Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 30: Driver Roll Up the Partition, Please

Days had passed since that night in the shower. Henry had a premier to attend, and he was bringing me as his date. This would be our first public event since we lost Oliver. I was nervous, but excited. This was a premier for a film he wasn't actually in—we were attending in support of Guy Ritchie's newest film. There would be a reception before and and party afterwards.

Henry's team were milling about our home, helping prepare us for public viewing. My hair and makeup were impeccable—the long curls hanging loose down my back, and a bright red staining my lips. I was sitting beside a mirror, in nothing but my lingerie—breasts pushed up nearly to my chin. After a few more finishing touches on my face, I would be squeezing myself into a sexy, red Valelntino cocktail dress.

Henry floated into the room in a navy blue, three piece suit—a white shirt beneath the jacket. The top few buttons of his shirt were unclasped, his chest hair peeking out. He leaned against the door frame and smiled mischievously at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled back at him. Jacqui, his hair and makeup artist, snorted at Henry.

"Go on now, let us finish up," she admonished him.

He playfully sneered at her, and then swiftly stepped into the room and kissed me on my lips, before hurriedly escaping to another room.

"Henry!" she shouted while we both laughed. He had smeared my lipstick—and was probably wearing some of it himself. I took it as an opportunity to take a deep drink of my champagne. She smiled at me and began to reapply the color to my lips.

"I'm going to make a call," Henry called out to us both, indicating that he was going to slip into his office and leave us alone.

I smiled at Jacqui. "He's a cheeky one," I laughed.

Soon after, I was standing in front of our full length mirror and smoothing my dress down against my body. It was bright red, and matched my lip color perfectly. The red satin halter dress was draped with matching tulle, the neckline plunging deep between my breasts. The skirt ended right above my knees and I finished the look with a pair of matching Louboutins. I couldn't remember ever looking this spectacular.

Henry found my eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he walked up behind me. "Good lord," he said softly, his smile wide and his eyes bright.

I winked at him, "Do you like it?"

He nodded slowly, "Oh, yes, very much."

Henry was dashing, as usual—but I looked incredible. For once, I was the showstopper in this couple.

"Are we ready to go?" I asked him, in the reflection.

He snaked his arm around my waist and pressed his body to my back, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I'm not ready, no," he said to me, a serious look in his eyes.

My eyes grew wide, and I waited for him to elaborate. The hand he clasped my waist with moved up the front of my dress, over my cleavage, and rested on my throat. He turned his lips to my neck and whispered, "I want you...so...bad..." while he kissed my exposed skin.

I laughed, "We're going to be late!" I tried to playfully push him away, but he wrapped his free arm around my waist, and tightened his grip on my throat. I grew warm and wet. He kissed my neck harder, causing me to moan loudly.

"See? You want it, too," he whispered, smiling into my neck.

I laughed, "You'll destroy my makeup! And Jacqui isn't here to fix me up!"

He continued to kiss my neck and began grinding into me from behind. "But, Babe..." he whispered.

"Please, Henry," I whispered back, smiling at him. "I look hot tonight, and I want to go out."