Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 7: Love Songs Ring Bright

"It's three o'clock."

That illustrious English accent floated through the air. I opened my eyes and found Henry lying across from me, his bare chest facing me, and my white quilt loosely covering  what I assumed was a still naked lower half of his body.  His blue eyes were bright, his perfect lips were curled into wide smile—the corners of his eyes crinkling. I caught a hint of his perfect white teeth. His curls were disheveled,  and a perfect picture of post-sex hair.

"Wow, we've been in bed all day," I realized. I pulled my sheet over my mouth to disguise any 3pm morning breath. I stretched my back as I peered over the sheet at him.

He's even more stunning in daylight.

"Shall I go make coffee?" I asked him. His smile widened.

"Sure," he responded.

I sat up and stretched again. "How do you take your coffee?" I asked him.

"I'll have it however you're taking yours."

I reached for my robe at the foot of my bed as I made my way to my feet. I pulled the navy blue robe over my shoulders and tied it closed. I turned to glance back at Henry to find him watching me with a curious smile on his lips. I winked at him and made my way to his bedside. Leaning over him, I landed a kiss on his cheek and slipped out of the room to make coffee.

"Hey, Siri, play 'In My Tree' playlist."

The sounds of Ella Mai's "Naked" started to fill the kitchen.

"Take away the big shirts, the tattoos, the sweatpants, and vans..."

I poured coffee beans into the grinder, singing along quietly.

"But what if I told you there's nothing I want more in this world?"

Pouring Irish cream into two mugs, I waited for the coffee to brew.

"...than somebody...who loves me naked...someone who never asks for love...but knows how to take it..."

I poured the fresh coffee over our Irish cream, humming along with the song, swaying to the sounds.

"Are you that somebody? Who sees a wall and breaks it?"

I made my way back to my bedroom, humming the song to myself. I handed Henry his coffee, "Here you go, babe."

"Thank you," he accepted the mug. Taking a deep sip, he raised an eyebrow, "Thats delicious."

"I know, right?" I smiled back at him, carefully nesting into a space in the bed beside him. "Well, today has been anything but routine," I said, taking a sip of my coffee.

He nodded in agreement. "Where shall we go to dinner?" he asked me.

I chuckled. This man was glossing over the elephant in the room. How was this famous man, drinking coffee in the nude in anonymity in my bedroom in the suburbs of Chicago?  "Um...are you running away and starting a new life with me?" I joked.

He laughed at the question and shook his head. "Perhaps I am today," he responded, shrugging.

I stayed quiet, realizing that this man was keeping tight lipped for a reason—that I didn't know...yet.

Live in the moment, girl...

"I'll take you anywhere you'd like to go," I let him know. "I'll gladly wine and dine you."

He laughed again, "I'm quite enjoying the role reversal."

"Is that what this is?" I asked, joking. "I thought I was just being obnoxious and aggressive." I looked at him, tilting my head to the side. "But really—are you okay? Are you ditching your responsibilities?"