Undeniable Attraction (1/?)
Synopsis: Henry Cavill wasn’t searching for a significant other, yet there is just something about Amara Lewis, an American expat who recently relocated to the United Kingdom, that the Man of Steel just can’t get enough of. Will the couple find a way to make their relationship work with Henry’s hectic schedule or will the romance sizzle before it can even begin?
Pairings: Henry Cavill/Black Original Character “Amara Lewis”
Warnings: slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, language, etc.
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Chapter 1: To New Beginnings
London, United Kingdom • February 2018
It was a brisk early February morning in London and Henry pulled his parka closer to his body, desperately seeking warmth from the frigid weather. He walked down the familiar streets where his local Brazilian jiu-jitsu gym was located, his gait quick yet steady. Henry discovered jiu-jitsu some time ago, and ever since his wondrous first class, he trained every chance he could. Now, as Henry proudly acknowledged, with a blue belt in the sport, he spent majority of his time at the gym practicing new techniques via rolling, otherwise known as sparring, with his fellow classmates.
Luckily for him, he could spend hours beyond hours training at the academy, for he had some months before the start of the MI:6 press tour. Yet, as amazing as that sounded, Henry unfortunately had other duties to attend to, such as renovating his kitchen, visiting family and friends, and frequent meetings with his management team. Nevertheless, Henry was ecstatic for the time off.
On his way inside Roger Gracie’s Academy HQ, he nearly collided with a group of teenaged boys.
“Sorry, sir,” one of the boys apologized as Henry sidestepped from their direction.
“No, problem,” he simply smiled with a friendly nod. He watched for a second as the boys teased one another as they walked down the street, the interaction instantly reminding him of the days when he and his brothers used to joke around.
Clearing his throat, Henry snapped out of his reverie, and headed inside the gym. As usual, the gym was filled with students and parents. However, as soon as he entered the venue, the parents’ eyes shifted their gaze from their children and onto him. Grinning sheepishly, he made his way through the sea of eyes towards the owner, Roger, for his private lesson. He tried his best to ignore all of the overly delighted sighs and flirtatious whispers from the mothers, but that was damn near impossible to do.
Don’t get him wrong, Henry was indeed confident in his own being, yet being in close proximity to a large group of mums kind of scared him a bit; made him feel flustered.
Roger chuckled at his misfortune. “You have some fans, I see.”
Henry’s initial response was a dramatic eye roll. “I guess I do, huh?” he mumbled sarcastically.
Roger shook his head mockingly at him then clapped Henry’s back in greeting. “Ready for our lesson, mate?”
Henry smiled widely. “Can’t fucking wait.”
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For a little over an hour, the two men sparred with one another, and Roger would pause every so often in order to coach Henry.
Henry’s focus and performance was impeccable throughout the remainder of the lesson. By the end, Henry felt immensely satisfied with his work ethic as well as out of breath.
Both Roger and Henry sat with their backs against a mirror, gurgled down some water and elevated their breathing before engaging in a light chat. They discusses various topics, including Henry’s schedule for the next few months.
“The work just don’t stop, does it mate?” Roger chortled then took another long sip from his hydro flask.
“You don’t want it to stop because then you can’t get paid,” replied Henry with a raise of an eyebrow.
They both laughed wholeheartedly at the jest. From his peripheral vision, Henry spotted a figure. His head turned in a subconscious reaction and he saw a woman, in a white gi, practicing with one of Roger’s employees. The woman was utterly stunning: her curly black hair tied back in a sleek low bun, pert button nose, brown doe-like eyes bordered by long eyelashes, kissable sultry lips; and soft, blemish-free mahogany skin---not to mention a body that could bring a man into submission.
“Holy fuckin’ Christ.” Henry practically groaned at the sheer sight of her. She’s gorgeous; an undeniable work of art. How the hell didn’t he notice her before? “Is she new?” he questioned as he glanced over at Roger for a quick second.
“Yep. Just started not too long ago. She’s a Yankee, apparently,” answered Roger.
An American? That was different to say the least. “So she lives in London?” Henry’s interest was undoubtedly piqued by the beauty, which was somewhat odd due to the fact that he rarely date anymore. After ending his little rendezvous with stuntwoman, Lucy Cork, whilst filming Mission Impossible: Fallout, Henry sort of disappeared from the dating scene.
Nonetheless, he was also slowly approaching a mid-life crisis. He was in the midst of getting a motorcycle license and finally receiving the roles of his dreams, yet he know that something was missing: a family. All of his friends and even his brothers had a wife or a fiancée. Hell, many of them had the whole package: the wife, the suburban home, a pet, and 2.5 kids.
At times, Henry would delve into a void of loneliness. Living in such a huge house in South Kensington with only his Akita, Kal, as company left Henry feeling depressed on a couple of occasions. As he grew older, he yearned more and more for stability, but only time will tell.
“She must live here because according to our records, she signed up for a one-year membership,” said Roger, shooting Henry an amused look. “You want to meet her or something, mate?”
