Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 11: Admissions and Airports

This was how this started. We met at a bar, a year after I had made a wish for him while I sat at the same bar. He was inexplicably drawn to me, and I couldn't keep away from him. Not only was he the physical embodiment of everything I ever wanted in a man, his demeanor and his virtues surprised me at every turn. I imagined that someone so genetically blessed couldn't possibly be without corruption. But  here he was, virtually incorruptible. All the things I had wished for.

But things get tricky here. The universe always returns to equilibrium.  In order to receive, you must also give.

I had received the gift of my life. But at some point, I knew I would have to pay the price.

That first week, we flew to LA and I accompanied him to dinners and meetings. I spent time learning to perfect my Telehealth persona, talking to patients in the comfort of his hotel suite. We made love every moment we could, staying in bed for long hours just to explore one another's bodies. I experienced sex in a way that I could not have fathomed. We both discovered our mutual appreciation of working out, and we would swim laps in the hotel's Olympic sized swimming pool before slipping into the weight room together. There were more pictures of us released on tabloid sites—I wasn't thrilled about that. I was not nearly as photogenic as he was. I had to confess to my daughter about my relationship. She was excited, confused, and annoyed by the entire situation. Her social media had been inundated with people asking her about her mother and her mother's new friend.

After that week, I couldn't bare the thought of being without him. We had spent every moment together since we had met at this point. He wanted to return to London and reunite with his dog and return to his home. While I felt like a teenager, I was an adult with responsibilities in Chicago.

He decided to return to Chicago with me. He asked to meet my son, and he wanted to take us to London with him.

"I've never introduced my son to...anyone I've ever dated," I told him. We were heading to my place from the airport in a Black Car. Henry had his hand resting on my inner thigh, and I nuzzled his neck.

"Should I not meet him?" he asked me. I heard a twinge of concern in his voice, but he let nothing on.

"I'd love for you to meet him," I told him, planting a kiss on his stubbled jaw. I felt him smile against my lips.

Be honest with him, Sarah.

"I've never introduced him to anyone because I haven't been involved in anything that I had considered serious..." I said to him, trailing off.

"Are we serious?" he asked me.

I pulled away from him to look him in the eyes. "I am serious, Henry. I've been with you every moment since we met. Are you...serious?"

He smiled and searched my eyes. "Yes, absolutely," he said finally.

I held his eye, "We've only just met," I whispered.

"Yes," he agreed. And then he said something uncharacteristic. "You feel it, don't you? It's magnetic." He rested his forehead on mine.

"I feel like Ive gotten to know you so well in such a short time," I began. "But I guess..." I paused trying to convey what I was feeling. Finally, I whispered, "I don't actually know how you feel about me."

His eyes widened, and he pulled away. He sucked in a breath and held me away from him, staring into my face. "You really don't know?" he asked, looking incredulous.

"It feels like..." I gasped.

"...like I've fallen in love with you?" he said quietly, searching my eyes for affirmation. My jaw dropped at his admission.

"That's what it feels like, yes," I whispered.

"It feels like that because that's what this is," he said. His eyes softened.  I was stunned.  Keeping his bright blue eyes on me, his sculpted lips parted slightly. The movement of his mouth distracted me from our conversation, and I found myself replaying his admission in my mind.

"...like I've fallen in love with you?"

Tears filled my eyes, and his face immediately softened. He moved his hands to my face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that began to stream down my face.

"Baby," I whispered through my tears. He pulled me close and kissed my lips, while I continued to cry. "I need you," I whispered. Henry kissed me again. My tears flowed openly.

He wiped at my face, searching my eyes. "Why are you crying?" he asked me.

I laughed at him, wiping my eyes. "Because we met about a week ago, but I'm so in love with you. And I feel insane," I said through the laughter.

He laughed with me. "I'm glad you're processing this quickly." He smiled widely at me, his eyes crinkling at their corners. "I am in love with you."

I laughed again, more tears flowing from my eyes. He laughed and wiped my eyes again. Our driver caught my eye in the rearview mirror, and through my tears, I gave him an embarrassed smile. He smiled back, and it was clear that he had been actively listening to our conversation.

As the Black Car pulled into my driveway, Henry wiped my face with his hands and planted his lush lips on my own.