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Rock the boat

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: In case anyone wondered; I just now crossed the 70k word mark on this story, so: yaay!

Lisa and Henry have taken a moment’s respite from their busy schedules to go on some well-earned holidays. 

Word count: 4.698

Disclaimer: fluff and smut

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This is part 16 of the Tea for Two story.

You can find the Masterlist here.

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I steadied my hands on either side of the small hallway as the boat rocked on heavy waves, my fingers tracing the mahogany woodwork before they reached the door to our cabin. Coming inside I was welcomed by a heady mix of our bodily scents. Henry’s musky scent mixed rather nicely with my herb-like perfume, and the slight traces of our past bedroom activities only made me crave more bedroom activities.

I glanced over at the pile of white linen sheets, arms and legs sticking out at either ends and couldn’t help but suppress a smile. Sweet bear. The soft early morning light rendered him the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.  

I wobbled to the bed, finding him still fast asleep, his head pressed face first into the white pillows. He had moved to the middle of the bed while I had gone out for a bathroom break, leaving almost no room for me to join back in. ‘Bear..’ I whispered, gently nudging him to move, while I took off my bath robe.

‘Mmmpff.’ He groaned. The boat rolled off another wave, making me lose my footing, my body inadvertently toppling over Henry’s drowsy frame. ‘Ieeks!’ I squeaked, a mixture of shock and amusement making my heart beat a touch faster. I quickly sat up, finding my naked legs now straddling the backs of Henry’s thick thighs, my hands at either sides of his broad back.

‘A bit early for wrestling no?’ His husky sleep-laced voice came out slightly muffled by the pillows. ‘Sorry..’ I whispered with a smile, climbing off of him and tugging his arm to try and make some room for myself. He chuckled, turning his head ever so slightly to give me a mischievous glance. ‘Well go on then.’ He challenged. I raised my eyebrows at him. ‘I’m cold. Lemme back in Hen!’ I pouted, making another half-arsed attempt to pull away his arm. ‘Mm-mmm,’ He shook his head ever so slightly, before wiggling his ass beneath the blankets, a broad smile arching his lips.

‘You are incorrigible!’ I laughed, patting him on his buttocks. The boat rocked again, making me jolt forward so I sat on all fours across Henry’s back. ‘Oophf. This storm.’ I muttered, deciding on a new tactic to get Henry to move. My eyes flew over his sleepy body. The tumble of his dark curls, his half-bared back, two arms the size of logs wrapped around his pillow. Nope, can’t possibly move them. I looked further down. Blankets. Blankets. And then. Feet. Ha! I reached out my hand and let the tips of my fingers gently graze over the soles of his feet.

Instantly he pulled up his feet, groaning in dismay. ‘Ohh..that works huh.’ I chuckled, moving up the blankets so I could tickle him again. ‘Mnoooo.’ He protested, quickly rolling us over and capturing me in below one of his arms. ‘Little minx.’ He whispered huskily in my ear. I chuckled, fully enjoying the way his warm arm now captured my small frame. I wrapped my arms around him as he lowered himself onto his forearms, his lips kissing the top of my head. ‘Mmmm you’re cold.’ He groaned, using one of his hands to pull up the blankets around us. ‘Oh now I’m allowed back underneath the blankets, huh?’ I laughed, letting one of my hands travel back to his side, tickling him just below the ribs. He jolted.

‘EY! Don’t!’ He gave me a playful pat on the thigh. ‘Or what..hmm?’ I giggled, letting my other hand also stroke ever so lightly over his ribs. His chest jerked away from my touch. ‘Two can play that game.’ He roared, climbing on top of me and fully caging me underneath his large body. His legs resting at either side of my hips, his hands placed next to my head, he peered down at me. He still looked ever bit as sleepy, but his eyes had gotten back to that stormy hue. Ready to devour me.

