Summary: Mia had been working hard to get to where she is now . She was hired for every kind of photo-shoot . Either that was personal , travel magazines and even movies . She had her life figured out . Thatâs until she gets hired as the photography director in The Witcher.
Pairing : Henry Cavill x OFC
A/N: I Decided halfway to change the way I wrote this chapter so from third person weâre going back to first, so donât get confused. So this is the last chapter, I know itâs been taking me ages to update. But for the next one Iâm planning to actually have the story finished yet before I start uploading it. Also please donât hate me. Youâll realise why.Â
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                 *Warning: detailed injury, blood.
Mia and Henry had already carried all her cameras in the studio. So she put her earphones on and blasted some Queens Of The Stone Age. The slight evening breeze brought the delicious fresh bread smell towards her way, and that's when she knew she had to get something to eat. She still had two hours until the appointment, so she quickly went to the bakery just a block down. The smell was growing more robust, the closer she got. She reached a rather sketchy alleyway, but the bakery was easily spotted. The building must've been at least a hundred years old, and the metallic sign could barely be seen behind the moss covering it. Mia pushed open the dark oak door, and all the smells hit her at once. Intoxicated by the aromas, she got startled by a woman's voice.
"Hey there love, what can I get for you?" Her voice excited, as if Mia was the first customer she had seen all day.
"You must be doing something right, cause I smelled those pastries from a block away." Mia chuckled as she gave the middle-aged baker a warm smile.
"If only everyone else thought like you." Her tone slightly disappointed, but her smile never faded. She wiped her hands on her apron and reached closer to the counter. "So what's it going to be for you today?"
Mia looked around the counter, filled with pastries, bread, doughnuts, cupcakes; everything you could dream of, and everything looked and smelled delightful. "Wait, is that cheese pie?" Mia pointed to the pastry on the further back.
"It is indeed!" She exclaimed haughtily.
That reminded Mia of Greece; her grandma used to make the best cheese pies in town. Even when she was just a toddler, Mia would always try to help her beloved grandma make those infamous cheese pies. She just loved the scent of it as it was getting baked, and the hotness of the cheese as it melted in her mouth. "I'll definitely have one of these then please."
The baker smiled brightly at Mia, and she started packing her pie. That's when Mia remembered that she didn't have any food by the studio, and she always wanted to have a little something for her clients.
"Can I also have a couple of the chocolate cupcakes, a jam and a chocolate filled doughnut, and a couple of pretzels as well?" Mia didn't know what her client would like, so she decided to get a bit of everything.
The baker smiled heartily, showing her wrinkles that she had fully embraced. "Someone's got an appetite. You're expecting?"
"Oh, no, no. I've just got an appointment with a client in a couple of hours, and I don't know what they like." Mia quickly explained. The baker just smiled and gave an understanding nod before she started packing the rest of Mia's stuff. As she was doing that, Mia started thinking.
I have been more hungry for the past week or two, but I can't be pregnant, right? I'm on the pill.
"That's all for you. The total is ÂŁ12.87." She bagged everything up and processed the transaction through her till.
"Thank you, I'll come back tomorrow morning to grab some bread." Mia handed the baker opposite her a 20-pound note. "Keep the change."
The baker's eyes were filled with gratitude as she took the cash. "Take care." Her voice almost cracked.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Mia slightly winked at her before heading out. Her empty hands were now full. One the one hand, she had the bag of pastries , while on the other, she was holding the cheese pies, taking small bites on her way to the studio. The sweet yet bitter taste reaching down her throat felt like heaven.
She got her keys out and unlocked her apartment, instantly going upstairs to the kitchenette. She put all the pastries in a bowl and got it downstairs, resting it on the coffee table. Getting to the studio room, she started plugging in all her lights and made sure they worked. She then proceeded to fix the settings on her cameras before making sure she had enough memory cards; sometimes she needed more than expected, so she always carried around ten cards with her. Just in case.
At 7 o'clock, Mia heard the bell chime, her client was right on time, and she lowkey loved it. She hated when people, or even herself, were late. She opened the door with a warm smile. In front of her was standing a beautiful blonde girl, about 5'9, her fingers fiddling on her duffle bag as she was looking on the ground.
"You must be Judy, please come in. It's getting chilly around this time." Mia tried to sound as friendly, and as approachable she could; the client in front of her seemed nervous.
"Thank you." Judy replied, but her voice was quiet. "And sorry about the time, I couldn't get out of work any earlier." She was apologising; her brows furrowed as she finally looked up.
Her bright blue eyes captivated Mia, and her light brown freckles just added to her innocence.
Oh, she's gonna look perfect on camera.
"I prefer times like this to be honest, less noisy outside," Mia admitted as she motioned for Judy to sit on the sofa. "So, what's going to be your poison? Tea or coffee?" Mia followed Judy to the sofa, slapping her hands on her lap.
"Oh, nothing. I'm good, thank you though." Judy politely declined.
"Yeah. No. I'm not having this. Come with me." Mia tried to joke around as she motioned for the blonde to follow her upstairs. She immediately turned the kettle on for the water to boil and grabbed two cups from the cupboard, along with the instant coffee. "So your nerves are sky rocket
high, so two sugars?" Mia held up the teaspoon and sugar jar, waiting for Judy's reply.
"Yes please." She cracked a smile.
"Heh, I'm getting good at this." She whispered to herself, but loud enough so Judy could hear, making her chuckle. Mia smiled to herself at the sound of her voice, feeling that she started to get more comfortable slowly. She poured the hot water into the mugs and stirred lightly.
"I would give you alcohol, but that would be completely unproffesional of me." Mia snickered as she gave Judy her mug. "That's why I only put a small shot in." She gave her a playful wink and started heading downstairs.
"Can you really tell I'm nervous?" Judy chuckled.
"Yeah.." Mia admitted as she sat back on the sofa, urging Judy to follow her. She took a sip from her coffee, and Judy was quick to copy. "So, tell me about yourself."
Judy started getting more comfortable, still thinking that Mia put alcohol in her coffee. She opened up more to Mia. Telling her how she always wanted to be an actress, but her mum was always against it. So many times, she made Judy feel worthless and uneasy in her own body. That is why she was always so uncomfortable around people. Judy confided in Mia that she had been secretly seeking a counsellor's help and how he urged her to take that big step without having to worry about her mother. She was terrified, and Mia could see. In Judy, Mia saw her younger self and how she was trying so hard to gain her mum's acceptance, only to lose herself in progress. In her bright blue eyes, she saw the horror of trying to go against the person who's supposed to love you unconditionally. But in her smile, she saw the hope of redemption, freedom even.
