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If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 27: Hallow’s Eve (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

CHAPTER 27: HALLOW’S EVE

“You don’t look like Peeta.” You quirk your eyebrow at Henry humorously. Truthfully he looked better.

“But I do look like a tribute.” He shrugs. “A bad one, maybe?” He grabs you and pulls you against his chest, your hands landing on his pecs as you look up at him. His voice deepens. “Wanna stay alive? Stay with me, little girl. Never leave my side.”

You laugh at him, but then he kisses you in such a way that you are sure you could be late for the party. “Henry…” In the privacy of the trailer it was way too easy for that to happen. “We could be late for the party.”

His gaze moves over you appreciatively. “Yeah.”

You smile up at him. “Behave.”

“I am behaving,” he says with mock innocence. “Just badly.” He starts backing you toward the bedroom door and a knock interrupts you. “Damn it!”

You giggle at him and he does not relinquish his hold on you as you circle him and edge toward the door. “Yes?”

“Hey, where’s the wine?” Stuart calls from outside.

“Stuart—” Stella admonishes and after hearing Stuart say, “ow” you start laughing.

“It’s in the truck,” Henry rolls his eyes. “Let’s get going.”

You edge up and kiss his nose, making him grin. He rubs his nose against yours, and for some reason, this makes your heart swell. You have always been one for the little things-random snuggles and touches as if he can’t keep his hands off you, making you feel like you are loved and treasured. And when you do it to him, you watch his eyes light and spark, sometimes a small smile tugging at those kissable lips of his that is just as good as him walking over and kissing you literally. You love him. So much. You drop your gaze shyly. “We’d better get going.”

He lets you go slowly. “You won’t always get away that easily, kitten.”

You get goosebumps but manage a smile, walking out. He follows you out and you all head to the truck. He hands Stuart a case of beer, hands you and Stella appetizer plates, and then takes the case of wine for himself. You make the walk to the set, sounds of laughter and music become closer as you get closer.

Dusk closes in on the place, and it looks magical. Small torches are set on every reachable flat surfaces, giving it a surreal feel-tribal and primitive. You feel like you could possibly be in Hunger Games.

People gather on the bridge and platforms, eating food and milling about talking. One platform becomes a small dance floor, and people look on and watch. You feel Henry put his arms around your waist and you lean back into him, reveling in the feel of his body against yours, his arms around you. You both wore jackets, but he is what warms you against the night.

You go dance with some of the actors, while Henry and Kal watch you. You keep looking at him, wishing he would dance, but you are happy he encourages you to go ahead without him. You are twirled and swayed as the music plays, but your eyes are for him. When the music changes, you get off the floor and sit in his lap, a little breathless, but once again, enjoying his arms encircling you.

“You’re a really good dancer,” he nods.

“The school I went to required we learn the basics,” you nod. “It was a lot of fun-“ You hear your name called, and see Stella waving from the food and drinks table with Stuart. “Be right back--”

He catches your hand. “Remember—”

“No drinking,” you say softly. Even though you are not sure you are pregnant, he has decided to err to the side of caution, making you wonder what he has been thinking. You open your mouth to ask, think better of it, and kiss him before heading over to see Stella. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Stella smiles, standing in her white shirt with an “S” on it. “Think you can man the table for me? Stuart wants to dance.” You look at Stuart, who is in a grey shirt and with a black “P” on it, smiling at their light grey caps.

“Sure, go ahead.” You watch them in their salt and pepper costumes and begin to serve food and drinks to people. You pour yourself a elderberry juice with Dry London Spirit, smiling at the mix in your cardboard cup, and take a sip. You smile at them, and then see Cynthia.

You go to Cynthia at the end of the table. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Cynthia says. “How’s it going?”

“Okay,” you grin. “Stuart and Stella look really nice out there.” You wave at them and they wave back.

“They’re cute,” Cynthia shrugs.

“Something I can get you?” You ask.

“Sure.”

You serve her food and a small wine.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing,” you nod, seeing Hannah and Archer come. “Hey guys!”

“Hey!” Hannah waves.

The dark shirts and khakis made you guess.  “Let’s see…Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable?”

“Oh, my God!” Hannah’s eyes widen. “You got it!”

“I liked the show when I was a kid,” you shrug.

Archer nods impressed with your answer and gives Hannah a look. “I’ll let you girls chat.” He leaves you two alone at the table, and you give a polite smile. You haven’t had kind words in some time.

“Hey,” Hannah greets. “Working the party?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I told Stella if she needs a break, let me know.”

“But you’re not with catering,” Hannah points out.

“This party isn’t like that,” you nod. “You didn’t bring anything?”

“Oh, I brought candy,” Hannah said with a smile. “Easy stuff.”

“Oh, okay.” You see Cynthia wave you over. “Did you want anything?”

