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After The Baftas	By : SpringyMinx Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Ricky Gervais personally and the story is fictional. I am in no way profiting financially from this material.

Chapter List
- 1-After The Baftas
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American award ceremonies never motivated Ricky Gervais to leave the comfort of his home and fly across the world to attend.

If he happened to be there for work or promoting a new series, he might. But it wasn't likely.

So it surprised him to find an American writer appeared at the British Academy Of Film & Television Awards, also known to England as the BAFTAs. Not even he bothered to be at every event.

But this was an exception and he won, best comedy performance for "Extras". A worth while reason to have been there though the after parties didn't entertain him.

Which is where he met Linda Burke. An accomplished writer in her early thirties who came with a colleague, but ended up on her own making small talk with Ricky.

She was thrilled to meet him, despite appearing at the party empty handed. Still Linda didn't mind and he was flattered by how closely she'd followed his career.

Crediting him for the success that landed her where she was that sunny afternoon and the two of them decided to escape the Hollywood crowd and go back to her beach resort.

More than a little naive, Ricky thought he'd have a few friendly drinks and get a cab ride back to his hotel room. Seeing how the BAFTAs took place far enough away to get a room.

It wouldn't be so easy.

Linda elected to drive after he mentioned how little he drove himself around. She laughed a little about such a disposition and then they were on their way.

Relieved to be away from the noisy crowds, flashing lights and interviewers he relaxed in the passenger seat, discussing the joys and trails of writing until they arrived.

The area was beautiful and astonishingly empty.
"Fiona and I", her co-worker she started, " and maybe a few others are the only people here." She turned off the car and stepped out. Ricky followed taking in the lovely view of the golden beach, blue skies and royal colored ocean.

Just ahead she lead him through the glass doors, entering a very posh, white marble lobby and into an elevator where they went to the 6th story.

Down a quiet, beige hallway where sunlight flooded in through the tall uncovered windows - to her door.

"It's a bit of a walk." She exclaimed with an apologetic tone as she let them both inside.
"No, it's quite amazing." He replied. Noting that the actual room itself was more stunning than the rest of the place.

With dark, rich colored wood floors a tall ceiling and lots of space. The decor was tropical, almost making him forget they were still in London, not on some Island and the furniture - like the hall was beige.

Crossing the floor in her charcoal heels, she stopped behind a small bar and retrieved two glasses. "What are you having?" She asked, opening a cupboard with a vast selection of alcohol.
"Is there any beer amongst those aged and expensive beverages?" He smirked.
She smiled at him, then looked back to check where sure enough there was, "Brew Dog okay?"
He hesitated, "Mmmm...cheaper."
Linda laughed out loud, then unsure proposed "Becks?"
"Perfect."

Closing the cupboard she went toward the small fridge on her right and removed two bottles. "This is like what you buy a Tescos." She giggled, abandoning the fancy glasses taken out a moment ago.
"It's convenient. You must've visited one since you've been here." He referred to the small chain of stores, while she handed him a bottle.
"It's where I got these actually." They both cracked up. "I'm guessing you don't want a fancy glass for that." She teased.
"Says the woman with a variety of posh booze that'd rather drink Becks." He quipped.

The pair simply grinned at one another and popped the caps off. It startled Ricky to see a woman properly dressed in the grey evening gown she was, chugging beer faster then he could raise it to his mouth and he paused.

Finally lowering the bottle, she noticed his amused stare and quickly wiped a few subtle falling drops from her ruby red lips. "You forget I didn't walk away with a bafta."

That statement had him in hysterics and within a couple minutes they had become more comfortable, moving to the back of the room on a long, plush sofa with a view of the outdoor Jacuzzi.

Ricky was interested in what she'd achieved at such an early age and tried to find out about her role in the series that was nominated, but she wanted to talk about "The Office" and "Extras".

During their conversation, she let her curly blond hair down and he couldn't help but appreciate how gorgeous she was. Her voice faded into silence for an instant as he admired her wide set, oval shaped green eyes and full crimson lips.

How the sun beams kissed the ivory skin revealed on her bare, slender shoulders also illuminating the gold waves of her hair.

Then suddenly he found her looking puzzled and quiet.
"I think I lost you." She smiled.
He felt a bit embarrassed to have missed what she said, especially since it was no doubt praise for his work.
"Sorry, I drank a little at the party and it must be getting to me." He responded.
"Nonsense, I was with you most of the time." She comically declared, scooting closer and gesturing toward his now empty bottle, "Let me get you another beer?"

It was only when she offered that he realized more then an hour had passed and he should probably get going.