"Let's go take some pictures then." Judy perked up from the sofa, full of energy and confidence. Feeling like she was drunk from the alcohol Mia supposedly put in her drink. But little did she know that this was all her. The confidence was her own; she just needed someone to show her that. And Mia was glad that she was the one to show her.
"So what kind of music do you like?" Mia asked Judy as they walked into the studio and turned on the lights.
"Have you heard of The Forest Rangers?" Judy took her place in the middle of the backdrop.
Mia raised her brows and turned on her speaker, connecting it to her phone. "Katey Sagal Forest Rangers?" She asked, waiting impatiently for a reply.
"Of course." She muttered as it was the only right answer.
"That's my girl." Mia whispered and put on her Forest Rangers playlist, the first song being Son Of A Preacher Man. It was one of Mia's favourite's, and as soon as she saw Judy dancing, she realised it was hers too. Mia gave her no warning; she wanted to take some shots while Judy was still in her natural state. Her blonde hair was flying in the air as she was spinning and turning. Mia had to take a picture of that carefree smile she had at that moment. It didn't take long for Judy to realise that Mia was shooting already, but that didn't stop her. She kept dancing and whirling around, carefree and without an ounce of worry written on her face.
After about an hour of shooting, Judy was feeling exhausted by all the dancing and singing. Mia took her upstairs and turned her pc on as she laid the sd cards in front of her. She motioned to Judy to take a seat next to her. The blonde girl put her hair into a messy ponytail as she sat next to Mia, fanning herself. Mia silently chuckled at her movement and continued loading up the photos on her computer. About 800 photos showed up, and Mia opened a blank folder before shifting on her seat to face Judy.
"Okay, I'll leave you for like ten to fifteen minutes, so you can choose which ones you like, and put them in this folder. I will then come back, and we can look together to see if we agree. Okay?" Mia explained as she got up from her seat so Judy could take her place.
"Sounds like a plan." Judy gave a warm smile as she sat to where Mia previously did.
Mia gave her a small pat on the back and headed downstairs. She immediately went to the photo room to turn off all her equipment. She realised that her speaker would soon run out of battery, so she put it in her bag. She didn't want to leave anything plugged in while she away because you never knew what could happen. After Mia made sure that she turned everything off, she headed back to the living room area. Tidying up the coffee table, Mia put the rest of the pastries in the bag with her speaker and left it by the front door in case she forgot about it. She picked up the empty coffee mugs and headed back upstairs to the kitchenette.
"How's it going?" Judy was only a few meters away, but Mia had to raise her voice slightly because she had just started washing up the cups, and the pouring water would make it difficult for Mia to pick up a response.
"Pretty darn good." Judy replied from the next room, copying Mia and slightly raised her voice to be heard. Mia chuckled lightly as she rinsed the coffee mugs and left them to dry before joining Judy again. She sat next to the golden locked girl and realised how happy she looked.
"Judging by the smile on your face, you've found some good ones." The red-haired stated, motioning to the pictures.
"I have so many that I like but I can't choose only six. Because apparently my agency only wants six." Judy sighed and showed Mia the email she recently got from her agent.
"Well, let's have a look together then." Mia smiled warmly and got closer to the computer.
After an hour, we finally chose the top six pictures that I would end up retouching, but we made a deal to email her all the pictures regardless. I escorted her to the front door, where she hugged me and told me how much she appreciated me. I hugged her back, urging her to take care commuting back, as it was already dark outside.
Being a girl, alone and in central London was always dangerous. You never know who you can come across, and I didn't want to imagine what could happen.
She disappeared into the darkness as I grabbed my bag and keys. I made sure I double-locked and called Henry until I got home. I was always scared to be walking alone in the dark, and I would always be on the phone with Steph if I had to walk somewhere alone. I woke her up so many times, but she was never annoyed at me for that. She would be on the phone with me until I felt I was in a safe space. But I didn't have Steph anymore, Anya wouldn't talk to me, and Freya would always be with Anya trying to convince her to speak to me again. So Henry was my only choice, and even though I hate admitting it, he is my safe place. After Steph died, he was her rock, the one she could trust, the one who wouldn't leave no matter the circumstances.
"Hey babe, done for tonight?" His soothing voice rang in my ears as he picked up. He sounded like he was eating something.
"Yeah, what are you munching?" I chuckled as I looked both ways before crossing the dark road.
''Uhm, nothing." He hesitantly gulped.
"Henry Dalgliesh Cavill, we were supposed to have snacks with the movie." I speak in an authoritative tone, trying my hardest not to laugh.
"Okay, hear me out though." He spoke in a more defensive tone now. "I was making sure everything was nice and ready before you came home. So I decided to make the popcorn so we wouldn't have to make it when you came. But after I made it, I couldn't help but realise how good and crunchy it looked. It was calling my name babe. It wanted me to eat it, and you know I can't say no."
"Tsk tsk, and to think I was bringing you some donuts. I guess they're all mine after that." I replied sarcastically.
"But babe, you know donuts are my kryptonite." He started whining.
"Well, that's unfortunate." I smirk to myself and head to the finally lit road. The light was green, meaning I could cross the road. "I thought I was your kryptoni-"
I didn't have the time to register what had happened; my eyes were wide shut. All I knew was that I felt the cold asphalt on my face, and I couldn't feel my legs. I slowly opened my heavy eyes, and the first thing I saw was my bloody hand and shattered pieces of glass all over.
Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my hair and bringing me to my back. Only then did I realise that I must have broken my ribs, because a sharp pain hit me, and I could barely breathe. My eyes still felt heavy, and I was disoriented; I couldn't make up who was in front of me. The figure seemed to be getting on its knees to examine the damage further. I felt those rough hands on my hair again, as whoever was there wanted me to look at them.
"I told you you would regret it. I gave you a warning didn't I?" I heard this familiar voice, a voice I hadn't heard since the filming in Budapest. A voice that I hadn't heard since my leg accident. Opening my tired eyes, I see the familiar brunette.
Lucy.
I should've known.
"Trust me, I didn't want to get to this point, but you gave me no other choice." Her voice was angry and somewhat raspy.
"Why are you doing this?" It took so much of my energy and breath to ask this question, but I just had to know. I didn't have the time to ask anything else because I started coughing uncontrollably; I felt something wet dripping off my chin, which could only mean it was blood, another indication that my ribs were broken.
"You are a pretty one, aren't you?" She let out a painful chuckle as she got back up, walking away. Or at least I thought she did. But she picked up something from the ground before coming back to me.