I wiggled enticingly before letting both my hands glide over his ribs again. He let out a pent up breath, his nostrils flaring as his eyes darkened further. ‘Naughty..’ he warned. I raised an eyebrow. ‘Well you wouldn’t let me get back in bed..’ I said sweetly, raking my nails over his abs, my hands halting just a little above his quickly growing erection. I pouted cutely at him as he forced himself to take deep slow breaths. I looked down, the blanket forming a little tent over our naked bodies, my eyes lazily gliding along the arrow of curls that led my gaze down his chest…down to…OOPH. I’ll never get used to how big this man is. My hands moved back up, grazing his ribs again ever so lightly, my eyes still trailing along his body.

It was all it took to bring him over the edge.

Henry’s hands moved with lightning speed, forcing my hands up above my head as he locked them beneath one of his hands, his other hand starting a merciless tickle assault on my body. I immediately started to jolt, screaming out laughing. ‘NOOO..NOO…hahahahah.. HEN! DON’T! We’ll wake the whole crew.’ I squirmed beneath him, my eyes pressed closed as I gasped for breaths between my giggles. 

‘Well you best be quiet then.’ He said huskily, his voice humming darkly in my ear. His fingers slowly traced down my ribs, to my belly, then further down. I squealed and jolted as his fingers trailed down, before finally moving to my folds, his thumb easily finding my nub and giving it an experimental twirl. 

‘Umphff..I can’t!’ I protested, my laughter husky and needy, my back arching up from the bed. 

Just then the boat rocked over another large wave, further enhancing the tingles that crept through my nerves. I felt my stomach flutter as the boat was lifted, offering us a second of weightlessness before the ocean sucked us back into its abyss, dropping several meters. Henry lost his balance, his body now pressing me into the bed a bit more as he steadied himself.

Our eyes met. His eyes dark and stormy, mine cheekily glinting. His breath steady and slow, mine erratic, an occasional chuckle escaping my lips.

I bit my lip as I felt his hand wander back towards my clit, his eyes quickly flitting down my body. The boat was rolling up another wave. Higher. Higher and ..higher. I could feel it in the way my stomach was curling up again. Ha. Perfect. Now let’s see who can wrestle. 

Henry was too occupied with visually caressing my body to even notice the little light bulb that popped up over my head, my bodyweight sneakily shifting in such a way I could topple him over.

And...

The boat crashed down again, making Henry lose his balance, again - fools never learn do they? - just long enough for me to pull a hand free and use the leverage to roll on top of him. 

Henry let out a surprised sigh as my body was now pressing him into the soft sheets, his eyes growing even darker as he instantly hooked his legs to anchor my legs to the bed. Ever the jiu jitsu master.

I wasn’t quite prepared for that and fell flat on his chest, a gasp escaping my lips as my lips were now pressed against his curly chest hair. I laughed and took a breath as Henry recaptured my hands, stretching them out on either side of us, his strength far superior to mine, rendering me completely at his mercy.

‘Let’s see if you can escape from that huh, little vixen.’ He whispered, his chest reverberating as his dark voice escaped his lips. He had such a delicious morning voice. Raspy, dark and deeply rumbling.

‘Maybe..’ I quirked, moving my head up ever so slightly so I could look up at his face. He raised a challenging eyebrow, making me chuckle. ‘Well then?’ He shifted his hips, pressing his very evident erection even harder against my belly. Skin touching skin. 

I smiled, bending back down and flitting out my tongue, its tip teasing small wet traces across his chest, until I reached his right nipple. I looked back up as I lowered my tongue again, daintily licking the little nub. He chuckled. ‘Mhm. That your tactic?’ He was not impressed. I grinned in turn, moving my mouth closer to his nipple, now letting my teeth join the dance.

Pearly whites dragged across his skin, the aching pink traces they left soothed by my wet hot tongue. And just like expected, Henry let out a soft moan. I hummed, taking it as a small victory, before repeating the steps on his other nipple, earning the same soft sound that escaped his lips. Good. I continued my administrations while my hips and belly started to roll and press in hard circular motions, offering his penis an agonising, but not satisfying pressure. Not enough pressure to get him off. But enough to get him hot and bothered.

