Summary: Henry goes out early morning for a run, but the pouring rain interrupts his jog and he comes back home frustrated and full of energy.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader (no mention of ethnicity or body type)
Words: 1200
Warnings: +18. Explicit sex scenes. Adult language.
A/N: I'm terrible nervous as this is my first english story and it's not my main language. I already published it in spanish. So, I hope it's not a complete mess...
Title: Breakfast
Early morning, around six, I heard the front door closing and his footsteps beginning their morning jog, heading into the forest. When it rains, he usually doesn't go for a run. But this time the rain surprised him in the middle of his training.
It's not a day to do anything. It started to rain torrentially a few minutes ago, and the wind shakes the windows of the old house; a wind that not even the leafy grove that surrounds the house can contain. I stretch out sleepily on the couch and reach for my phone on the coffee table to check the time. Henry should be here any minute.
It's cold in the house, and I wish I weren't alone. I light the fire in the fireplace, and I make myself a cup of coffee. Then, I go back to the armchair, wrap myself in the blanket and warm my hands with the ceramic mug.
Just as my lips are drinking the dark liquid, the front door opens and Henry appears drenched. He closes the door with his foot, takes off his sneakers and socks in annoyance, kicking them aside, and gives his hair a little shake. He strips off his shirt, completely wet, and my eyes travel down his chest, damp from the rain, lingering with particular delight on the dark hair that swirls, inviting. "Shit," he snorts through his lips, and I realize he still hasn't noticed my presence. I curl up under the blanket, like someone who is about to watch the best movie would do, and smile sheepishly as he removes his gray jogging pants. His body, wet, only covered by a pair of black boxers, is a sight to behold.
He bends down and picks up the things he just dropped on the floor. “Shit,” he mutters again, and I cover my mouth to keep from laughing…to no avail. He looks up, surprised.
-What are you doing awake?
-I couldn't go back to sleep.
-And what's so funny?
-I told you it was going to rain -I shrugged and went back to drinking my latte.
He tosses the wet clothes aside and walks over to me. I curl up under the blanket, still trying to keep from laughing at seeing him so upset about the rain. He walks toward me confidently, running his fingers through his wet hair, combing it back.
When he gets to the couch, he reaches out his hand and takes the mug from me, setting it on the small wooden table. He rests his hands on my sides, and he leans over me.
-And what's a little rain, right? -he shakes his head like a dog over me, dropping hundreds of drops of cold water.
-Henry, enough! -I try to stop him as I laugh. He grabs my arms to keep me from moving as he enjoys watching me writhe under him, trying to wriggle out of his attack.
My laughter takes away the credibility of my complaints. I stretch out a leg and brace my foot on his chest, trying to push him away. He stops and sits up, wrapping his huge hands around my ankles.
-Were you able to exercise? -I ask, and I can't help but bite my bottom lip as he starts massaging my ankles. I don't laugh anymore. Instead, a tingle runs through me and I shiver when I feel his erection under the black boxer shorts.
-Some…
-"Some" -I answer him, making fun of his serious tone.
-Let's just say I didn't exercise as much as I wanted to. And I still have a lot of energy.
Hee brings her mouth closer to my leg and nibbles at my ankle as her thumb traces circles on the arch of my foot. His hand grabs onto the blanket that covers me and yanks it off me.
I'm wearing one of his blue t-shirts.
-Take it off -he orders in a low, guttural whisper.
I sit on the edge of the couch and I take off the shirt without hesitation. His breast expands as he takes a deep breath, and his eyes narrow as he observes my naked body, covered only with a pair of white panties. I stretch my hand to reach for his member, but he grabs at my wrist, stopping me.
-No... -he sits down and forces me to sit on him. One of his hands is lost on my neck, caressing my hair; the other travels down my back to the bottom of my spine, rudely stroking- I don't want to play today.
I get up on my knees and push the white panties aside. Henry tugs on my hair, seeking access to my neck, almost desperately. My hand finds his member, erect under a silky blanket of warm skin, and I guide him to my wet entrance.
-Are you like this for me? -he asks with his lips on my neck, when he feels my wetness.
-Yes… -I whispered, barely letting the word out on an exhalation.
He tugs a little more on my hair, forcing me down on him. And that's what i do. I slide over him, burying him inside me, and my fingers dig into his shoulders. He releases my hair and his hands desperately caress my breasts.
-That's it -his lips encircle my nipple, his tongue entwining it devotedly.
I moan as I sink into him over and over again. I'm not soft, because I know that soft is not something Henry needs today. I move rhythmically, guided by his sounds, his growls, his heavy breathing.
He lowers his hands to my waist and his fierce grip almost hurts. I feel his fingers sinking into my flesh, and I know he's holding back. My hand goes down to my petals and I start touching myself, speeding up my orgasm. Henry leans back, his arms open wide over the back ot the couch, as if enjoying the show I'm putting on just for him.
I open my eyes slowly when I feel his fingers brush through my hair, brushing it away from my face.
I don't need much more to start feeling the wave of pleasure building slowly from the center of my gut. My fingers caressing my clit while Henry is naked, wet and surrendered beneath me is all it takes for my body to start convulsing in ecstasy, drawing him to his own release. Our moans merge and mingle in the silence around us, forming a wild melody that splits the morning in two.
-Shit -he says, smiling -What do you have to do today?"
-I do not know. They told me that it will rain all day, and I do pay attention to the forecast.
Soooooo I know we all talk about the heart eyes scene of 5x01:
But have we talked about this moment:
I know it's not what one would consider a heart eyes moment (especially when compared to the gif above) but that whole interaction, where Buck says "Hey" and Eddie looks up, that whole thing to me just says "Soft". I know he's just looking up at hearing Buck and maybe it's just me, but I feel like I see just a glimmer of soft Eddie Diaz here. Even just in this unremarkable moment, in the simplest little movements, we're still seeing that softness. Only when Buck continues to push past Eddie's obvious excuse do we see his hackles rise a bit and him getting defensive.
I just want more soft Eddie Diaz when it's just him and Buck. I don't think I'm asking for a lot. *looking at you Tim*
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