"Guess he won't like you for much more." She kneeled back facing me. "If you get to survive that is." All of a sudden, I felt something sharp slicing my cheek across my ear. I let out a yelp; I couldn't scream; my ribs wouldn't allow it. But at the same time, I didn't want to show her that I was in pain. It would only fuel her ego.
"Who would love you now, looking like that?" She laughed victoriously. "Oh, and before I leave you to your inevitable demise, I'll give you another cautionary word. If you end up surviving, which I highly doubt, and you try and tell anyone or going back to Henry, you really are going to regret it this time. Cause who knows who might be next. It could be Anya, Freya, or your beautiful little sister." She smirked devilishly at me before getting back up and heading for the car. The sound of the engine muffled out my cries.
What did I do to deserve this? How does she know about my sister? I've tried my best to keep her hidden away from the world. Mostly because I'm dating Henry, she never wanted to be in the spotlight, so I always kept her out of sight. But how did she find out? How long has she been stalking me?
"Mia!" Someone was shouting, their footsteps growing louder by the second on the dry asphalt. But I could only really pay attention to the sound of my heart. It thumped so quick, and so loud that it felt it would rip out of my chest. My eyes, along with my arms, felt heavy. My cheek throbbed as the searing pain spread across my face, but I didn't have the energy to cover it somehow. I tried paying attention to my breathing, my ribs didn't like when I breathed too deep or too suddenly, and every time I did, they would prick my organs, sending me to a tremendous amount of pain. I couldn't feel anything from my waist down, so I decided not to worry about it for the time being.
Suddenly I felt two warm hands on my face, examining it. And then the sound of fabric ripping before it covered my bloody cheek. Slight pressure was applied, but it didn't hurt.
"What are you staring at? Call a fucking ambulance!" I heard the masculine voice screaming. "Baby, look at me please." He tried to open my eyes before he put his two fingers by the veins on my neck, making sure I still had a heartbeat. The first thing I encountered as I opened my eyes was some dark brown and slightly wet curls. Going further down, I met the familiar blue eyes, with the slight brown hue in the top corner on his left. But Henry's beautiful ocean eyes were now red as tears streamed down his face. He let out a sigh as he smiled as brightly as he could at me. And then he hugged me tightly.
"Ahh!" I hissed in pain, and Henry immediately pulled back, trying to examine where I was hurting. "It's my ribs. And I can't feel anything from my waist down." I managed to mutter, trying not to take deep breaths as I knew I would regret it. Henry slowly picked me up and rested me on his lap, slightly reclined, so my ribs weren't crashing anything else, giving me a chance to breathe properly. His one hand was supporting my back while the other was applying pressure to my cheek.
"Did you see who did it?" Henry was still applying pressure to my cheek as he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead.
I was biting my tongue so I wouldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him the truth. Even though I feel that I won't survive this, I can't risk my sister or friends to have the same fate as me. Cause when I'm dead, she's not going to have anyone to stop her. "I don't know, it was a hit and run. It all happened so quick." I sputtered, something my ribs didn't like, making me cough uncontrollably. Henry wiped my bloody chin. "Henry?" I whispered softly to him. He hummed in response as he tried to keep my tired eyes open. "Tell my sister that I love her, and apologise to my mum and Anya for me."
"No, I'm not doing that." He couldn't control his tears anymore.
"Please."
"No! You're going to tell them yourself, because you are going to live. The ambulance will be here shortly, just hang on my love." He was caressing my back.
"I don't think I can." I tried to gather al the energy I had left and caressed his cheek. His stubble wet with tears and sweat.
"Yes, you can. You're the strongest person I've ever met. Mia, please don't go. I won't be able to handle it. I love you so fucking much." He rested his forehead on mine.
"Kiss me." I begged in desperation.
His warm lips crashed into mine. With all the strength I had, I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to support myself. My breathing was heavy as my ribs were crashing everything in their way. But I tried not to pay attention; if kissing Henry was the last thing I would do, I wanted to make it worth it. My fingers travelled up and down his neck, slowly tugging his beautiful curls. He cautiously tugged my shirt as he led me into a deeper kiss. His tongue was desperately seeking for permission, which I gladly gave. My face started getting wet, not only by his tears but by mine as well.
I know this is the end. I never wanted to go like this. I still have so many things I want to do. I want to travel more; I want to get married and start my own family. I want to be on good terms with my mum and Anya. I want to be with Henry without having to fear Lucy. But none of this is ever going to happen. This is the end.
I slowly broke our kiss as I couldn't breathe anymore. My teary eyes met his for the last time. My eyes couldn't stay open for much longer, and the fight was already lost.
"I love you." I whispered as the darkness surrounded me.
 Summary: Mia had been working hard to get to where she is now . She was hired for every kind of photo-shoot . Either that was personal , travel magazines and even movies . She had her life figured out . Thatâs until she gets hired as the photography director in The Witcher.
 *Warning: Smut (brief description, some dirty talk
"I literally have no idea what you're on about." Mia muttered almost angrily at her raven-haired best friend. But Anya just let out a long, angry sigh as she slammed a ten-pound note on the table.
"When you decide to tell us what's wrong, give us a call." Anya expressed sharply before she walked away, not even glancing once behind her.
"She's just trying to make sure you're okay." Freya sighed in desperation and tried to chase Anya. Mia just sat there, not knowing what to do, her arms were wrapped around her middle as she was staring into nothingness. She was contemplating whether or not she should tell them, after all, she hasn't heard from her blackmailer in so long. But what if that's what they wanted her to think? What if that mysterious blackmailer wanted Mia to think that they gave up, only to hit her harder next time? She couldn't put her friends in danger.
"Are you done with these love?" The friendly, elderly owner of the shop shook her off her thoughts.
"Oh yes, sorry." Mia gave him a warm smile as she gave him the empty coffee cups and the money for the bill. "Keep the change, and I would like to just sit here for a while, if that's okay." She gave him her best pleading eyes.
"It's a joy to have you around, so help yourself." He smiled warmly at Mia and gave her a little pat on the head, before putting the cups on the tray and disappeared inside.
Mia sat on the outside table by herself for what felt like forever. Being alone with her thoughts was never a good thing, she kept watching all the people passing by, just thinking about what kind of stories they had to tell, but also kept observing them just in case her blackmailer was near. Since the last letter she had shivers down her spine that she couldn't get rid of, she was still scared, still afraid that something terrible would happen.