His moans came out more insistent as his hands pulled my hands up to his face. He laid my hands on the tops of his shoulders as he took a few deep breaths, fully enjoying the way my body was pressing into his. Forgetting he was in fact holding me down, his hands started to travel down the plains of my back, mixing his caresses with nails that dragged softly over my sensitive skin. I felt goosebumps form as the ship once more was lifted high into the stormy skies, rendering us weightless for the slightest second before the world around us fell down again.

Henry used the moment to flip us over again, our bodies back in line as his lips crashed back onto mine, his erection eagerly pressing into the inside of my hip. His lips were soft and plush, whereas his unshaven beard was deliciously scruffy, burning my skin and lips before his lips would bring soothing remedy.

He groaned into the kisses, his hands hooking around my thighs to lift my legs, changing the angle of my hips. The boat started rising again and my heart fluttered, the air in my lungs running low as Henry had captured me in a most passionate kiss. His fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me closer and closer, the tip of his erection now brazenly touching my folds.

The ship floated in mid-air.

He pushed in.

I gasped.

Fuck!

We were pushed back down into the dark abyss as the wave disappeared beneath us, Henry’s body pressing itself harshly into me, his cock filling me whole. ‘GODS!’ I exclaimed, gasping as he bottomed out inside me in one fell stroke, the ship’s fall crashing him even heavier into me.

Henry let out a raspy sigh, pushing himself up his forearms again to relieve the pressure somewhat. His eyes met mine, a cheeky smile offering me a view of his shiny white teeth that glittered in the soft morning light.  

Slowly, ever so slowly, he started to roll his hips, his hip bone pushing against my clit just right, earning moan after moan from my swollen lips. His lips kept on assailing my face, kissing my jaw, nose, lips, ears, anything he could reach. That delicious burn. ‘Fuck Henry! Harder!’ I begged, wrapping my slender fingers around his ass to pull him into a new rhythm.

He gladly obliged, quickly working up into a punishing rhythm that filled our small cabin with keening moans and sweet nothings. Meanwhile the storm rolled on, our bodies being rocked back and forth on the towering waves. It wouldn’t be until lunch before we’d finally reach calmer waters.

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‘So..the captain won’t let us go ashore. Too big a chance another storm hits and we can’t get a proper place in this port to fully secure the yacht. But..some of the guests are going to play cards and have some fun. Shall we join them?’

I peered over at Henry from my book, the pages folded cruelly under my grasp as I had just reached an exciting chapter. ‘Sure.’ I shrugged, my eyes quickly moving back to the page. I could feel Henry’s smile as his gaze was now trailing over me. I knew it so well by now, I didn’t even need to see, to know what he was doing. The way his blue orbs were now unabashedly trailing from my toe nails, to my freshly shaven legs, to the hemline of my simple summer dress, up to my collar bone, before finally resting on my face, chuckling ever so slightly at the sight of my lips that always made this ‘cute pout’ while I was in pure focus.

‘Good book?’

‘Mhm,’ I nodded, not looking back up as I was now close to finishing the chapter.

‘Mhm?’ He chuckled, shifting closer to me and pressing a soft kiss on my cheek, his arm languidly wrapping around my shoulders.

‘Henn! I’m reading.’ I protested, trying to keep a poker face as he curled up his lips in an enticing smile, hovering just a mere inch from my face.

‘You’ve been reading all morning!’ He exclaimed, humour evident in his voice. I finally turned my face, looking him straight in the eye, before raising a careful eyebrow. ‘Is that what people call it these days. “Reading”? To me it was more something along the line of “rock the boat” amazing sex.’ I quirked my shoulders and, with a small smile playing on my lips, turned my attention back to the page.

‘It sure was.’ He agreed, pulling me slightly closer and allowing me to finish my chapter in peace.

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‘Oh, COME ON. You win again?! This game is rigged..I tell ya! So rigged!’ The burly Portuguese man stood up, downing his glass of whiskey while flitting his cards back on the table. The red-haired bombshell on the other side of the table shrugged, winking at her ..well..let’s call it..sugar daddy. The old man chuckled in earnest, his belly making the buttons of his neat white blouse struggle with every bellyshake.

