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It was around 2:00 in the morning when your phone buzzed on the nightstand beside you, awaking you from your light slumber. "I can't sleep, can you come over?" It was a message from your boyfriend, Henry. A warm smile crossed your tired face as you responded "On my way."
You arrive at his sleepy home, carefully walking into the dark house as to not wake up his mother; though the more you think about it, her car is gone, so she must be be out doing some late night drinking, something Henry was all too aware about despite her not having a clue he had any knowledge of it.
Your fluffy slipper clad feet pad against the hard wood floors, as you quietly march up the stairs, a squeaking sound emitting from the tiresome boards. Once at Henry's door, you carefully grab the knob and turn it, walking into his comfortable space that is only illuminated by the pale moonlight swimming out from the window.
You notice immediately that something isn't quite right, sweat glistens over his collarbones and neck, chest heaving up and down heavily as the rest of his body lies beneath the dark covers. "Henry? Baby are you alright?" You say, closing his door behind you before you rush over to the bed; climbing onto the empty side and sitting on your heels as you gently push his hair back.
"I'm sorry, It just started to flare up and I couldn't stop it from happening before you got here." He says in a quaint voice, swallowing thickly before looking up to meet your worried gaze. You let out a soft, sympathetic laugh as you gently cup his soft cheeks in the palm of your hands. "Are you really apologizing for being in pain? You are something else, Pearl." You say, making a smile appear across his pink lips.
He doesn't understand, how just by looking at you and hearing your soft voice, it feels as if some of the pain subsides. You've always been a source of light for him in his dark world; when he wants to see the brightness of the sun, to feel the warmth on his skin and to have the rays greet him with a kiss, all he has to do is take one look you and he feels as if the sun has been right in front of him all along. He doesn't need it when he's with you.
"Yea I guess so, just didn't want you to see me like this." He says with a small laugh, shuffling a bit underneath the blanket. "I be right back." You say, leaving him curious as you hop off of the bed and walk to his bathroom, grabbing a wash rag from underneath the sink before drowning it in cold water; ringing it out and watching the excess water trickle down the drain.
You rush back into the room, assuming the same position as before, right beside his long figure. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop ok?" You say, as he realizes what you're about to do. He nods his heads softly, messy chestnut colored hair rustling against the back of his limp pillow as a smile crosses his lips, pointed upwards at the corners.
You gently bring the rag to his forehead, offering him instant relief. He sighs, feeling better already as you move it down his left cheek and then to his smooth, warm neck. Your motions are soft and easy as you carefully move over his chest, covering the pink scars on the firm area with the cool rag. He doesn't make a sound, or a movement, it actually feels better than he can describe.
The cold water soothes his burns, as well as your touch. He feels chills run down his arms and back as you pull the heavy covers down just a bit to run the rag over his soft and toned tummy, moving it across his hips and the indention of his V lines before moving up his sides where the ribs are fairly visible due.
"Better?" You ask, removing the rag and bunching it in your palms before tossing it in his dirty clothes basket beside the bed. He nods, reaching over to grab your hand in his much larger one that's rough at the nimble fingertips from working at the mechanics shop. His hands always give you a strange, indescribable sense of happiness in the pit of your stomach. Everything about him leaves you in awe nearly everyday.
"Much better." He says, sitting up and bringing his free hand to your cheek, before leaning in and closing the distance between your mouths. His lips are soft, softer than anything you've get felt, and plush. Your own free hand rests at his prominent collarbones, as your fingertips travel up his smooth neck; palm stopping at the nape so you can lightly twirl the soft strands of his hair that reside there.
He hums into the kiss, dragging his body closer to yours. You smile against his lips, departing your hand from his and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands cup your hips. "Henry, we need sleep." You say with a giggle, as he pulls you onto his lap and he rests his back against the head board. "Then stay." He says, both of you breaking away for a moment.
"Of course, as long as we actually sleep." You say with a knowing look, making a grin spread across his cheeks that reach his green eyes. "Ok ok fine, we still have all morning tomorrow though, I just want to lay here with you tonight anways." He says, an honest tone in his smooth voice as he looks up at you; fingertips trailing up your spine covered by one of his T shirts that you sleep in. Your heart feels like it's going to melt in your chest due to the man in front of you.
"I love you Henry pearl." You say to him, leaning in and pecking his plush lips once more as your hands rest at his broad shoulders. "I love you to y/n, more than you know." He replies back. The two of you do as planned, and settle under the warm covers. To ease him of any discomfort, you decide to become the big spoon.
You wrap your arms around his taut waist, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you place soft kisses to the skin. Your chest is pressed to his back and in this moment he feels pure contentment and adornment. "Goodnight y/n, sweet dreams." He says, as you both begin to fall into the arms of sleep.
"Goodnight Henry." You reply with a smile, slinging your leg over his much longer ones; making him feel even more comfortable and joyous. Neither of you ever sleep better or more soundly than when you are in each other's arms, that is the place you both feel happiest after all, and nothing will ever change that. You've found peace within one another, and neither of you would ever ask for anything ever again as long as you both had each other for the rest of your lives.
Hi! I hope you guys liked this Henry fluff, I luv him sm😭 let me know if you want more Henry! Also, are you guys ready for some more smut? Cause I MIGHT have something very exciting coming up soon 👀 love you all❤️-xx
