The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe Malfunction
Why, oh, why have you left it to the last minute to try and find a costume for a party you've known about for at least two weeks! You spent all day looking around town for something to wear. It's Halloween how hard could it be to find a costume? As you found out, unless you fit in children's costumes... It was very hard. Heading home you finally remembered you had costumes back from your time in college.
Rummaging at the back of your closet you fished out a plastic storage box that was rammed with old costumes you wore during your party days. Pulling out the costumes. A flapper, a sexy nurse, a sexy nun. Scoffing at your younger self for the costume choices. You sat on the floor humming and ahhing trying to figure out what to wear. Your thought process was interrupted when your phone buzzed. Reaching for your phone a smile forms across your lips as you read the name that popped up. Opening the message, it reads:
'Hey baby, can't wait to see you tonight. [Lion emoji]' Seeing his messages always send your butterflies fluttering. You sat there for a good minute holding the phone to your chest. As the feeling fades and your mind comes crashing back down to reality your face is left with a furrowed brow. Looking back at your phone you typed a message back.
'Can't wait to see you Hen-bear. What you wearing tonight??!' You waited for an answer that would never arrive. Shrugging your shoulders, you grabbed the Witch outfit. It was Halloween after all, can never go wrong with a Witch.
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After showering and getting yourself ready you get a call from Henry.
"Hey [your f/n], car will be picking you up in about 10 minutes. Then it will come to mine and we'll arrive together. See you in a bit, baby." He finished his sentence with a roar, which made you chuckle slightly albeit slightly confused and taken back by it.
"Okay see you then sweetie." The call ended, and you had 10 minutes to make sure you looked good and presentable. Standing in front of the mirror you look over yourself. Making sure the make-up was right and not too clowny. You wanted to look good after all. Your main concern was the outfit that was a couple of years old... It fitted okay when you were standing still and breathing in slightly... In the years since putting on the witch costume you'd become more of a woman to love. You weren't fat by any means, but your body was softer and there was more to grab. The black lace and crushed velvet dress hugged your body in all the right places, looking more like Morticia, from the Addams family, than the wicked witch of the west.
Hearing the car pull up, you make a quick dash for your small handbag. "Housekeys? Check. Lipstick? Check. Aaannndddd... Phone. Three for three." You gave yourself a small victory cheer before shutting the door and getting in the car. While sitting in the car you do the most English thing anyone does in a taxi or an Uber. "Are you having a nice evening? On for long? Have you got many jobs after this one?" You and the driver small talked for about 30 minutes by the time it took you to get to Henry's place. While Henry walked down the driver to the car, you were able to ogle at him. He wore a crocheted lion hat that had a tasselled mane that came down to his broad shoulders. A tight Muscletech tee that hugged his muscular frame. The tee looked stretched over his bloated biceps and stuck tightly to his pecs, almost giving the illusion of support. Could his shorts be any shorter, you thought to yourself. A slutty 4-inch seam on the inside showing off his powerful legs.
As he got in the car, he filled most of the back seat with his mass and might. His legs spread out in different area-codes." Hey babe." He leaned over pressing his lips to your cheek for a quick kiss before putting his seat belt on. "Looking great." He winked at you, making your toes curl and your fanny to flutter. He then spoke in the voice he uses for when he's being Geralt of Rivia. "Hmm. Fuck. I do like sorceresses." He then laughed, lightly slapping his massive hand down on your thigh to comfort you. Either your face must have been embarrassed or looking like you'll pounce on him in the car. Not that the two of you have fooled around in a car before...
"What's with the costume?" You ask him, casting your eyes over him once more. Taking in all the mountain of man beside you. Your eyes fell on the large mound at his crotch. Henry was a big guy all over, and sometimes had a hard time hiding his bulge. You quickly butt in before he answers your first question. "Shorts so short, your boxer briefs are sticking out passed them." You chuckle, playfully nudging him with a hand of yours only for said hand to be engulfed by his mitts as he held yours. Using his thumb to stroke over the back of your soft hands.
"First of all... I'm a football mascot for England. One of the three Lions." With his free hand he pointed to the Lion hat. "Lion. And football gear." Using his index finger and thumb he plucked at the tight fabric, letting it snap back into place against his body. "Secondly... I'm not wearing boxer briefs. Just briefs... Which." He looked at you with a knowing look. "There's a lot to fit in them. Can't wait to take them off." With the same breath he leaned into you again to whisper. "I hope you're not wearing --any-." Feeling his stubble tickle the side of your face made you squirm in your seat. The warmth of his breath in your ear. Heavens. You sat there hoping you hadn't left a wet spot on the seat. Henry's wish wouldn't have been hard as you didn't wear any. The undies you had created the line around your waist and butt cheeks.
"I didn't realize football mascots were for Halloween." You smirked over at him, your eyes drinking in the sight of your lover. Henry's eyes widened in realization.
"Fuck!" He threw his head back into the headrest and covered his eyes with his free hand. "I forgot to tell you... It's not a Halloween party. Derek's Birthday is close to Halloween and he's ended up hating it. So when he has a party, it's things other than Halloween." You started to panic. The last thing you wanted to do was to look out of place. It would be like the scene in Mean Girls where Lindsay Lohan turns up as a ghoul and everyone else looks hot. Cavill laughed to put your mind at ease. "Just say you're Morticia. That's from a movie, doesn't need to be Halloween." He let go of your hand and slipped it behind the small of your back to hold you from a seat away.
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Once the both of you get to the location of the party, you toss aside the witches hat you were going to wear. Aren't a witch no more! Joined at Henry's hip, due to his hand on your ass, the two of you do the rounds greeting the people and his friends. Usually, your head came to Henry's chest, something you loved; those furry pillows to rest your head against when he was shirtless. With the heels you wore, you came up to his shoulder. Admittedly both of you liked the size difference.