Mia got shaken off her thoughts once again as she heard her phone ringing, it was the chorus of Love You To Death by Type 0 Negative, and it was the ringtone she had put for when Henry was calling her. She smiled to herself every time she saw Henry's name because she hadn't changed it since Budapest, it was still DC Douchebag.
"Hey babe, you're still at the coffee shop?" Henry's voice was excited.
"Yeah, just observing people." Mia replied jokingly.
"Weirdo." Henry chuckled as he turned the engine on. "Well, I'll be there in ten minutes, are you ready for our date night?"
"Yes sir." Mia snickered.
"See you in a bit." Henry smirked.
"Byee" Mia replied childishly and hang up the phone.
She put her denim jacket one, waved goodbye to the coffee shop owner and waited for Henry by the sidewalk. A couple of minutes later, he turned around the corner, and Mia quickly got in the car. She put her seatbelt on and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Wanna put some music on? We have quite a long way to go." Henry gave her his phone and started driving.
"Where are we even going?" Mia asked him as she searched through Spotify to find the right playlist.
"Surprise." Henry smirked at her and put his hand on her thigh as he kept driving.
Mia finally found the playlist she was looking for with some of their favourite artists, like Kings of Leon, Foo Fighters and Queens of Stone Age. They spent most of the time singing their lungs out, at one point Henry asked why Mia was alone, and where the girls had gone. But she didn't want to tell him that they argued, because then she'd have to explain the reason for the argument and she didn't want to mess their relationship up now that it's been going great.
After two and half long hours of driving, they finally parked, and Mia jumped out of the car. "Bournemouth!I haven't been here in so long!" She clapped her hands joyfully. Henry smiled at her and reached for something in the back seat.
"I know you haven't taken any pictures in a while, so I thought we could maybe do two in one." Henry gave Mia her camera bag, and her eyes glowed with happiness. "I hope I got the right lenses though, I even had to wake Heather up to tell me which ones I should get." He rubbed the back of his neck, shyly.
"Did she tell you off?" Mia chuckled as she put her bag around her shoulder.
"Oh, definitely." Henry couldn't help but laugh.
"Thank you." Mia said tenderly as she wrapped her arms around Henry's neck and gave him a small yet passionate kiss.
"I could tell it was starting to drive you insane." He entwined his fingers with Mia's and led her towards the park.
They both had the time of their lives. Mia took many pictures of the park, but her favourite ones were the ones she took with Henry playing with the parrots. He looked so happy, and she was so proud of herself for capturing that happiness in her camera. Because even though Henry was so used to photoshoots, he would never let someone take pictures of him outside work. And this was one of the rare moments he just didn't care, he just lived the moment, and it showed.
The sun was starting to set, so they quickly went to the pier, because it was the golden hour, the best time of the day to take pictures. As the sun was setting everything took a golden shade, and Mia took some fantastic pictures of the pier and the seagulls. She smiled to herself, looking through all of the pictures, reminding to herself how much she actually loved doing what she did. She put her camera on her bag and smiled gently to Henry.
"So, fish and chips?" She grinned.
"There's literally so many nice restaurants just down the street and you want fish and chips?" Henry raised his brows quizically at her. Mia just nodded. "That's why I love you." He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he led the way to a small fish and chips shop by the pier.
"Do you want cod or scampi?" Henry looked at the menu and then back to Mia.
"Is this even a question?" She replied sarcastically.
Henry chuckled. "Can we have two cod and chips please?" He asked the man behind the counter, and Mia gave him an approving nod. Henry paid, and they got their food and Henry sat down on some of the tables outside of the shop.
"Nope, not here." Mia grabbed his hand, getting him up and lead him towards the beach. "Hold this for a second." She gave him her food as she took her shoes and socks off and held them in one hand, while she motioned to Henry to give her back her fish and chips. They sat close to the sea and ate their food in silence. They saw the sunset, and Henry quickly went to the car to grab some blankets and lights. When he came back, he just saw Mia keep running her fingers through the sand.
"You've missed this haven't you?" He asked as he put the blankets down and started turning the lights on.
"Yeah" Mia muttered melancholically as she kept playing with the dry sand. But that's when an idea hit her, and she just smirked at Henry.
"Oh no, what went rhough your mind?" Henry asked both worried and excited. But Mia didn't answer, she just took her top and jeans off, leaving her only in her underwear. She looked back at Henry, smiled, ran towards the water and dived in. When she resurfaced, she saw that Henry was copying her and was just running in the water with his boxers on. He dived in and resurfaced next to Mia and gave her a tight hug.
"Better now?" Henry shook his head to get rid of the curls that were covering his eyes.
"Well, it's way colder than I expected." Mia chuckled, slightly shivering.
"Well, it's UK what did you expect?" Henry snickered.
"Oh shut up." Mia playfully punched Henry's bicep.
"Do you know what's the good thing about cold water?" He smirked at her waiting for a reply.
Mia narrowed her eyes in confusion "free botox?"
Henry rolled his eyes sarcastically. "No, it's these great perky nipples of yours." He smirked again and bit his lower lip.
Mia licked her lips seductively and then took a somewhat disappointed look. "Yes, but there's also something bad about cold water."
"What's that?" Henry asked curiously.
"It makes certain things smaller than they should be." She tried to keep a straight face as she motioned at Henry's lower region.
"Oh trust me, these things are way bigger than they should be right now." Henry bit his lip again and grabbed Mia's ass, bringing her closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, with her pussy rubbing on his dick.
This was Mia's first time making love on the beach, and Henry made sure it was slow and passionate. Just like their first time.
Mia for the past week, had been editing all the photos she took from Bournemouth. She also had tons of unanswered messages from people requesting a photo session. Since she became public with Henry, she had more appointments than she ever had before. From the one hand, she knew that most of them just booked the session in hopes of seeing Henry or get some information, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but love it; since she was doing everything she ever dreamed of, and now it was on an even bigger scale.
Sometimes though she did feel like a fraud, like using Henry's fame for her career to get bigger. Mia and Henry both knew that this wasn't the case, but the public didn't. She was afraid of the kind of impact this would have. She knew Henry could be effected quickly, so if anyone planted the slightest idea in his head, all hell would break loose.
"Hey babe, do you have anything else you want me to carry?" Henry's voice echoed through the kitchen.
"No, that is everything, I've got the rest in the studio." Mia peeled off an orange and put a piece in her mouth, smiling at the bulky man in front of her.
She quickly checked her phone to see if there were any messages from Anya, but per usual there wasn't. She still hadn't talked to her, even though Mia and Freya had been talking every day. Freya had been trying her absolute best to make them reconcile, but Anya wouldn't budge. Anya's and Freya's friendship meant a lot to Mia, and she couldn't bear losing them.