“Just beers,” she shrugs.

You walk over to the cooler and get the beers.

“Thanks,” she smiles a little. “I…I just wanted to say I’m sorry about…the Henry thing. He really, really likes you.”

“Thanks,” you tell her. “I kinda miss our art sessions.”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, I still would love to illustrate a book you write someday.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” you say. “but, you and Archer are—”

“He’s a really good guy,” Hannah nods. “I mean, some people act like they like you and they don’t, you know?” Her look is meaningful as she says the words slowly. “He is really nice, but some people? No.”

You blink at this, frowning. “Hannah, what are you trying to tell me?”

Her eyes slide off to the dance floor where Cynthia, Stella and Stuart are dancing. They are all waving at you.

You feel your heart in your throat. “Hannah—” You turn to find her gone.

Stella and Stuart return, and you smile, still feeling shaken about Hannah’s warning. You and Stella have been tight almost all summer. The idea of her not really being a friend hurts. Cynthia’s a cool boss and Stuart you barely know.

You return to Henry with your drink and a paper bowl of water. “Here you go, Kal.” You set the bowl down, and sit on his lap.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, just—” you shake your head. “God, I’m just being silly.”

“What is it?”

“Hold my drink,” you say. “Ladies room.”

“Okay,” Henry nods. “We’ll talk when you get back.”

“It’s silly—” you watch him slightly raise his eyebrow. “Okay, we’ll have a laugh.” You go to the bathroom and return.

“Well?”

“Strangest thing,” you say to him. “Hannah sounded like she was trying to warn me.”

“About what?” he asks with a slight frown.

“She apologized for being jealous and warned me about people pretending to like me.”

He exhales heavily. “Sounds—”

“It’s the way she said it, Dal,” you say softly. “Like she was warning me. And she looked at Stella, Stuart and Cynthia on the dance floor.”

“Well, that doesn’t help,” Henry thought aloud. “Are you sure she was looking at them and not someone else?”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head. You look down at Henry’s hand, which is holding an empty beer bottle. “Let me get you another one.”

“Thanks,” he smiles.

You rise and take the bottle to the garbage can, throwing it away, and getting a fresh bottle. You down your drink and get a bottled water for yourself.

As you approach Henry, it hits you. You suddenly don’t feel well, and it’s hard to breathe. Your steps slow, and Henry’s eyes widen. He stands, looking at you. You feel it, down your throat, the tightening. You didn’t taste it at first, but there it is, and it wasn’t there before:

Grapefruit.

You’re allergic to it…you’re terribly allergic to it. You usually can smell it before you consume it, stop yourself, but you didn’t. You feel your throat close, and you grab your throat, dropping the beer and the water. The beer bottle breaks and crashes on the stone floor. Henry races for you, and you hear a scream as you go down. The night is spinning as you struggle to breathe.

Henry goes into your leg pack as people crowd you.

“Is she okay?”

“What’s happening?”

“What’s going on?”

“Oh my God, get the doctor!”

“Get the doctor!” Henry orders. “NOW!” You feel a stab in your leg. “Come on, baby. Come on, I’ve got you…”

You vomit and feel yourself turned to your side, causing the crowd to make some sort of far away noises you can’t make out and then you are put on your back again. You see the sky. You see the trees. You feel your legs being lifted above your heart. You see people around you, looking upset or scared…Henry holding you…Stella in standing in shocked tears as Stuart holds her…Hannah shaking her head with her mouth covered while Archer looks at you, upset…Colin…frowning at you…then his eyes wander…to Cynthia, her expressionless face looking at yours as if waiting…but for what?

Henry shakes you slightly. “Don’t do that, don’t pass out…”

“Hen…ry…” But you can’t hold, even as you feel your throat start to open a little. You can barely breathe…

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Leading Lady, Chapter 8: Sleepover (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 8: Sleepover (Kitara POV)

It was sort of weird.

I glanced over at Shane from outside the living room window, just sipping a beer and watching TV as I grilled. Did I know he would be here? I had bought his favorite beer just in case. I had even bought steaks to grill, but my son Xavier would have devoured them, too. Besides, grilling meant he could relax in the house and I'd have a minute playing hostess and getting myself together.

I honestly didn't know where I stood. He was happy-or smug-when he found me at first. Then he went from that to being sort of angry and disappointed. And I went from anxious to really anxious and a bit--no very-embarrassed. Now we had this sort of truce going on. What the hell was that?

"How's it coming?"

I turned to see him standing there. He was in a t-shirt and sweats that Xavier left in the dryer. They were the same height and their build was similar.  I did tell him to get comfortable, didn't I? I had hoped he would have diminished somehow, but he didn't. The t-shirt only emphasized lines of definition and then the sweats, that five o'clock shadow...I averted my eyes and looked at the steaks.