He raised his hand, requesting the attention of the hostess, his sausagy fingers sparkling with large golden rings. ‘Dear. I think we could use another round. Neat scotch for me…’ He looked at the Portuguese man, who groaned. ‘Ah! Fine. Rum on the rocks.’ He plopped back down in his seat, offering me an unamused smile as he noticed my large grin. ‘Sorry.’ I chuckled. ‘Looks like we could use some other diversion. Any ideas?’ I looked over at the other table guests while pushing my cards back to the middle of the table.

It was a small, but diverse arrangement of guests.

Two Italian men, whom were more occupied with their fat cigars, their chest hair poking out of shimmery half-unbuttoned shirts, their greying hair slicked back. The red haired bombshell, her sun tanned skin contrasting heavily against the body hugging white dress that left no asset unseen. Her sugar daddy, bald, glistening in sweat and drinking hard liquor like a water deprived ox. The hot-headed Portuguese who was still sitting in his swimming shorts, his eyes hidden behind shades which was odd for the late hour (was he using drugs? it made me curious). And then there was me and Henry, Henry wearing a simple white shirt and light brown slacks, me a long pale blue summer dress.

The boat was drifting somewhere off the shores of Santa Cruz de Tenerife, the February night surprisingly warm at this longitude. We had been drinking and playing cards for some hours now and the group of rich, bored people had come loose a bit.

‘I have an idea. How about..I have never? Hmm?’ The red haired woman raised an eyebrow, stretching her hands out to collect the discarded play cards on the mahogany table.

‘Only if you begin my dear.’ One of the Italians smiled, his teeth biting back into his cigar, the tip burning deep orange as he inhaled.

‘Alright then. Rules are simple. Drink if you have done it…’ She licked her full lips, while her hands neatly stacked the cards, her brow slightly furrowing as she thought. ‘I have never…’ She looked at Henry. ‘..been a superhero.’ She smirked and tipped her glass. Henry smiled in acceptance of his faith, also raising his glass of whiskey to his lips. ‘Cheers.’ He rumbled.

‘Next.’ She smiled, letting out a sweet breath as the booze burned down her swan-like throat. Henry gave me a quick wink while he put his drink back down.

‘I have one!’ The Portuguese man interfered. ‘I have never…kissed …a man.’ He chuckled as the red haired woman let out a playful sigh. ‘Oh you. You gonn’ let us girls get drunk?’ She purred. He nodded, then moved his glass as well. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll gladly join you luvvies.’ I also took a drink.

‘I have never…’ One of the Italian men sat up, his eyes flitting over the fingers laying on the table as his lips turned into a grin. ‘…Been engaged.’ The red haired bombshell and her sugar daddy clinked their glasses, laughing, before tipping down another sip. The other Italian man also took a sip. Henry took a sip.

And I took a sip.

While lowering my glass I could feel his eyes burn. Fuck. I should have told him. I should have told him. I could have not taken that sip. But that’d be lying no? I felt a knot form in my stomach while the others were too occupied with a joke about very ugly, rich wives. I felt my hands get sweaty as I noticed Henry’s hand clench ever so slightly.

I moved back my chair, standing up.

‘If you’ll excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.’ I turned my lips into an uncomfortable half-smile before my feet quickly shuffled off the covered deck, moving to the side of the boat where the wind immediately started ripping at my free flowing hair. Not long after I saw him come near, all sounds of laughter lost in the wind. I couldn’t really manage to look him in the eye, my eyes instead looking down at his feet as they halted next to me. He folded his arms over the railing, letting his gaze fly over the dark night sky.

The sea was as restless as my fast beating heart, seagulls screeching in the loud wind. Why had I never told him? We stood there quietly while a silent tear rolled down my cheek.