After finishing with all her sessions, Mia decided to tell them what was happening. Even though it wasn't happening anymore. It had been a month since the last letter and Mia started feeling safe again. She had nothing to be afraid of anymore; she could tell them, without worrying for her safety and theirs alike.
"You sure you don't want me to pick you up when you're done?" Henry gave Kal's ear a scratch.
"Babe, the studio is only ten blocks away, I think I can walk ten blocks." Mia snickered sarcastically.
Mia had to move her studio from Arborfield to somewhere closer to Kensington. Even though the commute was only an hour, Mia wanted something closer to her so she wouldn't have to carry her stuff around all the time. So when she found the 700 square foot apartment, just ten blocks away from their house, she knew she needed to buy it. The best thing about it was it was unfurnished when Mia bought it. It wasn't crazy big, but it served its purpose. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted by the small living room, with two black leather sofas and a glass coffee table. On top of the table were resting some small portrait portfolio books, and some pose guides. It was many times Mia worked with people being uncomfortable in front of the camera. They often didn't know what poses to take or what to do, Mia didn't mind it, but it did make her life a little bit easier when people knew what to do. That is why she thought that a little pose guide would help both her and the clients.
There was a small changing room on the left of the living room, for when people needed a change of outfit. Further to the back, a small staircase led up to the kitchenette and her small editing room. On the living room's right-hand side, a narrow hall led to the vast room Mia liked to call her wanksta, aka, the studio. Mia was known to not go by the standards.
While most photographers had a white, black, or even grey backdrop, Mia decided to have a dark burgundy. Something which didn't help her while editing the photos, but it sure as hell made them different. She had tons of lights around the backdrop, from umbrellas to softboxes, even a colossal LED panel. Of course, she didn't use all of them at once. It mostly depended on the kind of photoshoot she needed to do. This evening she had to do a headshot session, which meant she had to use the softbox and the umbrellas.
"Okay, fine, but call me when you're coming home, so I'll know you're safe." Henry pouted as he gave her his best puppy eyes.
Mia chuckled at his attempt to be cute and gave him a soft peck on the lips before walking out of the door.
Summary: Mia had been working hard to get to where she is now . She was hired for every kind of photo-shoot . Either that was personal , travel magazines and even movies . She had her life figured out . Thatâs until she gets hired as the photography director in The Witcher.
Kal immediately realised that something was wrong, call it perks of being a service dog. He always understood when Henry was close to getting an anxiety attack, and he was always there to comfort him. Mia and Henry had been together for quite some time now, so he knew when she was getting one as well. This time it wasn't any different; Mia's hands were trembling, and her heart was racing, pacing back and forth she started slowly ripping the letter apart, Kal was behind her every step of the way. Only when she turned around did she realise that her trustworthy companion was following her. The black and white dog tilted his head both in confusion and worry, he realised that what Mia wanted was someone to cheer her up and get her mind of whatever thoughts were running around her mind. So he stuck his tongue out and raised his paw as if to make her follow him. Mia gave her friend a little smile and followed him out in the garden, where he brought her all his toys, before rolling around the green grass and running around maniacally. That helped Mia crack an even brighter smile, and Kal waved his tail proudly as he got closer to her and rested his head on her lap. Mia instantly scratched his ears and gave his forehead a little peck. "Guess you're right, I mean that person always says stuff but never actually does anything." She spoke to her furry friend as if he would reply. "So there's nothing to worry about right?" Kal stuck his tongue as he agreed, but immediately after he let out a quiet bark. "Well, there's nothing to worry about, so there's no point telling Henry."
"What's there no point telling me?" Henry's voice was strict yet calm. Mia and Kal immediately turned around to see the bulky man, who was now grabbing the balcony railing as if what he just heard annoyed him. Kal was so quick to stand up and run towards his dad, while Mia was a bit slower, giving him a faint smile as she tried to bite down the urge to tell him about the letters. She got closer to him and gave his upper arm a little kiss, but Henry still seemed mad.
"Well, I'm not really in the mood to cook, and I know I was supposed to for our movie night, but do you mind if we could order something?" She mumbled childishly as she playfully bit her lip.
"Are you sure that's just it?" Henry raised a quizzical brow at her as he wrapped his hands around his middle, still not believing her.
"Cross my heart." Mia claimed as she did a cross sign by her heart.
"Fine, but I get to choose what we're having." Henry huffed, giving in to the red-haired woman opposite him.
Mia clapped her hands joyously "can we get milkshakes as well?".
Henry narrowed his eyes at her "you're paying for that." He raised a playful warning finger at her and then got his phone so that he could order their food as he moved inside the house. Kal gave Mia a confused look, and she silently told him to hush because the last thing she needed right now was for Henry to worry.
But little did she know that Henry already started to worry, but for the wrong reason.
Mia thanked the delivery driver and did a little dance as she got her Five Guys milkshakes. For Henry, she ordered a strawberry and chocolate milkshake that she knew he liked, while for she couldn't just choose between two flavours for herself; so she ordered vanilla, oreo cookies, lotus biscoff, salted caramel and banana. Henry had ordered two pepperoni and a margarita pizza that arrived just a couple of minutes later. They both got comfortable on the sofa and started their movie. For both Mia and Henry the hours seemed longer; Mia could feel that there was still tension between them. Henry would always cuddle up to her, but now he barely put his hand on her thigh.
"What's up?" Mia exclaimed as soon as the movie was over.
"What's there you're not telling me?" He didn't even try looking at her.
"Are you still about earlier? I told you--"
"Look, I have been fucked over before, you wouldn't be the first." He slightly raised his voice but still didn't look at her.
"You think I'm cheating on you?" Mia gawped. "How could I? When I have someone who's literally in the DC Universe so I can make fun of him whenever I want?" She tried to lighten up the mood, but it didn't seem to work, as Henry just huffed at her and turned away. Mia caressed his thigh, trying to make him look at her, but that didn't seem to work either. She let out a sigh, got up from the sofa, took the empty pizza boxes and milkshake glasses and got to the kitchen. Her eyes were tearing up as she was assorting all the recycling, and then she heard Henry going upstairs to their bedroom and shutting the door behind him loudly. She didn't even try to go in the bedroom; the tears were already rolling down her face. All she could think was how she needed to tell him about the letters but how at the same time she wanted to protect him. She knew he was mentally hurt as well, and if he found out that someone was blackmailing her to break up with him would absolutely crush him. Mia knew Henry loved her, not only because he had said but also because he has been showing it to her every single day, she knew it would hurt him like hell to lose her. And that is why Mia wouldn't give in to the blackmails, because it would kill her losing him too. She has lost so much, and Henry is her only beacon of hope, she couldn't give him up, not now, not ever.