Letting out a scoff, Henry shook his head in refusal. “Nah, that’s improper, especially while she’s training. I don’t want to intrude.”
Roger shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, mate.”
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Days soon turned into a week and the ethereal goddess became an incessant distraction to Henry’s jiu-jitsu lessons and eventually his livelihood. He saw her on several instances at the market near his home, the coffee shop, and now his preferred fitness center. She had to live close to him; there was no other reason why she kept showing up everywhere.
On an atypical nice afternoon in London, complemented with slight sunshine and a soft breeze, Henry identified the lovely woman through the window of a local coffee shop.
Thoughts immediately swarm his mind about how he should go about greeting her. It’s almost been two weeks since he first saw her at the jiu-jitsu academy, and he had to stop being a pussy and just speak to her, for Christ sakes!
With a long exhale and straightening his broad shoulders, Henry mustered up the courage to shoot his shot.
He set foot inside the establishment with unwavering poise. Kal trotted happily alongside him as Henry sauntered to the counter to order his usual meal: large black coffee with hazelnut cream and a blueberry scone. Once in awhile, as he waited for his hot beverage and treat, he would look over to where the beauty sat. Her posture was perfect in the chair and her fingers twittered rapidly across the keyboard of her MacBook Pro. She would sometimes pause for a moment to take a sip of her tea or a bite from her banana nut muffin. The beauty’s enticing figure caused him to let out a low pleasurable growl, in which he instantly regretted doing.
I’m such a fuckin’ twit!
“Large black coffee and scone for Henry!” a barista sounded out, ripping Henry out of his erratic and self-deprecating thoughts.
He raised his head high to get the barista’s attention. “Right here, mate!”
Coffee and scone in hand, Henry beelined to where the young woman sat.
He cleared his throat, and the deep timbre of his voice startled her. “Shit, sorry. Hello.”
Her doe-like brown eyes widened at him and she lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. “Hello.”
A shy smile appeared on Henry’s face. “Nice weather we’re having, yeah?” Seriously, mate, you start the conversation off by mentioning the weather? Bloody hell. Henry was so tempted to smack his head in embarrassment, but decided not to.
Her curiosity quickly changed into confusion. “Um...yes....I guess.” Then, her eyes squinted and she cocked her head to the side. “Don’t I know you?”
“Well, you probably saw me in a---”
“Oh, yeah!” she interrupted, giving him a bright grin. “You’re that guy from Roger’s jiu-jitsu gym, right? Or am I trippin’?”
Henry laughed nervously, silently thanking Jesus on the fact that she didn’t recognized him from his acting projects. As much as he adored his supportive fans, it was just a marvelous feeling to not be known as a celebrity.
“Why yes I am,” he stated proudly. “I am that guy from Roger’s jiu-jitsu class. My name is Henry.” He gestured to the chair on the opposite side of her. “Do you mind if Kal and i sit with you?”
Her face scrunched up cutely for a couple seconds and she snapped out of her musings to move her belongings in order to give Henry some space. “Of course, yes. Sorry. My name is Amara.”
“No need to apologize”, he assured, taking a seat in the wooden chair. “Amara? What beautiful name.” Kal sat on his hunches next to Henry, tongue lolling out adorably.
“Thank you.” She nodded in Kal’s direction. “Beautiful dog. What breed is he?”
“Kal comes from your neck of the woods; he’s an American Akita.”
She couldn’t help but chortle. “My neck of the woods, eh? I bet I stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Oh, the contrary!” Henry responded with a charming smirk. His darling chin dimple was on full display and she couldn’t deny the fact that he was annoyingly handsome and the epitome of a British gentleman. “Your outfit definitely screams ‘Brit’“.
Amara’s eyes traveled downwards to peek at her outfit of the day, which consisted of a camel jumper, an A-line skirt, tights, over-the-knee boots, a Burberry scarf, and her favorite coat. “You think so?”
Henry chuckled. “Yes. So, I’m actually curious on what brings you to the UK?”
“Job. I’m a business consultant. I’m originally from New York, Brooklyn to be exact, and my firm offered me a promotion but it’s...you know...here.”
He sighed sadly then grimaced. “That has to be difficult with all of your family in the States.”
“It definitely is, yet I’m making it work. Moving to the UK has given me so many opportunities. I have a promotion and a significant pay raise, my home is amazing, and I can easily travel to other countries. Like, I only visited Europe once, and that was in college. I studied abroad for one semester,” she declared, ending her sentence with a satisfied smile. “I have a whole list of countries I want to visit. I can’t wait to cross them off my list.”
Henry took a sip of his coffee. “That sounds fun. I should definitely make a list of my own.”
Amara raised an eyebrow. “What will be on your list?”
Henry pondered for a moment. “Let’s see....United Arab Emirates. I haven’t been to Dubai. I mean, I had a layover there, but I would love to actually visit for holiday. Also, Monaco, some cities in the South of France, Indonesia, Thailand....that’s all I can think of right now unfortunately.”