‘I didn’t know that.’ He said finally, his jaw clenching. He wasn’t happy. I let out a soft sob, folding my arms protectively around my cold chest. ‘I’m sorry.’ I sniffed. ‘Are you…’ He clambered back up, raising to full height while his eyes quietly looked down on me. ‘Are you..still engaged?’ His voice was unsure, almost trembling. ‘What? No. No…’ I shook my head, as I finally looked back into his eyes. ‘Oh ..I’m so sorry Henry. I should have told you. I’m so stupid. I just…’ I took a shivery breath. ‘I didn’t want to ruin things. I wanted to wait for a good moment to tell you. But then weeks passed. Months passed…’ I let my fingers wrap around the railing, my knuckles turning white as I clenched down hard. ‘Tell me.’ He said, more harshly, his body turning fully towards me. Almost menacingly.

Fuck.

Oh..I didn’t want to ruin it. Why now. Fuck fuck fuck.

My lungs tightened uncomfortably as my foggy brain was trying to find the right words. This was not a fun story to tell on a fun holiday. And I didn’t want to face my demons. Not now. I looked down at my fingers, focusing on my breathing before finally cracking open my lips. I licked nervously, then started.

‘Uhm..I was..23 when I met him. A good sweet man. He was my first real love. The first one who really cared for me. Life was so easy going and love was so natural I thought “this is it”. He moved in with me. We had nice jobs. Two sweet cats. A nice house. Everything was…perfect. When I was 27 he..proposed. Which kind of caught me off-guard. But. I guess we were ready for that.’

I took a deep breath, seeing in the corner of my eye how Henry was fidgeting with his pockets. Had he expected I had tried to escape some bad fiancé by moving to LA? Maybe.

‘And then he woke up one night, coughing.. badly.’ I felt more tears burn, but I resisted the urge to let out a low wail. ‘He thought nothing much of it. Just a cough. Maybe this old injury he had. “No worries babe, it’s gonna be fine”.’ My eyesockets burned and I forced another deep breath into my tight lungs.

‘It wasn’t fine though. In just 24 hours this once strong beast of a man was swept of his feet. Lung cancer. Really bad lung cancer.’ I heard Henry take a deep breath, but continued, my eyes locked on my white knuckles as I kept trying to drain the life force out of the steel railing.

‘We tried it all. Every treatment available. Proven and experimental. Every time we’d have hope. He spoke of marriage. Begged me to wear that stupid ring. I hated wearing it. But for him..sure..I wore it.’ The tears finally broke through my barrier. ‘Gods..it was so awful. It was so painful.’ My voice cracked and within moments Henry forfeited all attempts to give me space, his large arms quickly pulling me into his chest. He remained quiet as I wet his shirt with my tears. ‘By the end..’ I sniffed. ‘He couldn’t walk, eat, breath on his own. Every time I’d leave the hospital I knew, that if I got back, there would be a little less of him left. OHH…’ I let out a soft wail as my fingers grasped the soft fabric of his shirt, anchoring myself. ‘We turned off the machines on what would have been our wedding day.’ My lip quivered as hot tears welted my cold cheeks, the wind still tugging fiercely at my hair, shielding my tear stained face from the world.

‘EY! You two? Want anotha drink?’ The sugar daddy called. Henry’s large body shielded me from him, so he couldn’t possibly know what was going on, my sobs drowned out by the loud wind. Henry turned his head ever so slightly, shaking his head. ’No..thanks..’ His voice sounded raw.

‘Come, let’s move somewhere more quiet.’ Henry’s words lingered in my ear as he gently guided me towards the other end of the yacht. The wind was more quiet here, my hair now slowly dancing as the wind licked at us. Henry kept an arm wrapped around me as our eyes peered out over the shimmering waves. Slowly but surely my breaths became more regular, my tears drying quietly on my cheeks as I kept my head pressed against his shoulder.

‘I’m sorry for not telling you.’ I breathed.

‘Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.’ He pressed a kiss on my temple, resting his face there for a moment. ’That’s an awful thing to experience. And I’m so sorry that you had to ..go through that.’

I nodded. ‘Now you know why I hate hospitals so badly.’ I sniffled, my lips curling in a hesitant smile.

He hummed, then was quiet for another moment.

‘..Is that..is that why you moved to LA?’ He was trying his best to keep control over his voice, but he obviously was emotional, the sound thick and unsure.