Mia's eyes were swollen from the crying, but she still didn't go upstairs, she felt like they both needed time to cool off. So she got her coat and a blanket and got to the garden. She put on the fire on the fire pit table to keep her warm. She rested her head on the table, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
Next morning Henry woke up alone in bed, and the worst thing ran through his mind. He got up, and his nerves were already shaking because he thought that Mia was out her supposed affair. But he didn't even try calling her. He instead got downstairs to put on Kal's bowl, but Kal was acting weird, he kept urging Henry to open the garden door.
"What's up bud?" Henry asked his best friend irritated. That's when Kal barked, making sure that Henry followed him outside. Henry, even though completely tired, he followed his companion. And that's when he saw Mia still sleeping outside; her blanket was on the ground and her bright red hair messy from last night's wind. His heart sank, and only now did he realise that he may have had overreacted. He covered her with the blanket and carefully picked her up bridal style, leading her to their bedroom. Henry put Mia on the bed and gently tucked her in as he kissed her forehead. He was about to leave her alone to sleep, but he heard her mumbling in her sleep. Please don't leave me she kept repeating over and over, and that's when Henry decided to lay next to her. That's the moment he grasped that she needed him as much as he needed her, and probably more. He laid there cuddling up to her, caressing her hair and holding her as close to him as he could.
After a couple of hours, Mia started waking up, and she immediately felt Henry's presence next to her and instantly hugged him tightly. She didn't even realise when she started to sob, but Henry was there to calm her down.
"I'm sorry." Henry whispered as his voice almost cracked.
"How could you even think that I'm cheating on you? When I broke down all my walls just to be with you. You're all I ever wanted. You're everything I ever needed." Mia was whimpering, and that's all it took for Henry to break down, because he knew that just then she told him that she loves him without actually saying it.
"So are you two okay now?" Freya asked after she heard the whole story.
"Yeah, we're good, we're actually going on a date tonight." Mia gave her friend a warm smile and took a sip of her coffee.
It had been a week since the argument with Henry. Mia took a while to get over the shock because she never intended to hurt him. And only now did she realise how much he meant to her, she knew that she would do anything in her power to keep him. Both Mia and Henry were trying to show to each other how much they were appreciated. But Henry was the one with that felt the guiltiest. He knew everything that Mia has gone through and how hard it was for her to open up and let someone in; so looking back at his overreaction all he can think about was how much he doesn't deserve her. But he wouldn't her go, so he was trying to show her how great of a partner he could be. Starting with their date tonight. Last time they went on a date was in Hungary, and back then they were not even dating. He's trying to win her over. But he didn't know that there was no use for that. Because Mia was utterly his and his alone.
"I can't help but agree with him at some points though." Anya butted in, resting her chin on her index finger. "You have been acting weird lately." Mia raised a quizzical brow and her gaze shifted from Anya to Freya.
"She's kinda right not gonna lie." Freya bit her lip as she lowered her gaze.
"How am I acting weird?" Mia narrowed her eyes at them, still confused as to why her best friends were saying that.
"Well, the best example was a few weeks ago. You literally passed out, remember?" Anya was being sarcastic.
"Yeah, but that's not me being weird. I was genuinely not feeling well." Mia exclaimed through gritted teeth.
"All day you were fine, and then suddenly when you went inside you felt like shit?" Anya tilted her head waiting for an answer. But Mia didn't give any, she just gulped. "And what did that man tell you? I saw you talking to him before you went to the restroom and he gave you something, didn't he?" She raised her brow at Mia, waiting for a confirmation.
Mia seemed as surprised as Freya did, but she couldn't tell them the truth. She may not have had any more letters from her supposed blackmailer, but if by any chance they were still following her, she didn't want to put her friends in danger.
"His daughter is a fan of Henry's and she recognised us and just asked for an autograph." Mia hated lying to them, but it was for their own good, at least until she knew for certain that this person wouldn't send any more blackmails.
"We both know that's bullshit." Anya slightly raised her voice. "If it were an autograph, no offence, she would ask it from us and not from you. You didn't sign anything, you took that thing with you, but you came out empty-handed." Anya had a long pause, still waiting from her re haired best friend an answer, but when she didn't have any, she let out a big huff.
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Walter heard small feet padding on the floor. You were awake. He smiled to himself and continued making the both of you some breakfast. Acting like he didn't know you were here.
He felt two small arms finding their way around his waist. He felt your small, warm body pressed against his back.
"Morning baby..." Walter said with a smile.
"Morning Walt..." you yawned.
"How do you feel love?" he asked.
It has been a couple days since the interrogation. And since that happened you have had several nightmares and mental breakdowns. They were after you. Why? You didn't understand.
"Better."
Last night you had one of those nightmares again. The events from the last couple days have triggered them. Memories from being held hostage and from the pain you've been through. But you had Walter by your side to help you get through it.
Walter always woke up from your twisting and turning and cries for help in your sleep. And every time he woke you up, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and he held you tight. Some times he even rolled on top of you to create some kind of pressure which made you feel safe and protected. Until you fell back asleep.
Sometimes once a night, sometimes multiple times a night. And it killed him to see you like that. He felt bad for pulling you back into those events, while every other victim never has to face their captors again. You wanted to help, but on the other hand you were his girlfriend. And he was always busy with the case, which automatically involved you in it as well.
Not many woman made it out alive. Walter studied all the files he found. Most of the girls had passed away. And there were 17 other girls out there, hidden somewhere. The list of names was long, and every name was followed with a death cause. It was disgusting. Yours was there too. With a red circle around it. Walter didn't know why. Maybe because you escaped, because he saved you.
This was one of the most mysterious cases he had ever worked on. The men seemed like dumb fools, yet they knew what they were doing. Were there more out there? He didn't know. But he was determined to find out.
"Walter?"
You voice pulled him out of his string of thoughts.
"Are you okay bear?"
Walter nodded and pulled you in a tight hug. Like he never wanted to let go. And he never wanted to.
"Yes, just thinking love. Thinking about how happy I am that you're still here."
You looked at him with a big smile on your face. Your hand reached for his cheek and you softly caressed his beard. Walter leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.
"Love?"
"Yes, bear?"
"You have no idea what you do to me. How you change me. And once this is over, I promise you, I have great plans. For you and me. And I can't wait."
You smiled.
"Now I'm curious about what those plans might be Walt. Give me a hint?"
