Against all odds - 2.3
It seems you didn’t like the previous part so much. Maybe because there’s no sex in it, but I really wanna save the steamy parts for the grand final.
Till then you will get a little more of Henry and MC dealing with their feelings. Hope you like it anyway. If so it would be great if you leave me a like, comment or reblog, if not, please tell me why. It would be helpful for the upcoming chapters.
Against all odds - 2.3
Henry Cavill x MC
Summary: A new hope and bad news for Henry
When they met for their daily dog walk the next morning, Henry’s heart was beating so fast he was afraid he might have a heart attack. Anna looked wonderful as ever greeting him with a wide smile and a cheerful “Good morning”. “Good morning”, Henry replied, trying to pretend he was not going to hyperventilate any moment. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah, sure. Very well.” Anna was surprised how easily the lie slipped from her lips. The truth was, nothing was all right. She was a nervous wreck and had hardly slept last night. Covering up the dark shadows under her eyes had taken her forever but Henry seemed to notice them anyway.
“Really? You look tired. Didn’t sleep well?” He gave her a funny look.
“What? No…slept like a baby. Everything’s fine.”
He couldn’t believe that she obviously tried to act like nothing had ever happened. Okay, he thought. She’s trying to play it cool. I’m in.
Walking side by side with Henry, the dogs far ahead, she stared at her feet avoiding his gaze. When the silence grew uncomfortable she tried to start a harmless conversation.
“So how are the rehearsals going?”
“Great. The colleagues are really nice and we’re on target.”
“We’re alle pretty excited though. Its only a few weeks to go till the premiere.”
“Yeah, of course.”
God, she really sucked at smalltalk. That was her german side shining through.
“I still can’t believe you’re part of the Royal Shakespeare Company. This is huge, Henry. Really. You’re going to be the perfect Macbeth.“Another attempt to keep the conversation running. "Thanks. I hope so. I guess Macbeth should be your type…bad boy-villain-kind of guy.”
He winked and gave her one of his killer smiles which made her almost tripp over a large branch lying on the path. Stumbling sidewards she literally landed right in his arms. “Hey, hey….hold your horses, princess”. The way he looked her in the eyes, sent shivers down her spine, her body going all goose-pimply by his touch. She stepped back from him, straightening her jacket. “Sorry”, she mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.
And that was the very moment Henry realized he had a chance. He saw it in her eyes and her body language told him she wasn’t as relaxed as she tried to pretend. So she had decided to say nothing at all about yesterday’s incident. All right. He was okay with that unless there was still hope that she returned his feelings. Her silence didn’t say
“Henry, you are all I’ve ever wanted. I love you like crazy, take me and shag me senseless till the end of time.”
But it didn’t say “Ew, gross, Henry. Leave me alone, stupid meathead…I just want you as a brotherly friend” either.
He was a tenacious man, ready to wait patiently for an opportunity to finally win her heart.
20 minutes later they had a short break at the little lake that belonged to Braxton Park. The Labradors and Kal were playing in the water, Anna and Henry stood side by side at the shore watching them in silence.
Suddenly her phone rang. Suprised she took it out of her pocket to see who called her.
‘Milton’ her display showed. Henry successfully faught the urge to roll his eyes.
“Sorry, I’ll have to take this” she said with an apologetic look.
“Hey Milton” she answered the call, a bright smile spreading on her face.
Luckily she stayed put, so that Henry couldn’t avoid overhearing.
“Good morning, angel.”
Angel? What the fuck? This little chat pissed him off already.
“I hope I’m not interrupting something.”
Yes, you are…
“No, you’re not. We’re just walking the dogs.”
“Yeah, me and our new neighbour.”
“Oh. Right. Superman, huh?”
Yes, Superman, toff.
“Um, yes.” Anna replied, smiling sheepishly.
“What’s up, Mils?”
“Well I just wanted to ask if you still want to come visit me for a few days.”
“Yes. Of course.”
Shit. That sucked.
“Great. Maybe you want to come next week? We’ll have a consultant from monday to friday. She’s going to give us some information about sustainable energies and what we can change inside and outside to live and work more climate friendly. This might be interesting for Braxton too, so I thought you might want to join in.”
Oh…here we go again. Saint Milton.
“That would be fantastic. I just discussed that topic with uncle George and Thomas the other day. Maybe you could also show me your organic farming. We are thinking about converting ours too and to serve all-organic food in the B&B.”
“Sure thing. Feel free to take charge of me, sweetie.”
“Great. You’re a darling, Milton.”
“Always at your service, angel.”
God…what a cheese ball.
“Well, it’s settled then. Why don’t you come on sunday.”
“Sounds great. Let’s sort out the details later, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Sure. Bye then, Anna.”
Henry gave her a half-hearted smile. “A trip to Yorkshire. Nice.”
“Yes. Absolutely. I’m really looking forward to it. Milton is such a great host, staying at Brankhurst is always fun. Plus I haven’t seen him in ages.”
“Just don’t enjoy it too much. I would hate to lose you to him.” he answered, hiding how much he really feared this scenario by grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Well, we’ll see.”