Henry Emily X Divorced! Reader
After divorcing William you show up on his former partner's doorstep to couch crash and confess your guilt only to find you crave Henry more than you thought you would.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Child murder, divorce, sex with your former husband's former best friend, drunk sex, struggles with depression, questionable parenting.
You stood nervously at Henry Emily's door, you parked your car a couple of blocks down, afraid that someone was following you, even if that someone likely wasn't.
You couldn't believe Henry was right. Damnit you were such an idiot to not believe him.
Being William's wife you had simply denied and broken ties when Henry suggested that your beloved William might be behind something as horrific as child murder. I mean you two had kids together! Will would never hurt a kid, he's too nice, too friendly, too... Will.
But you couldn't deny what you saw going behind the scenes of the pizzeria. Couldn't deny the smell of decay. Maybe Charlotte wasn't an accident... Maybe Elizabeth... You didn't want to think about it.
To Will's knowledge you split because of mental health issues.
You struggled in the past and well, they were flaring up again, you cited family, the incidents that had happened at the pizzeria. William believed you, said it was best.
You felt awful, leaving behind Vanessa and Michael, they could take care of themselves now but, still didn't make this easier.
Part of you deep down was terrified that he knew. That beneath his best wishes for you, he knew you knew his activities and was going to make you pay.
So you didn't tell him where you were going and choose to go to the only person you knew was safe.
You stood nervously at the door. Pitch black outside, the only light being streetlamps. Henry had every right to leave you outside. In hindsight, you were an awful friend, ditching him because he dared to tell you his honest thoughts. You knocked on that door and could feel yourself shaking. What would he do when he sees you? What will he even say? What will you say?
The door opened and you were greeted by the sight of Henry. He leaned against the door, offering a slight grin.
"Finally decided to come and check on me huh? What's the sudden visit for? Here to make arrangements for your husband? If that's the case just-"
"No, no nothing like- Me and Will aren't together anymore. You were right. You have every right to just kick me to the curb but, you're the only person I know right now, can I please...?"
You trailed off. Henry sighed and stepped aside, letting you inside his house. You muttered a thank you and sat down at his coffee table. The house was still cozy, every part of it had something out of order, unlike the Afton household, which was always put together and spotless. That perfection couldn't hide the cold though. Henry shut the door behind him, locking it.
He moved over to the keurig, the pot of coffee he already had out was still warm and he poured you a cup before grabbing creamer out of the fridge. All these years and he still remembered how to make your coffee. That was just Henry. Everything in this house seemed to be made with love. Well, almost everything.
He handed you the cup, normally coffee wouldn't mean this much but, it was different.
Henry sat across from you not exactly making eye contact.
"So, you and Will are split?"
He sat in stunned silence for a second.
"I never thought I'd see the day you weren't attached at the hip."
You sighed, taking a sip of your coffee he had made. You were dependent on William for a lot more than you wanted to admit. Finances, fixing anything of yours, pleasure... You regret it all now but, at the time you were plenty happy to let your husband take charge. Maybe you'd still be that happy had William not killed those poor children. You sighed and turned your head away from him, voice breathy.
"Yeah, well, I should've believed you all those years ago... I feel awful Hen."
"I'm not your priest darling, you don't gotta confess your sins to me."
You smiled. Henry always had a way of uplifting your spirits and making you smile.
"Well, you're the only one to tell, really..."
"What about your folks? You sure you can't go with them?"
You shook you head, looking down.
"William would predict that... I'm worried... I'm worried he'll come for me, ya know. Him or Michael... No one would predict us."
You saw another smile from Henry's face while he placed a hand on your free one. He hands were big, warm. They felt good over yours.
You matched Henry's smile.
"You're a lifesaver Henry, I... You're a good man."
You chuckled and put your hand that was previously on your mug over his,
"I should have always picked you over Will."
Henry was slightly taken aback after what you had said, he still took it light heartedly however, letting out a small laugh.
"And what do you mean by that?"
You looked down at the floor, embarrassed.
"Before Will told me he liked me, I actually found you quite attractive. But Will was sweeter then he is now and, I just couldn't bring myself to say no to him. He just had that charm about him, I think you knew it too."
Henry's smile grew, entertained by the conversation that had just started so much that he brought his hand that was previously on yours to lightly slap the table.
"Oh I sure did. But that was a long time ago now, I think we're both beyond that now, right? Whatever tension we had. We were young. Before any of us had the chance to fall from grace."
A small smile played on your lips and you looked down at the floor again.
A silence feel throughout the room, both of you reminiscing on better times.
You were young, weren't you? Letting loose in the 70s, you and Will did so much.
If you could go back you wonder what it would be like with Henry. What would it have been like to let loose with Henry?
"Do you want my bed? I don't exactly have a guestroom."
Maybe you won't have to turn back time.
"Oh Hen, I can't make you sleep on the couch."
