

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 10 | Part 11 Puppy kisses | Part 12 >

Disclaimer: none, just fluff

Author’s note: This is my 100th post! YASSSS!! I love you all so much my darling readers; puppy kisses and much love to you!  

Word count: 1.350

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Dear readers,

Do you remember your first kiss? I do. I was fourteen years old, it was late summer, life was simple and expectations were high. I was a dreamer and I had completely indulged myself in anything fantastical. Any rom-com available I had seen, any prince-saves-the-maiden story had been on my reading list and honestly; I thought I was ready.

Was I though? Apparently not really. At least not to get what I expected would be that picture perfect first kiss. Sure, it was a wonderful day, a date at the zoo, he was a year older than me and he would hold my hand the whole time. We’d eat small bites in the sandy dunes, the wind whipping in our hair. And then he’d lean over, just like in the movies. But, unlike in the movies, we weren’t quite prepared for the following; his hair getting stuck in my braces and..well..you may know that I was absolutely horrified, my cheeks tomato red and the whole moment terribly ruined due to my shaken nerves.

He brought me home, ever so galant, and there was that. I didn’t even want to try again when we said goodbye at my doorstep, because.. I was simply too embarrassed. In fact it took me a whole year before I’d even think about giving love, puppy love, another try. With the same boy, actually. And the more I now think about it, the sillier, but also sweeter the memory has become, all little annoyances and fears having faded to the background. And now all that lasts are those adorably sweet puppy kisses.

Did you have a nice first kiss dear readers?

An ever curiouser and curiouser,

Ali

IVF, IUI, at-home insemination or just some natural insemination after a “fun little night at the club”. Reproductive lawyers, medical safety, parental rights, sperm donor agreements. The terms were buzzing like a dark misty cloud of concern through my muddled brain, my tea long gone cold on my night stand and my legs getting painful from sitting crouched down on my bed for so long.

Somewhere I wished I could talk to my mom about this, to anyone about this, but I felt ashamed. So terribly ashamed. Why was something that seemed so natural and simple to everyone else, seem so terribly difficult (and expensive) to me. Pushing away my laptop I sighed, long legs finally getting a stretch as I pushed myself off the bed, my arms reaching above my head as if I were a large cat just waking up from a nice slumber.

Did you know a cat can have up to five litters a year? That’s so..many..babies. Ugh! ALI, cut it out! No more baby thoughts.

Sulking visibly, I walked over to my desk, looking out over the late afternoon sun, my mom working in the garden, dad’s feet sticking out from beneath a deep blue umbrella, shielding him from the October sun. Why was everything so damn hard? I sighed and let my eyes drift further, the Cavill house some 100 meters further up.

Would Henry be at home right now?

Henry, Henry, Henry. Was he too good to be true? Weren’t we just once more living this late-summer fantasy like we had quite a few times before. We had been boyfriend and girlfriend for more times than I could count on one hand, nearly two hands. And every time life got in the way. Would that happen again? I felt the melancholy in my heart grow, my eyes slipping back to a sheet of paper that was laying beneath my finger tips.

The pact.

Rainbow coloured and handwritten, both our names neatly placed on the bottom line, some first attempts at personal signatures scribbled beneath it. “In the case of neither one of us were to be married by the age 35 (thirty-five), we vow to marry each other. Signed. Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill. Alice Mary Taylor.”

How silly we..-

*BZZ BZZ*

I looked up from my thoughts, eyes roving towards my phone.

 Henry bear: Hey! Look out the window! ;)

And so I did, my eyes first looking back at my parents. Was he in our garden? Nope. On the road towards our house? Nope. And then I noticed something move behind the windows of his parents’ house. The attic. Where I knew he still had his room. Waving happily - which was really silly looking for a 38 year old man - he finally managed to attract my attention. I burst out in a fit of chuckles.

Oh Henry.

With mild exaggeration he blew me a few kisses, and like the old days I reached out for them, catching them and placing them carefully by my heart. Nothing much had truly changed, had it?

*BZZZ-BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ*

And now he was calling. Shaking my head in slight disbelief, an amused smile still stuck to my lips, I answered.

‘Hi.’ I grinned.

‘Hey.’ I could hear the smile in his voice, the timber much deeper and grown-up then it had been all those long years ago.

‘Whatcha doin’?’ I asked, my eyes looking back at him through his attic window.

‘Reading your blog actually.’

‘Are you now?’

‘And I can remember that kiss terribly well.’ He chuckled. I could see from the far distance that he was very amused, pearly whites shining in the afternoon sun. ‘Mhm.’ I hummed. Then he continued; ‘And just for your information; I truly didn’t hate it. If anything I loved you more for it.’

‘But.. I practically ran away.’

‘Maybe a little yes.’

‘Sorry about that Hen.’

‘It’s okay Ali. We have more than made for up it through the years.’

‘Hennn..’ I admonished, the humour dripping through my voice. He was right though. We had gotten pretty good at kissing..and everything else too. Oh Henry…

He hummed, pleased, then clicked his tongue. 

‘You were actually the first girl that gave me any kind of real attention. I mean, I was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to girls.’ 

‘I guess we both were a tad awkward in our teenage years..’ I agreed.

‘Or just well ahead of the crowd.’ He chuckled. 

‘Really though, what did it do to you, seeing your classmates hit on girls..and you know..succeed?’ 

‘I got super insecure, honestly. I mean, my first real kiss was outside a school dance and the girl was already running away before the snog was over...’

‘And then I practically ran away too..’ I sniffled. ‘Sorry Hen.’ 

‘Hahah..yea..poor me. But at least I knew you well. The kiss may have been a touch awkward, but I was crazy into you. I wanted more than just some physical affection. I wanted you.’ 

I felt my breath choke and without further ado, he continued; ‘I may have to confess that when I had to do my first on-screen kiss, with like an entire crew around and my nerves flaring up high..I thought of ..eh..gosh this is embarrassing...’ 

‘Our first kiss?’ I teased, trying to not let the butterflies take the overhand. Somehow I was glad we were so far apart. I could feel the cute giddiness of that first love between us all over again. Perhaps it was even love once more. 

Was I in love? 

‘I thought of you..yes. Though not of our first kiss. Or our second or third kiss. I eh..’ He looked straight at me, the long distance between us suddenly not feeling so far anymore. I could practically see the shimmer in those blue eyes. 

‘..Our first time?’ I gulped, remembering every gentle caress and eager cloth tug far too well. We had been 16 and 17. And where our first kiss might have been awkward, our first time? Heck. It still brought me tingles. 

‘Yes.’ He said huskily. 

Oh yes..tingles. I shifted slightly, squeezing my legs together almost involuntarily, breath choking, the phone line on both ends quiet except for deep, focused breaths. In..and..out..in..and..

‘Can I come over?’ He rasped. 

‘Yes please.’ I muttered, feeling those same darn butterflies flutter wildly through my belly. 

Was I in love? 

Good question. 

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Van Eck, preparing for his trial: But money still talks…?

Alys: … 😬

Van Eck, horrified: Don’t tell me the courts are actually lawful now!?