Amara grinned coyly at Henry. “Hmm, perhaps we could go together. Your list matches mine.”
She was definitely flirting with him. Henry was sure of it. “If we were to make these travel arrangements together, don’t you think I should get your number?”
Her jaw went agape for a quick second before she ultimately changed her facial expression into a sly smirk. “Okay, Henry! You waste no time, huh?”
“Time is of the essence, sweetheart,” he noted cockily, giving her a wink.
Amara could only laugh at his foolishness as she wrote down her number on a napkin. She handed it to him. “Here ya go, mister. I suggest that prior to exploring the world with one another, we should maybe go on a few dates first. Ya know, to test our compatibility.”
“I definitely concur, love. Any place you have in mind?”
Amara shrugged her shoulders. “Not really. Just show me what London has to offer.”
What London has to offer, eh? Well, challenge accepted. “Of course, I’ll text you the details.” He sat for some more time to finish his cup of coffee and chat with Amara. Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. “Sorry,” he muttered as he retrieved the device from his coat pocket. His notifications banner was filled with emails from his management team and a text from his brothers about an impromptu meet-up at one of their favorite pubs. Bloody hell. As much as he would love to continue conversing with Amara, he had to meet with his brothers. The last time he saw them was in Jersey for Christmas.
Henry glanced at Amara, woefully. “I must apologize, my dear Amara, but I have to leave. My brothers want to have supper with me and the last time I saw---”
“It’s totally okay, Henry,” Amara pronounced with a dismissive wave. “Family comes first. Just text me about the date.” She nibbled on her bottom lip in a nervous yet seductive manner and Henry yearned to kiss her right then and there.
“Thank you so much for understanding.” Henry stood up and Amara did the same.
They both embraced to bid farewell and Henry placed a soft kiss onto her cheek.
“See ya later, Henry,” she whispered in his ear.
“Until next time, sweetheart,” he replied with a smile. “C’mon Kal, let’s get you back home, yeah?”
Kal barked in agreement and then they were off. Amara plopped into her seat and heaved a dreamy sigh.
Maybe moving to London was not as bad as she originally thought?
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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Hey I saw on your misc fic rec blog that you’re into the new Witcher series!?! Can I get some smexy Geralt Headcanons about Geralt with a petit reader? Maybe an NSFW alphabet in the future?
I am myself very petit so I love imagining Geralt being a gentle giant when he’s with his little love. So for all my little ladies out there, please enjoy ;) NSFW content is under the cut.
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Geralt and you have a tradition that when he first walks in through the door of your shared cottage he always greets you with a bear hug in which he lifts you off the ground before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that says “I missed you” better than any verbal sentiment ever could.
It’s not uncommon that you and Geralt cook your dinner together, and when you’re trying to reach high cupboards or trying to manage 5 tasks at once, he’s always there to offer his giant hands to help, which are typically resting readily on your hips while you busy yourself chopping or peeling.
He loves that your head lands right on his broad chest when he hugs you, because he can easily stroke your hair, kiss the crown of your head, etc. While also having easy access to let his hands drift down and grasp at your bottom, which always makes you squeal with surprise and delight, and he thinks that might just be his favorite sound.
When you two are in bed, his feet nearly hang off the end of the bed while you have a good foot of mattress to spare. Though, no matter how much space there’s available to spread out in, you always end up half-way on top of him, your face firmly pressed into his neck and your leg draped over his waist.
He knows that you love to play with his hair, and it’s just as enjoyable for him, so he regularly kneels down or sits in a chair while you stand so you can brush and stroke the white strands, silently drinking in his deep breaths and gentle hums.
Jaskier has always made a game of teasing your size, but became routine when you and Geralt finally got together. He even wrote a song about “Geralt of Rivia’s half-dwarf lover”. You giggle every time he mentions it in front of Geralt, which earns Jaskier a gentle punch in the gut.
(Though, he doesn’t mind hearing that sweet, melodic laugh of yours, no matter what causes it)
Things in the bedroom are quite interesting as a result of your size difference. There’s only so many positions you can manage because he is so much larger and heavier than you. So, you two make up for it with a lot of adventurous locations and some naughty activites that precede your actual sex.
You tease him quite a lot, which he finds trouble punishing you for because you can so easily put on an innocent, helpless facade that discourages him from ever clapping back at your devious actions.
Baths with Geralt are very relaxing because on top of the warmth of the water enveloping you and easing the tension in your muscles, Geralt’s skin and taught muscles are so nice to lean into and stroke under the water.
He’s also got a tendency to be very gentle and sensual in the bath, washing your hair for you, caressing your skin, washing you and massaging every muscle he can reach. He spends the whole bath planting gentle, wet kisses along your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings that make you eager to finish up in the water and drown between the sheets with the man that’s loving on you so tenderly.
He abides by your request to still be rough with you when you want it, despite how easily he could hurt you, but there’s always a delicate tint to his touches that melts your heart and turns your legs to jelly.
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