#oh MAN the bittersweet of seeing how their relationship COULD have gone if geralt had put it even a smidge of effort

[stickyhoney]

Six Months

Summary: Henry had to leave a new relationship behind when he got the call for The Witcher, and gets to finally come home to his girl. Does time and distance really make the heart grow fonder?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Loss of Virginity, fluff throughout

Title: Six Months

Henry had been gone weeks at the time for the past six months. You remember how excited he was when he got the call that he would be Geralt of Rivia. The way his eyes lit up, the way he flashed his toothy grin, even the way his arms nearly squeezed the air out of you. It was so bittersweet. You were happy for him, but both of you knew that the timing was less than perfect for your new relationship. The two of you had now become accustomed to looking at each other through a monitor, texting at the end of your day, and waiting.

The waiting was now over, he was coming back to you. After six months, you would finally be able to hug him. You would no longer have to smell the sweater he left the last time he came over when you had a long day. He would be there to make it all better. Your body had tried holding on to the memory of his frame wrapping around you, consuming every inch of space between you. The memory was now like a fever dream, one that no matter how hard you tried to feel, you just couldn’t.

The twisting of the doorknob broke your train of thought, your body and mind froze. You had worried that things would never be as they were, that the chemistry you shared had disappeared. Then he came through the door, and all the worries that you had were wiped away. Your body was still frozen, it was like your entire being couldn’t really believe that he was right there. 

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna give me a hug?” Your eyes darted up to the source, his lips parting to show his toothy grin. 

Next thing you knew, your arms had wrapped around his broad neck, pulling him down to you. Henry nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder. His thick curls tickled your neck, as did his hot breath. His arms wrapped around your entire back, trying to pull you even closer than you were, which sadly was impossible. You could feel his thumbs tracing circles on the small of your back through your sweater, making your body slowly relax against him. 

“I missed you so much Henry.” It was all you could get out, but it was all you needed to say. The tears swelling in your eyes threatened to make you choke on your words, and the last thing you wanted to do was cry. 

“I know [y/n], I am here now.” The vibration of his words against your neck nearly made you go weak in the knees. “I’m here now.” He was nearly whispering. You feel him pulling away, and every inch of your being wants to chase after him, never letting him go. Fighting every urge in your body, you pull your face away enough to get a good look at his. 

His hand leaves your side, and palms the side of your face. The physical training had taken a toll on his hands, rough calluses gently grazed your soft cheek. Henry was looking into your eyes as though he had to memorize the exact color, so that he would never forget it again. The chemistry had definitely not been lost between the two of you, if anything it had been amplified by a thousand. “Distance and time make the heart grow fonder” as they say. 

God the things I want you to do to me right now… 

Henry was very adamant about not pressuring you into anything before he had left, so the farthest you two had gone was some steamy sessions of kissing and groping. This however left you wanting, and six months of wanting does a lot of things to a girl. 

You placed your hands on his waist, slowly slinking them up his hardened stomach and chest. Following every curve of muscle, every dip and valley. Henry was a piece of art, one he had spent so long sculpting. It intimidated you. Thrilled you. Your eyes drifted down to follow the path of your hands, watching every miniscule movement. 

Shit [y/n], don’t get too wound up. He might not be ready.

One look up into those blue eyes, and you were startled by the fire behind them. His hand pulled your face to his, pushing his lips firmly against yours. 

Oh thank God, I didn’t want to calm down.

His tongue pushed through your lips, claiming them again as their own. Henry always knew how to kiss you, but this was another kind. He had never kissed you with such a fever. The firm pressure against your lips, pulled a deep moan from you. A moan that only desperation can create. That was the signal Henry needed that you felt how he felt, needed what he needed.

His hands grabbed the bottom of your ass, lifting you up scarily easily. You were by no means a small girl, you like your tacos just like anyone else, and he lifted you like you were a pillow. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands tugging on his curls, trying to elicit a moan from him as well. 

Let me know you want me like I want you.

Henry began walking the both of you to your bedroom, coming up for air every few seconds to make sure he didn’t walk you both into a wall. Your lips slowly move down to his jawline, leaving light kisses on the way. 

Before you can get to his sweet spot, Henry lowers you onto the bed. He pulls away and hovers above you. Both of your chests are rising and falling, trying to calm your breathing. 

“[Y/n], I need to know that you want this.” His voice was hoarse, it sounded as if he was choking on his desire. “I know this is a big step… and I also know this is your first time. The thing is… I love you so fucking much that it scares me.” You had never had a smile so big on your face, it was practically hurting your cheeks. 

He just said that he loves me. I love him too. I am in love.

“I love you too.” Your hand caresses the side of his face, along his angular jawline. “I want this. I want you. I want all of it.” Your arms wrapped around his chest pulling him back down onto you, pulling him until his chest grazes against yours. Henry keeps eye contact, seemingly a bit shocked at the exchange the two of you just had. You giggled to break the silence, breaking him out of his stillness. Slowly, you lifted your head up to meet him,kissing him softly. Hopefully reassuring him that you meant what you had said.

Dear heaven above if this man doesn’t put his hands on me, I might just burst into flames. I can’t wait anymore.