‘Yea..’ I nodded against his shoulder, my watery eyes now gazing at the waves that slowly rocked the ship.

‘If he didn’t die..we would have never met.’ His voice was heavy and drawn out, the weight of his words making me shiver. I leaned back to look at him. His lips were drawn into a thin line, his eyes dark and brooding as he peered at the vast black canvas that stretched out across the sky.  

‘Moving to LA was one of the better decisions I have made in my life.’ I smiled gently, tenderly grazing my fingertips over his clenched jaw. He finally broke his gaze, his eyes returning to mine.

‘Do you still think of him?’ He was sincerely curious, his jaw unclenching.

‘Sometimes.’ I moved my head back to his shoulder, looking back at the water.

‘Sometimes, but not a lot.’ I nodded softly, letting my hand trail over his abs.

‘And you engaged…that was Ellen right?’

‘Yea. Ellen. She was MY first real love.’ He smiled into my hair, laying another kiss there. ‘But we quickly grew apart. I got bigger movie roles, her career was taking her everywhere and we barely spent any time together still. I thought I just had to prove I was committed. That it would fix us. Well..I was young and foolish to think such a thing.’ He chuckled softly. ‘I proposed, but within months it became clear we just weren’t ..compatible anymore.’ He pulled me closer, his hot breath heating my cheek.

‘Do you still think of her sometimes?’

‘Rarely. But we’re on friendly terms. So no trauma or anything.’

The ship rocked over a large wave as we stood there in silence, his arms wrapped around me, my arms on the railing.

Two feet popped up from the deck above us. I looked up. Female feet, old feet, rhythmically swinging on an invisible tune.

‘Michael! No! Not here. People can see us!’ Her voice chirped in the wind.

‘Oh darling. Everyone’s inside. Duntcha worry. Besides they all drunk, love. Come on then. Like the old days…’  A low male voice sounded.

‘The old couple.’ I gasped, turning around to look at Henry. He raised a finger, ushering me to stay quiet, a smile playing on his lips. I giggled quietly, turning around completely and wrapping my arms around his waist. We listened at the couple as they were OBVIOUSLY doing something naughty.

‘MICHAEL YOU HORNDOG!’ The woman squealed.

‘BIRDYY COME ON…’ The man begged.

I couldn’t help but let out a loud chuckle.

Henry quickly folded his hand over my mouth, but it was too late.

‘Stop stop! Someone’s below. Let’s..let’s go.’ The woman tutted, the sound of a buckle clanging. Pulling pants back on?

Henry and I looked at each other, his hand still wrapped around my mouth. His lips were curled in a wide smile. We waited quietly until we guessed the couple to have left.

‘Well at least they manage to keep the action going.’ He shrugged, chuckling and lowering his hand, letting his hand drift down to my ample bossom and giving a squeeze.

‘HENRY YOU HORNDOG!’ I teased, earning a hearty laugh from him. A laugh that turned into a caring, thoughtful smile.

‘Oh my dear. I’m so incredibly sorry you had to go through all that. I cannot imagine the pain and fear. And I will ..do my very best to live a long and healthy life..so you’ll never have to go through that again.’ He cupped my cheek, looking tenderly into my eyes. ‘I promise.’

I smiled, stretching out to kiss him, then bent back ever so slightly. ‘Said the man who does his own stunts.’

His brow furrowed, thinking. ’I can stop that..if you don’t like it. I will..’

‘No silly. It’s fine. I know how well everything is measured out and tested. And I know you LOVE doing that. Your own stunts I mean. And I feel like you can’t let one bad experience stop you from enjoying the rest of your life.’ I nuzzled his hairy chin, smiling languidly.

‘Okay. But you will tell me if you change your mind, yes?’

‘Yes yes. I love you dear bear. And I’m so very sorry for not telling you this. I should have told you..’

‘And so you did.’ He smiled, pressing another kiss against my lips. ‘Birdy.’ He cooed, chuckling. I rolled my eyes, poking him in the chest. ‘Horndog.’  

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