He waved a hand dismissively,
"Don't worry about me darlin', I've done so plenty of times."
"Oh but Hen, I'd feel so bad..."
You both were silent for a second. Now you had wanted to do this with Henry, admittedly but you didn't think he'd say it outright.
"Not, not like- sorry my phrasing."
You giggled, it's like you were young again.
"Happens to the best of us, Henry. Not that I'd be opposed."
His eyebrow shot up. You really weren't opposed to him having sex with him? You, who had split with someone he was once partners with? I mean that would be wrong on several levels wouldn't it?
Henry let out an awkward chuckle.
"Oh, darling, I couldn't. It would be too strange, I mean-"
"I understand, that's reasonable honestly."
You could understand Henry's awkwardness, afterall you were essentially his best friend's wife. Still, that idea loomed over the two of you for the rest of the night—especially as you two began to drink some of that whiskey Henry had lying around—All you remember doing is sitting at the table giggling and telling stories before you two had moved to yhe couch because the chairs at the table were "hurting your ass." You're were face-to-face on the couch, maybe a bit to close to each other as well.
In your semi-drunk state you started to get a whole lot bolder. Your hands went on Henry's chest for some odd reason and he didn't seem opposed to this act.
"You—you have a really nice chest Hen... You're as strong as I remember."
You giggled and Henry put a hand on yours.
"God, you are so fucking drunk."
You lightly slapped his left cheek.
"Says you, we're both drunk Hen..."
"Maybe, but you're the on getting all touchy-feely on me."
"Oh come on... You're letting me do it... You ain't uncomfortable, are you?"
What started as your hand on his chest led to you straddling him.
Which lead to your face on his chest.
Which led to your grinding him.
Which led to you being picked up and spread out on his bed and your drunk asses putting your hands all over each other like the other would vanish if you two didn't do so.
Henry had you moaning in no time. Clothes off, grinding yourself against his jeans, only a half fallen off bra on as two of his fingers plunged into you. The moans that came out of you were indescribable, just as the pleasure you felt. You begged Henry to undress, as good as the rough texture of his jeans felt all you could think of was seeing that chest, and legs, and everything. Henry agreed and you eagerly watched as he took off his flannel shirt. You moved up to have your hands on his chest, kissing him. He slid a hand through your hair and ruffled it smiling at you.
You giggled and pushed Henry down on the bed, whispering in his ear:
You started undoing his jeans, rubbing him once you hit his boxers. You got a small moan from him. He was even prettier than you thought he would be without clothes. Once fully stripped you just had to stare at him. God he was beautiful. Just the sight of him made your core ache. An ache that was satisfied when he rolled a condom over his cock and slowly, being as gentle as could be, inserted his length into you. Henry was so gentle with you.
Every thrust met with his soft voice whispering, "Are you okay sweetheart?" "Do you feel good?" "I always wanted to make you feel good."
His sweetness and determination to go slow and savor the moment was so much different from Will. His kindness was so intoxicating you think it was why you came so early. Henry felt you clench around him and moan, planting your face into his chest and held you tight. He caressed your cheek with his right and lifted it up.
"Yeah, that was great Hen."
He started to pull out and you grabbed his shoulders.
"No, no, keep going please."
He chuckled and bit but still had concern in his eyes.
He laid down on you carefully as to not crush you under his weight, but enough to keep you pinned under him. He continued with his slow, careful thrusts which made you whine and moan with pleasure. You ran a hand through his hair and felt him finally reach his release. He groaned and began to slow down even more than before and stayed laid on you, panting.
"You still want to cum again right?"
"Yes please Hen, but only if-"
He pulled out and laid between your thighs. Both his thumbs went inside you and you squirmed away on instinct. It felt so good, yet you were so sensitive. He used the parts of his hand that weren't in you to hold down your thighs.
"Stat still for me, love. Makes it easier."
It likely wasn't long, but it felt like hours as Henry fingered you. He knew just the right pace, and just the right places to hit which had you seeing stars. You came, whispering praises to Henry as he licked your slick off his hands. He got up for a moment, leaving to the bathroom as you laid on his bed catching your breath.
Henry came back mintues later, a wet towel in his hand and his boxers back on. He used the wet towel to clean you off.
You nodded, and Henry carried you bridal-style into the bathroom, discarding the wet towel in a hamper and grabbing a larger one out of the closet. Once he was out of his boxers again, Henry got in the shower with you, cleaning you off in the warm water. Both of you were in there for a long time, tired, mostly wordless, and once you were both done, you dried off and lay in bed. Henry left shortly again to grab you a bottle of water, and upon returning held you tight in his arms. You two didn't talk for the rest of the night, wordlessly enjoying each other's presence, and eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. It was the first time in a long while you truly felt at peace, and you savored every moment of the night in Henry's arms.
You had found your new home.
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