It had been a long while since your husband Henry was here at home. Five months to be exact. He was on a long trip shooting for a movie that was being shot very far from where you two had lived. You missed him dearly every day. The way his blue-green eyes would stare into yours so as to capture every moment with you, and the way he liked to hold every single part of you at night, tangled like two vines up a tree. You would even cry sometimes because of how much you missed him, but he never forgot to call. He never forgot to tell you every night how much he loved you. Fortunately, you had received a call last night that he would be coming home today, and you eagerly waited for that time. You decided you would surprise him with a present. But as soon as your hand made contact with the round cold metal knob, the door began to come toward you. Your mind hadn't let you understand just yet what was causing the door to open. So you looked around standing still, wondering what could be the mysterious force moving the door. Until you looked up and saw the face of the man you fell in love with over five years ago. And you still hadn't moved even though you now knew what was moving the door and then realizing that it was your husband. He smiled. Again his piercing eyes dazzled upon seeing you. His pearly whites hypnotizing you as they did all the time, and the slight rise of his shoulders every time he inhaled and exhaled. You took in all these features of him before swinging your arms around his seemingly broad neck and having to slightly raise off the ground to get to that position because of his height. His tight muscular arms wrapped around you and pulled you in like a corset and you couldn't believe that he was finally with you again. "I missed you so much y/n." And you did too. He doesn't know just how hard it was for you those few months. "Henry I missed you too." He nodded. "So why did you come back so early? You had another two months to go." You were glad he was there but you wondered. "I had to get back to you as soon as possible so that you knew I didn't forget you over there." He smiled, and your heart fluttered. "Also filming was wrapping up and they had my stunt doubles do the rest of the work." The smile planted on your face increased by the second and you couldn't help but cover it with something to stop you. And what you chose to use was Henry's lips. And finally, you were whole again. And you felt his air escape his lungs and flow into yours. You didn't let go of the grasp you had on the back of his suit jacket as you raised further up to get a more in-depth feel of his lips, his presence. The arms that once held you so tightly to his body now were bending, allowing his hands to cup your face and trace your jaw with his thumbs. You stole this moment and locked it away into the deepest part of your heart. You were finally reunited, and it felt so good.
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Henry Cavill Imagines (y/n)
FanfictionThis is a book filled with imagines of Henry Cavill as Himself, Clark Kent, Superman, and much more. This will also be a *Y/N* book so you loves can imagine yourself with the oh so beautiful it's illegal Henry Cavill. ENJOY!