Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 10: The Next Rash Decision

We ended up sitting in a cozy booth in the corner of The Underground. It was early for people watching, but the music was great. The DJ was spinning a hip hop mix and I was feeling it.

I put my lips to his ear, "Thank you for a lovely evening."

He smiled, turning to face me, his nose brushing mine. "Thank you, Sarah." He kissed my lips, sweetly, moving his hand to my face.  He had been sipping on a Corona, while I had finished my second vodka soda. I was drunk again—sober enough to be physically functional, drunk enough to be foolish near this man.

The cocktail server approached our table. "Do you want another round?" she asked us. She was a tiny Latina girl covered in tattoos with a shock of a pink bob.

"Yes, please. And shots!" I told her, slurring my words a bit. Henry smiled at me, showing two rows of perfect teeth. He was amused by my state.

"Malört?" she asked me. I nodded excitedly.

"And one for you, babe," I told her. She smiled and bounced away.

"How long are you in town, Henry?" I asked him, my lips pressed to his ear, one leg draped over his thigh. His hand rested on my inner thigh, his fingers grazing the skin above my stocking. I watched his mouth as he responded.

"I'm to go to LA tomorrow," he told me. My heart sank.

"Oh," I responded, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was. "How long will you be there?"

"A week," he told me. He pressed his lips to my ear, "You should join me," he said, his voice breathy and hot in my ear.

My face flushed and my body grew warm. Those words seeped into my brain and began to dismantle all of my higher reasoning. Of course I'd like to go with him. I'd like to follow him to ends of the earth at this point.

"I am seeing clients all week. And I'm helping out at Braxie's," I said, grudgingly, remembering my mortal responsibilities. "Should I bring you home at a reasonable hour tonight?"

"That's probably good thinking," he answered. He caught my eye, and I realized he was being coy, giving me a slow, sexy smile. I grinned back at him.

"Excuse me?" someone called out to us. We both looked over.

A small group of young girls approached our table. They were probably in their early twenties—very chic, pretty young girls dressed in sexy club attire.

"Are you Henry Cavill?" one of them asked Henry.  She was blond, wide-eyed, slim and very pretty.

He smiled shyly at them. "Yes," he answered. They started giggling and pulling their phones out.

"Is it okay..?" one of them asked him. He nodded and smiled graciously.

"Hey, let me help," I told the group. I slid out of the booth and began to direct the girls on where to sit and stand around Henry. Coaxing them to sit up straight and look their best, I took a few pictures of their group with my date.

"Thank you!" each of them told us both as they slid out of the booth and waved goodbye to us.

"That was very gracious of you," he said to me as I climbed back into the booth beside him.

"Of course. Those girls are nearly the same age as my daughter. They were sweet," I told him, shrugging. "They just want to show their friends that they met you. It's all very innocent." I paused and laughed, "I, on the other hand, did not have innocent intentions when I met you."

He raised an eyebrow at me, and smirked. "Is that so? What were your intentions?"

I narrowed my eyes, and gave him a sexy smile. "When I laid my eyes on you, I wanted to lick your entire body." We both laughed. "I didn't realize who you were. I just knew I had to see you again."