He firmly pushes you back down into the mattress, his body so achingly close to you without touching. His lips make a trail from your lips down to your collarbone, taking his sweet time. His teeth grab at your gentle skin between the kisses. You spread your legs, allowing him closer access to you. Wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him even closer. The friction makes both of you lose your balance, it was the best thing you had felt in months. Six months to be exact. 

Please do that again.

Nothing could ever make you feel as good as Henry does. Nothing could be the same. You had definitely tried on those lonely nights while he was gone, but he leaves an unfillable gap wherever he goes. 

He finally gives you what you’ve been craving. He pushes against your center, against your whole body really. 

There you go baby. 

Your fingers loop under his shirt pulling up on seam, desperate for everything between you to be gone. He gets the message and lifts off of you, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor. 

What have I done in a past life to deserve this man?

He keeps his eyes on yours as he begins to unbuckle his belt. “Let me get that for you hen.” You sit up right, and reach for his belt until he grabs both of your hands to stop you. “First…” Tingles shoot up your spine when his rough hands touch your waist under your shirt. He trails his hands up your silhouette, dragging your shirt up with them. He makes a pit stop at your bra, expertly unhooking it.  He tosses them both beside his shirt. Out of instinct, your arms wrap around your body. Attempting to conceal every inch possible. 

“Why are you covering up?” His voice boomed over the intense silence of the room. “I-” You felt stupid for being self-conscious, but it was a struggle for you. “[Y/n], you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don’t ever cover up for me. You got that?” His eyes bored into yours, his jaw clenched tight.  He had never been so bossy with you before, and it made your skin burn with desire.  

Your response was letting go of yourself, and instead grabbing for his belt buckle again. Henry climbs closer to you, so he is practically breathing the same breath. His course fingers, pull your hair behind your head giving him access to your neck. His lips press against you so lightly, it makes you suck a breath in. 

Henry’s boxers were strained against his member. You had caught a glimpse of Henry once while changing in your room, but you were not at all prepared for how large he is.

Can I do this? That is going to hurt.

Henry yanks your leggings off, catching you off guard. You yelp as he pushes you back down into the mattress, pinning your hands above your head. 

“Don’t move sweetheart.” His tone was kind but firm. 

What is he doing? Oh.

Your eyes screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of Henry’s lips against your bare body for the first time. He takes his time kneading your breasts with his large hands while trailing kisses down your stomach. Every nerve in your body was on high alert from the barrage that was Henry Cavill. Your hips bucked up at the sudden contact from Henry’s tongue.

“Sweetheart, I told you not to move.” He sucked on your clit, while his fingers slowly entered you. “Awe baby, look how wet you are for me.” You were already starting to see stars, and he had barely even begun. The comforter wrinkled up around your tight fists, your silly attempt to prolong yourself. Henry was slowly working you with his fingers, hitting a spot in you that made you feel lightheaded with pleasure. His tongue pressing firm against your clit, drawing circles.

“Hen-... I-I can’t” You couldn’t even get the words out, you were holding on with every fiber of your being. 

“Let go baby.” He continued his attack and looked up into your eyes, and that was it. Your body clenched up around his fingers, your hands had made their way to his curls to stop him. You threw your head back against the pillows, trying to calm your breathing and heaving chest. Your entire body had been lit aflame. 

Holy fucking shit.

“Are you ready sweetheart?” He climbed on top of you, waiting patiently. You couldn’t muster up the words, so you shook your head violently. Looping around the loop of his boxers, your hands drug his boxers down over his cock down to his knees. Henry helped you out and kicked them off the bed onto the floor. 

“I’ll take it slow baby. I’ll make you feel good, okay?” “Okay.”

You spread your legs apart once again, allowing him to position himself better. He moves his tip around your entrance, coating himself in your cum. Henry leans down against you, embracing you in a deep kiss, catching your moans as he enters you. He moans against your lips too, slowly sinking all the way into you. He stills against you for a moment. “Are you okay? Can I move?” Nodding along, you feel the sting of your body trying to adjust to Henry. His hips slowly move away, and back again. The feeling is exquisite, the sharp sting slowly subsiding with every thrust. 

“More Henry.” You were surprised at your words, your body taking control over your mind. Henry digs his hands into your hips, his head buried into your shoulder. Responding to your plea, you see the stars return when he grinds his pelvis against your clit. Roughly pushing into you at a quick pace, so deep and quick that you feel his balls hit against you. The room was no longer silent, but filled with each other's moans. “Look at me honey.” Henry pulls his face from your shoulder to look at you. Those ocean blue eyes were gone. All that was left, was the darkness of his pupils and lust. “I love you so much Hen.” He smiles, even though he was obviously straining to breathe. “I love you too [y/n].” With that, he gives you everything he has. 

Henry knows you are close when your walls start to grip onto him, causing him to slowly lose himself. Your hands grab his curly hair, tugging and massaging. Looking into each other’s eyes, you lose yourselves. The feeling of Henry filling you after his release, is one of the best ones you imagine is possible. The sheets beneath you stained with the faintly red evidence of your lost innocence.

You pull Henry down against you. His large frame puts enormous pressure on you, making you giggle. He begins to roll over, but your hands stop him. “Please don’t move.” Henry wraps his arms around you like one of those huge teddy bears you see on Valentine's day. “Okay.” Moments later, you hear faint hums from Henry signaling that he has fallen asleep. 

You simply smile, and fall asleep under your huge teddy bear.

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