Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

8 Homeless

I looked up at him and in that short moment something flashed between us, Henry's eyes briefly travelled down my body, almost imperceptibly. Instantly I did not know what to do with myself and in a split second the moment was gone, so brief I questioned if it even happened. Henry cleared his throat and neared me, I looked down to the floor and watched as his feet came closer.

"Let me help you down from here," his voice low and gentle. Slowly, I gathered my courage to look up at him, trying my best to cover myself with what was left of my blouse though there really was no point, he had witnessed the exposed half of me long ago. 

"Um...." I looked up into his eyes with every bit of strength I had, trying to appear unaffected by the circumstances. His eyes were gentle and they danced between every feature of my face beautifully, causing me to flush no doubt. His lip curved into a light smile, so small but I caught it, "alright," I finally whispered and his smile for a second became more evident. How I hated that sinful smile, it scared me because I knew I could do crimes if he asked me while wearing that smile of his. 

I forced myself to brush off these thoughts as in that next moment Henry's hands found my waist, gently increasing their grip. My right arm took hold of his strong broad shoulder to steady myself, left arm limp from the pain hung at my side. Slowly I slid off the island. A moment passed. Another pause. Henry's arms were still on my waist; as I processed this information I looked up to find him staring down at me, "thank you," I whispered as his eyes burned into me like during the audition. 

Henry's eyes fell to my lips and it appeared like he wanted to speak but I would never know, as Dwight's footsteps coming down the stairs broke us apart and instead of being close we now had at least two meters between us, I turned to use the sink and washed the dried blood off myself where I could, mentally telling myself that nothing happened. It was all in your head Masha, you just imagined it! Get a grip!

"Here you go!" Dwight's voice brought me back.

I turned to him and smiled, "thank you!"

I turned away from them to take off my blouse and could see in the window reflection they did the same and turned away from me to give me privacy to put on the black button up Dwight had brought  for me. Finally, I was not flashing two random men anymore! 

"Thank you Dwight, my arm feels better already," I walked over to him and he smiled,

"My pleasure!"

"Come, we have to go to the police!" Henry's voice was stern, like he was a different person now, clearly I was right and nothing happened. 

I gave Dwight a small hug and thanked him again and soon Henry and I were off to the nearest police station.

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After an awfully long time at the station we were finally out, the only good thing that came out of it was they gave me some form to take to the Russian embassy to explain that I needed a new passport. I was exhausted. But my hell was not over, now that we stepped out onto the street it hit me, I've nowhere to go! I stood there as Henry walked to his car, quickly he realized I was no longer following him.

"What's wrong?" he asked and came up to me.

"Nothing, you should go on, thank you so much for everything!" I said trying to sound like all is good.

"Go without you? Why would I leave you here?" Henry asked like I'm an idiot.

"I've caused you enough trouble already! No need to worry about me," I say.

"I am not leaving you here, where can I take you, was it a hotel you were staying at or you have friends whom you can call perhaps?" He was not having it. 

I just looked up at him, I tried to come up with something in that moment but failed, could lie and tell him to take me back to the studio or maybe I should tell him to take to a train station (something many Russian people do if they are homeless), oh god, I'm homeless. Fuck.

"You've nowhere to go," His voice snapped me out of my thought process.

"Well... no..." I finally admit, "I was staying with a friend but she is away on business and the key to her apartment was in my purse. You know it's fine, I could just stay at the police station till the morning, I'm sure they won't mind! Thank you, good night," I mumble and try to walk back to the station. A moment later he's in front of me and I walk straight into him, like the good old times.

"Crazy girl, you're not staying at the station," he takes my hand and leads me to his car, the warmth from his hand radiates through me and I loose all thoughts. God this man will be the death of me. Next thing I know I am back in his car and he is driving again.

"Henry it's alright, just let me out, I do not want to be a nuisance!" I say.

"Shut up, ok!" he says simply and so I do, we drive in silence down the British empty late night streets to a place I do not know. 

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If you are curious about what this story was like from Henry's perspective then here you are;

His Sinful Pleasure:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/258924241-his-sinful-pleasure-a-henry-cavill-story