Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 6: Love Me Two Times, Baby...Love Me Twice Today

I awoke to bright sunlight pouring in between the edges of my dark red curtains. My body was deliciously sore, and my mind was filled with the endless loop of his eyes, his mouth, and my name on his lips.

My eyes fluttered open, and my eyelashes grazed against his chest. I had had my face buried in his chest, and he had his arms wrapped around me. The sun poured across his gorgeous face. His mouth was slightly open and he snored softly. I nuzzled him closer, and closed my eyes tightly. The warmth of his naked body beneath my blankets radiated on me.

I couldn't help but smile. I felt like I was in a dream. I wanted to watch him sleep. I imagined him telling me he loved me, as he held me there with the sun shining on our naked bodies.

Slow down...

"Good morning," he said in his illustrious accent. I immediately grew warm and wet from the sound.

"Morning," I answered, smiling widely into his chest. He tightened his arms around me. I pressed my lips to his chest, with a small kiss. He made a low, appreciative grumble at the gesture.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

"Worse for wear," I laughed, adding another kiss to his chest. His low grumble responded to me again and he squeezed me.

He's hard...

I tried to push that thought out of my head, which naturally made me want him.

"Were you pissed last night?" he asked me, surprised.

"A little," I confessed.

Drunk enough to have unprotected sex with a man you just met a few hours earlier. And he came inside...

"I hadn't realized," he said quietly.

I wondered if I was hearing regret in his voice. Did he think that I was too drunk to make decisions? Was he too drunk to have made the choices he made last night?

"Weren't you?" I asked him.

"I sobered up on the car ride here," he admitted. "Likely when you told me you were a doctor," he said, kissing the top of my head.

"Here you thought you were just going to bed another bartender," I laughed, planting another kiss on his chest. He squeezed me again in appreciation.

"Another?" he laughed. "You think I go 'round, shagging bartenders on my nights off?"

I laughed, too, kissing his chest again, this time my lips lingered and I swept my hands across him. I nuzzled closer to him.

Just then, my home phone rang. I was the only person I knew who still had a landline. Often, I forgot I even had one, but my phone was god-knows-where, so my calls must have been getting forwarded to my home phone.

"Uh oh," I said. I escaped his grasp and rolled across the king sized bed to reach for the phone on my nightstand. "Hello?" I answered, grabbing it on the third ring.

"Hey, Mom. Where have you been? I've been texting you and you haven't answered." It was my daughter, Emily, in Boston.

"Hey, dahling," I said. "Mommy worked last night, I've been sleeping. How are you? Is everything okay?"

I could tell she was suspicious. My daughter was constantly keeping tabs on me. She phoned me multiple times everyday and filled me in on every mundane detail of her day. If I didn't respond to her immediately, she worried.  "Sleeping? It's 1pm," she retorted, skeptical. "What did you do last night?"

"I was up late, chatting with the guys from work," I told her neatly.

She hesitated, "Guys from the office or from Braxie's?"