"Nope!" he grinned.
You sighed, pouted and gave him puppy eyes. You did it on purpose, as a joke. To see if he would fall for your tricks. But instead Walter lifted you over his shoulder and smacked your ass harshly.
"I AM NOT FALLING FOR THOSE TRICKS, WOMAN!"
You laughed. Walter threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you. He started tickling your sides. You bursted into a fit of laughter. Walter always knew how to make you feel better. How to cheer you up.
But that moment of happiness, was ruined by a simple phone call.
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"WHERE ARE THEY!?" Walter yelled through the hallway.
After Walter got the phone call he rushed to the station. You were home, asleep. You were exhausted after last night and Walter thought it wasn't a good idea to take you with him. It would only cause more nightmares and panic attacks.
Why?
3 more girls were found. Dead.
"They're here Marshall."
Walter was lead to a room, there were 3 tables with 3 bodies, which were hidden under a white cloth.
"Cause of death?" Walter asked.
He was handed a file.
The bodies were dumped in the woods. So where they came from was a mystery. The cause of death apparently is endless torture, which weakened them to the point where they couldn't resist. After that they were strangled to death.
Walter ran a hand over his face. Fuck. He walked to one of the bodies and pulled the cloth away. The sight was terrifying. A shiver ran down his spine. Why would people ever do this?
They were randomly dumped somewhere. Maybe there was something which could lead him to new clues.
"Take me to where were they found."
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Meanwhile you were home. You just woke up from your nap. You had slept for 2 hours, and it was one of the best naps you've ever had.
You went downstairs to make yourself a cup of coffee. Walter wasn't home yet. Apparently something bad happened, and he didn't want you to go with him. Somehow you were glad he wanted you to stay home. Things were finally getting a bit better. You weren't that stressed or depressed anymore as you were a few days ago. And you liked to keep things that way.
While the coffee machine was doing it's thing, you took a look out of the window. It was a cold day in Minneapolis. It was snowing outside. Snow always got you excited. You looked at the bug white snowflakes falling from the sky, painting the streets in white.
You looked down the street and saw a strange car standing about 50 feet from your home. You had never seen that car here before. Weird thing was, it wasn't covered in snow like the other cars were. But it didn't belong here. So nobody who lived around here used it.
"Strange..." you said to yourself.
But the more you looked around, the more things you found that were strange. That you've never seen here before. Camera's. Another strange car. Someone in the car...
Wait. Someone in the car?
You quickly backed away from the window and you ran upstairs to grab a pair of binoculars, which belonged to Walter. From the window of the bedroom you had a perfect view. You looked through them to see who was in the strange car. It was hard to see since the windows of the car were slightly tinted. You had to look closely.
Then you dropped the binoculars. Fuck.
You grabbed a piece of paper and noted the license numbers of the strange cars, trying not to panic. Then you grabbed your phone and ran to the bathroom, you locked the doors and hid in the bath tub. You dialed Walter's number as fast as you could.
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Walter was on his way to the place where the other girls were found. His phone rang. It was you. He picked up.
"Hey baby, how was your nap?"
"W-Walter?" you said in a shivering voice. Like you were about to cry.
"Baby? Are you alright? What happened? Nightmare?"
"N-no..."
"What is it then?" Walter said, he slightly panicked. What the hell was going on?
"Oh, fuck." You planted on your bottom in the thin blanket of snow, laughing as you looked at Henry who had just taken a selfie.
He looked at you, bewildered, pocketing his phone back in his joggers and making his way to you. Extending a hand to you, which you gladly accepted, he pulled you up on your feet.
"It's too early for me. I am not a morning person, Henry." You held onto him, your gloved hands slipping off his jacket and your wet pants sticking to your skin.
"Better get used to it, love." He chuckled, dusting off snow from your hair. His voice was deep and gravelly, heavy with his morning voice, the smell of coffee lingering on his breath.
Henry turned you around to face the rising sun, taking in a deep breath of the crisp air. Throwing his arm over your shoulders, he pulled you in to his side. "You've signed up for a lifetime of this with me."
You rolled your eyes before looking up at your loving boyfriend, who unbeknownst to the world, had blurted out a marriage proposal last night while both of you had been busy between the sheets. The soft rays of the sun hit his face, making his blue orbs shine like the brightest star, dazzling like sapphire gems set on a sculpture of an Adonis. You nuzzled your head on his shoulder, basking in the sun and the quietness before the crew woke up to get back to work.
Summary: Anya Adams, a troubled soul but fierce on the outside, stumbles over a stranger at a party and ends up sharing more than just her name. Sheâs in for a whirlwind encounter when he turns out to be her boss. Striking up a deal for pleasure, Anya soon finds herself mixing work and play. For someone who swore off love, would she let the handsome Brit break down her walls?
Pairing: AU Henry Cavill x OFC
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: 18+, smut, romance, minor age gap, fluff
A/N: This has been sitting in my Docs for too long. I was worried about sharing it, and I already have two ongoing series, but I am sharing this now since itâs already complete! I hope you guys enjoy it. Itâs my first time writing an AU series and itâs not beta-ed.Â
This is the prologue for something Iâve had swimming around in my head for months. I have no idea how long itâs going to be. A few chapters at least.
Title: Guys Like You
Summary: Guys like you just donât fall for girls like me.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC
Rating: 18+ for later chapters
Warnings: None for this part (aside from my shoddy proofreading)Â
âHello, Mr. Cavill. Iâm Faye, Iâm the one doing all the scar work today.â
So we have another bit of filth in the phone sex universe, in which they all meet in person, at last. Sea Change. Mike and Walter. Smut, threesome, anal sex, oral sex, double penetration. Walter is the glue that holds this whole thing together. @emyearns this might be the sort of thing youâre looking for. @selfindulgentarchive I didnât quite make it to nipple play in this one; guess Iâll just have to go and do another.
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Itâs understandable if itâs awkward. Itâs a first time, and first times are always strange (the first time Walter opened you on his hand, the first time he told you good girl to feel the clench of you around his fingers, the first time you saw beyond the sweet-and-scruffy to the weariness of work and the scars across his shoulder and the way he always seems a little lighter when heâs feeling your mind and body fall apart around him). Itâs a shift, a sea change, a feeling of lost footing. Itâs the breathless moment of waking from a falling dream, safe and secure and yet your heart is pounding like itâll leap from your chest.Â
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He simply couldn't think straight.
That was the thing that made Captain Syverson very frustrated
Around you, he didn't know how to act like a normal person. Well, what was normal behavior for him. Grumpy, always ordering people around and not giving shits about what others think of him.
