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"Hen please" you beg, clutching the small squeeze tube in your hands "please, please, please, please, please... just this once, I promise"
He lets out an exaggerated sigh and looks at you as you pout and give him your best puppy dog eyes, puppy dog eyes you know he can never say no to.
"OK... ok, just this once" he says, biting back a laugh as you let out an excited squeak and bounce on the spot.
"Have I ever told you you're the best boyfriend ever?" you ask as you take his hand and and all but drag him upstairs into the master ensuite.
"Not today" he tells you while you struggle to climb onto the vanity.
He can't help but chuckle as you let out a small huff and look up at him with a pout before he grips your hips and lifts you, gently setting you on the cold marble surface.
"You are the best boyfriend ever" you say, a smile spreading across your face as you wrap your arms around his neck.
You've never been more confident about a statement in your entire life, he's the best man you've ever known. You'll never understand what he sees in you.
"I love you" he whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
"I love you too" you whisper back before pressing your lips to his.
He lets out a soft hum and pulls you closer, your legs resting either side of his as the kiss deepens.
"Stop distracting me" you mumble against his lips as he runs his hands up the back of
his
your shirt, his fingers giving you goosebumps as they brush against your spine.
"You kissed me" he reminds you, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away.
"And you're trying to get in my pants. I'm a lady Mr Cavill" you say, trying and failing to look offended at his actions.
"You weren't a lady last night" he says with a smirk. You bite back a whimper, your face heating up as the memory of what he did to you the night before flashes in your mind.
"Let's get this over with then" he sighs, already regretting agreeing to let you torture him with your newest beauty product.
"You act like I'm about to do surgery on you" you chuckle, pecking the tip of his nose.
"You could be. I've seen you do all this beauty stuff, some of it’s scary" he says, eyeing the mysterious product in her hand.
"You're a big boy, you'll be ok" you tell him with a grin before opening the tube and peeling off the safety seal.
"Is that glitter?" he asks, watching you squeeze out some of the contents onto your fingers.
"Yep" you say, popping the p as you start applying the sticky, glitter filled gel across his face, the tip of your tongue poking out of the side of your mouth as you concentrate.
You've been wanting to do this for months, it has to be perfect.
Once you're satisfied with your work, you spin around and tie the lions mane you call your hair up on the top of your head before applying the gel to your own face, making sure to avoid the fresh piercing on your nose.
You finally got it done after wanting it for well over a year and you’re in love with it, unlike your mother who had a meltdown and proceeded to lecture you about how you’d made the biggest mistake of your life the second she saw the tiny diamond stud.
Thank God she doesn’t know about your tattoo.
After one final check to make sure everything is evenly applied, you close the cap tightly on the tube and put it away in your skin care cabinet behind the mirror before leaning back against Henry’s chest.
“How long until I can take this pixie vomit off my face?” he asks in a deadly serious tone that makes you look at him in the mirror with a frown, questioning what you just heard.
“Pixie vomit?” you ask confused. What the hell is he on about?
“Yeah, looks like a pixie threw up on my face. That or a unicorn shat on me” he tells you with a nod, followed by a grin as you let out a snort.
“Oh my god, Hen” you gasp between your laughter. You’ll never get tired of how he makes you laugh. It’s one of your favourite things about him.
“You didn’t answer my question” he says, pouting dramatically.
“About twenty minutes, give or take” you tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his pout.
“Peaky Blinders?” he asks as he lifts you off the counter and sets you down.
You don’t know why it’s taken you so long to watch it, but you’re hooked. Both of you are.
“Always” you reply, looking up at him with a cheeky grin as you slip off
his
your tee to reveal your new lingerie piece before walking into your shared master bedroom.
He quickly follows you, hugging you from behind and pulling you flush against his chest.
“You little minx” he whispers in your ear before pressing a few kisses down the side of your neck, making you whimper quietly as you tilt your head to the side.
“You don’t like it? That’s a shame, it was rather pricy. I guess I can return it” you say with a pout, feigning disappointment.
“I didn’t say that!” he blurts out, almost choking on air. You have to bite your lip hard to keep yourself from laughing. He’s so adorable when he’s flustered.
“So, you do like it?” you ask, grinning at him.
“I fucking love it. But I think it’ll look better on the floor though. Much, much better” he says with a smirk before taking your hand and guiding you to do a spin, showing off the lacy emerald green teddy that hugs ever curve of your body perfectly.
You let out a squeal when his hand connects with your bare ass, stinging and turning red as the sound of skin on skin rings in your ears.
“Excuse you, hands you yourself Mr Cavill” you playfully scold, slapping his hand away from you.
He just smirks at you, at least you think it’s a smirk, he can’t really move his face with the mask starting to dry.
“Come on, we’ve got some Birmingham gangsters to watch” he says before getting on the bed and crawling over to his side.
You take the opportunity while he’s in the compromising position to get some payback and slap his ass, hard.
He lets out a yelp and quickly sits on his ass before glaring at you while you let out an evil laugh.
“What’s wrong, Bear?” you ask innocently, biting back a smirk as you climb onto the bed next to him.
“Nothing” he mumbles, making you chuckle quietly as he clears his throat and turns his attention to the TV.
You snuggle into his side as he starts up Netflix, letting out a content hum when he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.
You’ll take this, cuddling on the bed and watching TV with your man while your face mask dries, over partying every single day.
Two episodes later and you’ve both forgotten about the glitter filled pixie unicorn concoction that’s well and truly dried on your faces as you watch Tommy offer to flip a coin with Aberama Gold.