Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 31: Public Displays of Affection-YOU?

Flashbulbs and shouting—this was something I had gotten used to since I had met Henry. He was so sought after, that paparazzi was just a part of my day to day life.

We had exited the SUV and entered a staging area that we were able to adjust ourselves in before we walked the premier's red carpet. I was love-stoned after our tryst. My knees had only stopped shaking a few moments ago. 

"Can you tell?" I whispered to him, as some of Henry's team smoothed his jacket and adjusted his hair. Though I had gripped on to his hair so tightly, he didn't look the slightest bit out of place.

"Tell what?" he asked me, smoothing my dress down, his hand resting on my bottom.

"That you've just made me cum," I whispered to him, through a wide smile.

He grinned at me. "Yes, I can tell. I don't know if anyone else will figure it out, though," he said, shrugging.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "I'm going to have to get you back for this," I told him, hooking my arm in his. We moved to the edge of the staging area and emerged on the red carpet.

"Henry! Henry!"

The shouting began. He gripped on to my waist, occasionally grazing his hands across my bottom. I shot him sexy smiles, knowing that he was touching me like this with the purpose of keeping me excited.

He nuzzled my ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight."

I smiled widely at the cameras, trying to maintain composure. "Don't threaten me with a good time," I responded through my smile.

"Sarah! Sarah!"

The photographers yelled for me to be photographed without Henry. I didn't mind—I knew everyone wanted to look at him and the studios wanted more current pictures of him out there. I was surprised when they asked me to pose.

"Oh, okay," I muttered as I smiled for the photos. Henry watched me pose with a satisfied and amused look on his face. He swooped in, his hand on my bottom again, and led me down the red carpet towards the theater doors.

"You're being naughty today," I whispered to him. He laughed.

"I am," he agreed. "What are you going to do about it?" he challenged me, grinning. He squeezed my rump.

"Henry! Sarah!"

We both turned around to the sight of a pretty, young blond clutching on to a camera. She stood on the red carpet, and was dressed in a sharp, black jumpsuit.

Taylor.

I froze. Henry began leading me towards her. I reluctantly walked with him, not wanting to behave bizarrely in front of the press.

"Hello," Henry said, letting me go and reaching to give her a quick hug. Taylor's eyes were locked on to my own as she peered at me over their embrace. I staggered forward and embraced her as well, noticing Henry's perplexed face over Taylor's shoulder.

He doesn't know who she is...

"Will you be at the after party?" she asked me, while she was still pulled close to me.

"Um...yes," I said, hesitating.

"Can we catch up then?" she asked me, her big, brown doe eyes meeting my own.

"Of course," I responded quickly.

We nodded goodbyes, and Henry led me into the theatre. He didn't say anything for a few moments, piecing it together.

"The photographer?" he asked me, coolly.

I nodded, watching his expression as we walked through the crowd. He nodded, making no indication of his feelings.