"Kit?"

"Oh, not long now." I smiled. Was he smirking?

"Do I smell..." he frowned, yet his smile was somehow intact.

"Vegetable shiskebabs?"

"They smell delicious."

"There's tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms or tomatoes, squash, zucchini and mushrooms." I shrugged. "Give it a try, you might like it." I took a sip of my cranberry juice. I usually love it, but today it seemed drier than usual.

"What are those?" he asked, seeing I had two containers of brats.

"American bratwurst," I answered. "Those have no beer. These do."

He raised his eyebrows a little. "That's very considerate of you."

I gave him a small smile.

"As well as the beer, thank you." He toasted me and took a sip.

"Trying to be a good host," I shrugged. "I was supposed to take those to the office before I..." My voice trailed off. If I wasn't cooking I would have hit myself in the forehead. Why did I bring that up? I focused on the last of the meat and veggies on the grill, trying to think of what to say.

"Why were you trying to run from me?" He shook his head. "One more time for the class?"

My head snapped up. How does he move like that?  He was in the doorway, and now he's right here, and I detected nothing. Talk about someone being under your radar. "I told you."

"Told me what, Kit?" he asked. "I still don't understand."

I took a deep breath, and piled the last of the food into their containers. That didn't take as long as I hoped and I ruined it by referring to the elephant in the room like it was my best friend. "Okay, I said I didn't want you to be disappointed, but I didn't want the disappointment. either."

"You keep saying that." He set down his empty beer bottle. "I don't get it."

I had to take a deep breath. "Okay--"

His face changed. "Okay, wait a second. You're done out here?"

"Yes, but--"

He put the covers on the containers and picked them up. "Where do you want these?"

"Kitchen counter is fine." I scurried to open the door for him. "Thank you." I followed him in. He set them down, turned and took my hand, leading me back to the living room. We sat down, and much to my relief, Zeus walked up his stairs and sat between us.

"Go on."

Talk about comfort animal. I began stroking Zeus as I talked. "Years ago, when my first book came out, I did a video and my views went down. Talked about my life, it happened again." I decided to get up. “Let’s plate, huh?”

He didn't react. His jaw slightly tightened as he followed me. He sat on a stool as I made plates for us. “Views went down?”

"I realized I didn't look as an author should."

"And how is a writer supposed to look?"

"We are in the digital age," I told him. "It's like you can't just put a book out anymore. You need a famous name, a famous look or one hell of an internet personality. Think about it: Since when did authors start doing commercials for their books? They are, you know, even some of the best sellers." He didn't seem to have an answer so I went on. "And, I am a little older than the digital age. I don't need attention as much as I want connection and recognition through my words."

"You connected well with me," he said. "I loved your stories, every one."

He seemed so sincere. "But you never saw me. When you thought of Kendra Knight, how did you think she looked?" The question hung in the air. "I don't look like Kianna, the one who wrote the steamy stories. I don't even look like Kendra, the paranormal action writer. I'm just Kiki, or Kit."

"But they're all you."

"Remember what I said about love?" I asked. "That love--"

"Love is always a gift, but when it is reciprocated, it is a miracle?"

I gasped. He remembered that quote?! I didn't realize how much he paid attention to the books and texts till that moment. "No one will remember who wrote that," I told him. "But when you say it, that's what they will remember, get it?"

"But what about the fans who want to meet you?" He shook his head at me as if I missed something. "I wanted to."

"And now that you have?"

"I'm glad I did," he smiled, taking my hands in his.

He seemed relaxed so I chanced asking, "You're not mad then?"

He thought about it.  "I am starting to understand, but I think you don't give yourself or fans enough credit, not to mention me."

I sighed heavily. I wish I could make him understand, but I adored him for not being able to. He pulled me into his arms and just held me. "What-why-?"

"Because you need one," he said softly, rubbing my back. "I saw it in your eyes."

How often am I held? I usually do the holding. I found myself melting into him, the heat of his body, the softness of skin and firmness underneath. He rocked me gently, and I nuzzled his chest. I gasped. I looked up at him, trying to decide if I should apologize, open my mouth at all. Instead, I averted my eyes to that mat of hair peeking out that I was trying desperately not to nuzzle again. I took a deep breath, it was shaky. I didn't know what to do.

"Question," He laughed at me, and kissed my forehead, tipping my chin up so our eyes would meet. "Am I friend or foe?"

"Friend." I whispered, but I was feeling more than that, and even his eyes seemed to say more than that, but I didn't dare point it out.

"That's how it begins, they say," he said softly.

"What?"

"Everything that matters," he said softly. I suddenly felt terribly young and clueless. "Movies? Youtube? Satellite?” He took our plates. “Name your pleasure, time to veg out."

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