But he cared about what you thought of him.
You were one of the sergeants that was send to his base from your own, 50 miles from his, to support his men. Syverson lost many men in a recent bombing, which he nearly didn't make as well. He could use some new soldiers. No matter what base they came from or under whose command they were. He appreciated the help.
And he definitely appreciated the help when he spotted you. He appreciated a woman with power. There weren't many female sergeants out there. And if there were, they were old woman, older than him. Not as young and beautiful as you were
At first he tried to learn things about you through your privates. Things like your name and your age. He was too scared to approach you to ask for those things himself. Which was new for him. Syverson wasn't scared of anything. Let alone women. But you were different.
The first time he called you to his office he was so nervous. He could look at you from up close. And while you were actually discussing strategies with a couple more people, he didn't even listen to a word that was said. He kept looking at your face. Your troubled expressions, which he wished he could erase. Your beautiful eyes, which he wanted to stare into for hours and drown in. Your soft and plump lips, which he just wanted to kiss. And just you in general. The woman he wanted to love. It was like you were the only thing that mattered.
And that lead to trouble. During the next battle, he didn't know what the strategy was. And due to that, they failed the mission. Thank God nobody died. But many people were terribly injured. And that was his fault. He couldn't give his men the right orders. The strategy was a mess. Because he didn't listen. Because he was obsessed with you.
And then he knew that couldn't continue. He had to tell you. But he knew that you would go crazy at him, if he told you he couldn't focus because of you. He knew, but he had no other choice but tell you.
That night he went to your room. You had your own, thank God. He knocked.
"Come in." your soft voice spoke.
Syverson opened the door, got inside and closed it.
You looked at him with a confused expression. Why was he here?
"Our failed mission. It's my fault. I didn't know what the strategy was. I fucked up."
You looked at him. You were still confused.
"I didn't listen to what we discussed. I was distracted. I couldn't focus."
"And why are you telling me this?"
"Because I got distracted by you..." Syverson spoke in a very soft voice, a whisper, almost inaudible.
Your eyes widened. You opend your mouth, wanted to say something. But you couldn't. You didn't know what to say.
"W-what?" that was the only thing that came out of you.
"I-" Syverson begun, and took a deep breath before he continued.
"I like you. I like you a lot. Maybe liking is quite an understatement."
You felt anger boiling up in you. You got up from your seat and walked up to him. Tears welled up in your eyes.
"Are you telling me that because of your feelings for me, we almost lost many men?"
Syverson nodded.
"I'm sorry."
And with that he got out of the room. Back to his own. He expected this to happen.
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The days after were the worst. You avoided him. And everytime your eyes met, you shook your head at him.
You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe that many men got injured because of Captain Syverson stupid feelings for you. Not that you didn't like him. He was incredibly handsome and very good at his job. The last thing until a couple days ago. He fucked up. Because of you.
Later that evening you went up to the roof to get some fresh air. Last days activities were really getting to you. You stepped outside. At that point you noticed Syverson there. He was wearing some sweatpants, no shirt.
You stood there, nailed to the ground. You couldn't move. And it was as if he noticed you there. Syverson turned around, his eyes widened as he saw you standing there. In your shorts and a small tanktop, let's not forget the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. He tried to not stare too much. But he obviously failed.
"Hey..." you said in a soft voice. Instantly regretting that you said something instead of just walking away.
"Hi." Syverson said.
You walked closer to him, on the edge of the roof. Your arms leaning on the railing. Next to him. You could feel the warmth radiating of his body in the cold, desert air.
"I'm sorry." he said.
"No...you shouldn't be. I should be sorry."
"Why?"
"For treating you like trash. For distracting you. For coming here."
Syverson looked at you. An annoyed expression on his face.
"Don't fucking apologize for things you can't help. I expected you to get mad. Because it was stupid. I was stupid."
"Don't say that. You can't help who you fall in love with. Even if you would try, you wouldn't be able to change it. And that comes from a woman who goed through the exact same thing right now."
At that Syverson heart sunk in his chest. You loved someone. He couldn't look at you now.
"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked in a monotonous voice.
You chuckled and placed a hand on his arm. Feeling his strong muscles underneath you. He looked at your hand, then at your face. You wore a smile on your face. And Syverson swore, he had never seen something that pretty before.
"It's you Sy."
With that Syverson pulled you in his chest. Embracing you tightly. You were warm. Your skin soft. Your small body pressed against his large body. It felt good. So good.
You two looked at each other and leaned in to softly press your lips together in a small, loving kiss. Your lips felt so soft against his. It was perfect. Syverson slightly deepened the kiss, softly sucking on your tongue and giving you the opportunity to do the same to his. The kiss lasted a couple minutes. Until Syverson pulled away.
"Thank you baby..." Syverson whispered.
"For what?" you said. Completely out of breath, with your cheeks flushed. The nickname he gave you didn't make it much easier to hide the flush on your cheeks.
"Accepting me. Loving me."
"I can't help that Captain...it just happens" you said. You looked up at him, he had a wide smile on his face.
"How are we going to do this tho? Keep it a secret?" you asked.
Syverson thought about your question for a little. But then nodded.
"For as long as we can. And desert dates?"
"Desert dates?" you said and giggled.
"Now I'm very curious about those Sy."
"May this be the first one then. Wait here, doll."
With that he walked back inside. Only to return a few minutes later with beers and a blanket. He spread the blanket on the roof layed on it and patted the spot next to him. You shook your head and laughed. You walked up to him and layed down next to him on the soft and warm blanket.
"Look darlin'" Syverson said as he pointed to the sky. The sky was clear. Many stars twinkling and lighting up the dark atmosphere. It was a beautiful sight. One you hadn't noticed till now.
"It's beautiful." you said in awe.
"Not as beautiful as you are tho."
You giggled and placed your head on his chest. This was the perfect life. It couldn't get any better than this.
"I can't believe it turned out like this. That I would get to love the biggest grump out there in this world." you whispered. Syverson laughed.
"But it did turn out this way. I changed, bug. And I couldn't be any happier. All because of you."
âHenâŠcan you come here please?â You called out to your boyfriend, Henry.
âSure, love.â Henry was in the kitchen and you were in the living room with his dog, Kal.
He took one look at you and you could see the look of confusion on his face. Â You didnât blame him. Â You had pulled your shirt off and were on your stomach across Henryâs large couch. Â You giggled.
âI need a favor.â
âWell, I mean, we havenât tried it in the living room yet, but give me a moment and Iâll be ready to go.â
