Henry Cavill Imagines

We Cant Stop

You panted sliding down the wall drenched in sweat and a water bottle clutched in between the palms of your hands. It had been hours since you and Henry arrived at the dance studio. Four since Henry  started teaching you a dance he had recently started to choreograph. And you were very much dying of exhaustion.

Here's the thing about Henry nothing in this world could ever tire him out. Which is why you should've known better when you had offered to help him out. But he had gotten so happy that his eyes lit up like the night stars that you couldn't take back your offer

"We've been at it for hours...how do you still have energy?" You unscrewed the cap of your water bottle pretty much gulped it down.

"I've been doing this for years," Henry shrugged while he stopped his movements and ran a hand through his hair frustrated that he couldn't move on to the next eighth count.

"May I remind you that I've been dancing longer than you." You threw your head back resting it against the wall behind you setting the empty water bottle down next to you. "So technically your theory doesn't make sense," you shrugged throwing your bottle cap at him accidentally hitting Henry  in the face.

Henry  stomped his foot on the ground and glared at you. Making you feel smaller than usual. "Sorry I didn't mean to hit you."

"Do you ever stop talking." Henry asked crossing his arms in front of him his look so intense that if it could kill you would definitely be ten feet underground.

"Excuse me?" You stood up slowly confused and taken back by his comment.

"Just...stop talking and let me think for once." Henry shook his head and went back to dancing. You felt the anger rise inside of as you went over to the speakers and shut the music off making him stop mid-movement.

"What the hell?" Henry looked at you through the mirror this time it was you who was glaring at him.

"Why are you being so pissy all of a sudden. I know you're frustrated but you don't have to talk to me like especially when I'm trying to help you out." You slowly made your way towards him trying to calm your rising anger.

"It's just this has never happened to me before." Henry sighed running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." Henry pouted reaching his arms and hugging your waist tightly. Henry buried his face into your neck making you sigh.

"Damn right you shouldn't have." You hugged him back running your hands up and down his back cringing at how damp his shirt was. "You're being way too hard on yourself let's take a break and then we can come back and continue this." You kissed his temple and felt him relax in your arms

"I think I rather go home and continue tomorrow." Henry raised his head and looked at you. "I may have lied when I said I wasn't tired." Henry smiled slightly making you giggle.

"Alright then let's go, I think you can use a massage." You smiled digging your fingers into his tense shoulders making him cringe.

"But don't be so rough please." Henry grabbed your hand intertwining his hands into yours. "I'm fragile."

"it's funny how you think you're off the hook for speaking to me the way you did earlier. Now let's go."