Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

9 Kal

We arrived at a house; lovely from the outside and just as homely within. As soon as Henry opened the door with his key and allowed me to enter a giant bear ran towards me and almost pushed me down to the ground.

"Kal, stop that, calm down," Henry spoke at the bear, who in fact was a dog. One of the cutest I have seen, I was already on the floor on my knees receiving his gentle kisses, instantly I felt as though nothing bad has happened and I've had no problems to worry about. The bear, or Kal would not stop as his owner bade him to; instead his slobber was all over me and I did not mind one bit, I hugged him as though I knew him for years. Gosh do I love dogs. I've always wanted one but my mother said we could scarcely afford ourselves let alone a dog so I made it my mission to pet any if ever I came across one. Kal was proving to be an angel. 

"Come on Kal," Henry's tone softened as he watched us with a smile, my eyes were watering because I felt relieved, animals are truly our saviors. As I hugged him I just knew he sensed the pain I've been through and it's as though he took it all away from me.

"Can I steal him?" I mumbled to Henry.

"I'd love to see you try," he responded, still smiling down at the two of us. Getting up, I brushed myself off and for a second forgot about the pain in my arm. 

"Come on in," Henry lead me through the halls of his home, Kal followed close behind me. Eventually, we came to a guest bedroom.

"Make yourself at home, I will get you a towel, you probably want to take a shower after everything!" Henry's voice was soft. I took in the sight of the lovely room. A moment later Henry returned with a fresh towel, tooth brush, and some of his home clothes, I took it all and smiled at him. 

"Come on Kal time to leave our guest alone for a bit!" Henry turned, trying his best to get Kal to follow.

"Henry!" I stop him, he looks up at me and my breath catches in my throat. Why was it so hard to speak these two words to this man. Just two words Masha; thank and you, you can do it... I realized in an instant that it was hard because I did not want to just say the two words but all of them; everything that was bubbling just below my surface, and with it all a big fat kiss. I wanted to kiss him to death in between the thank you! Henry looked at me patiently as though he sensed I was calculating my impure thoughts, but of course his phone rang interrupting our moment.

"Excuse me," He said and went to get it. I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. Of course I would never be kissing him but I must muster up the courage to thank him for all he's done, he saved my life, I'm not out on the street, and who knows what would have happened otherwise had he not been there. Brushing aside those horrid thoughts I went off to take a shower doing my best to not wet my injured arm too much. 

After my shower I got into the clothes he brought me; a large gray t-shirt which drowned me so I tied it in a knot at the waist and some sweat pants that luckily had a waist I could tie, however I had to roll them up because they of course were too long for my 5'3 self. I looked ridiculous but his clothes smelled of him, a scent so pure and right. Stop that, pull yourself together! I took a deep breath and went to find him, I needed a computer, had to think of my next move. How do I get out of this impossible situation? Eventually I found Henry in his living room on his phone with Kal on the couch just beside him and the TV on in the background. Kal perked up at the sight of me and let out a bark which roused Henry from his phone. Henry's eyes travelled me up and down and his lip curved into a slight smile on one side, more of a one sided cheeky smirk.

"My clothes look good on you," he said, instantly I felt my cheeks heat up. I forced myself to ignore his comment, like he said nothing.

"Henry, would you mind if I use your computer I just need to email my mother," I said confidently.

"Of course," he brought over a laptop for me. I sat down on the massive couch which must have been bigger than my bed back at home. Kal was already chilling on the floor at my feet and Henry was stirring in the kitchen. I emailed my mother telling her a half wit lie about not having internet and that I would email her when I can. I also looked up the embassy address, how to get there was going to be an issue but I would have to come up with a way tomorrow. Luckily if I could also somehow make it to the studio I would be able to pickup what little money Ruth owes me, hopefully she still likes me enough to give me my pay. Although my situation was bleak it could have somehow been worse, I told myself this as Henry brought over a cup of tea.

"I hope you like tea," he said.

"I do, thank you, Russian people like their tea as much as you British do," I say.

"Where in Russia are you from?" He asks.

"A small town two hours north of Moscow," I say, he looks at me and I set aside his laptop and pickup the cup of tea from the coffee table, Kal then takes it as an invitation to sit in my lap. 

"Kal, behave yourself, sorry about this but he really likes you!"

"And I like him," I answer, petting Kal gently.

"Your English is very good and your accent is very light," Henry noted.

"I am a translator by true profession. I studied English for a long time, so thank you, means a lot to hear that," I respond and look up into those stunning eyes. Instantly, I look away trying to appear nonchalant and sip my tea though I swear he can see right through me. 

"So how does a translator from Russia end up working in the wardrobe department of a London film studio?" he questions me with a bit of devilish smile, that smile that kills me most. I do not answer, just shrug and continue sipping my tea. Henry continues to stare right through me or so I sense. I know he knows I do not want to talk, but still he looks at me as though he knows his look alone can torture me into submission eventually. He's studying me, a long uncomfortable for me silence later I finally say it; but not the answer to his question,

"Thank you," I look up from my cup of tea which surprisingly does not shake from my desperate nerves.

"Whatever for?...It's nothing," Henry puts down his cup onto the coffee table, I do the same quickly.

"No Henry, it's not nothing," he looks up at me and we both freeze in a moment, time stops for that split second which feels like hours. 

"It's not nothing," I whisper again, "you saved my life."

Another moment, another eternity where neither of us speak, his eyes again examining every one of my features, jumping from one to the other slowly but expertly...

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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:

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