"No thanks." He declined. "It's almost six in the evening, I should phone a cab."
Her lips frowned immediately and she leaned in, "Fiona is going to a club after the party, I'll be here alone till late."

With much hesitation he turned his body toward the exit and replied, "I've gotta get up early tomorrow and head back to Hampstead...." but he trailed off when he glanced back and saw how genuinely disappointed she looked. "One more beer couldn't hurt." He said, without much thought. Though she instantly lit up and grabbed his empty bottle. "I'll be right back!"

All he could do was smile in return as she left the room. With a few seconds to himself he looked around and for the first time questioned what he was doing there. It began to sink in that perhaps she'd been more forward than he noticed.

That's when he stood up and looked for her to explain he really needed to leave, but she was no where near the bar and out of sight. If she went to get him another drink, where had she run off to instead?

Before he wondered any further she called to him from a distance behind, "Gervais, over here."
To the right of the bar he found her standing in a wide entry way wearing nothing more than a silk white robe, which she abruptly slid off.

Now she was completely natural. He was so shocked that after a brief wide eyed glare his eyes darted away and he took a step back.

"Oh Linda...I think I gave you the wrong idea." He blurted, putting his hand out in front of himself in attempt to cover her nakedness from his view.
Regardless she didn't flinch or shy away, but rather walked closer trying to reassure him, "It's okay, just - sit down."
Still dismayed he continued to move backwards and shook his head, "You are really sweet and, I think you're very talented...." He rattled off nervously and quickly, "This is not what...I came here for a drink..."

At this point she was merely feet from him while he turned his head to the right so as not to stare, but she took him gently by the wrists and easily pushed him onto the couch, then sat next to him. Very close.

He uncomfortably shuffled where he sat and looked at the door. He heard her softly laughing at his endeavors to avoid her obvious nudity.

"I'm gonna go now." He choked out, between heavy breaths. Never the less she brushed the side of his face slowly and pressed herself against his elegant black suit, drawing his gaze toward her with one hand.
"Touch me." She sighed, with enough raw desire to steal any man's heart and he knew he wouldn't be leaving.

Yet he couldn't give it up that willingly. Sure something inside forced him to stay, while his brain was screaming the opposite.

"Put your mouth on my body." She purred, the corner of her mouth raising ever so slightly. The words freed his uncertain eyes from looking into only hers and they traveled over her hour glass figure.

Next his hands. Palms a little damp from the sweat she'd caused him to build up, traced her curves and made their way to massage her breasts.

Her supple, pink nipples were erect with excitement beneath his delicate touch as she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck and secured him near.

Trembling both from anxiousness and this exquisite torture he kissed her chest, which rose and fell lightly under his lips.

Linda dipped her head back when she felt his mouth engulf one of her breasts at the same time his tongue teased her nipple.

A compulsive whimper followed as he went on with more permission to explore every inch of her.

Guiding his hands along her petite shoulders, lowered to the small of her back where he smoothly laid her down and feverishly continued nipping and kissing her bosom.

"Oh God.." She breathed intensely and compelled him to meet her gaze as she snickered, "That's right, you don't believe in God."
He grinned against her skin in response and then bit her, playfully without warning.

"Ah!" She squealed with surprise, fixated on him working his way to her stomach and the lower he got, the hotter she felt on the inside. Insuring there was room for him to slip between her thighs where he started to devour her.

Each longing and desperate cry he drew from her aroused him more then the last and the taste of her was just as sweet as she'd seemed to him all afternoon.

His tongue wandered deep and carefully avoided bringing her across the edge, while still hitting all the right places leaving her light headed - dizzy with pleasure as he expertly satisfied her.

When the tiny hairs on her arms stood up, when she twitched at the faintest movement, he ceased and she protested with a telling sigh.

However, the mood suggested it was his turn to be taken care of and he was in great need. Painfully aroused and craving the attention, she was wise to his silent plea and took initiative.

Eagerly pinning him to the couch, where she then straddled him and worked his belt off and unzipped his pants.

Ricky was wearing black briefs beneath his suit pants, but when he tried to assist her with them, she grabbed both his hands, "Slow down baby. I've got this." Then she subsequently maneuvered his pants down around his knees.

She was impressed with the sight of him, helpless, surrendered to her and needing gratification. Eyes full of want. He was right where she wanted him, just how she wanted him and she hungrily began at the base of his shaft.

Licking her palm, she closed her hand into a fist and tightened her grip around him. Then flicked her long tongue over the head.

The pace gradually quickened as she stroked him, equally kissing and sucking the tip of his cock.

He was a lot to take in, but she accepted the challenge and started putting more inside her mouth - driving him crazy.

Firmly gripping the fabric of the sofa in one hand he rocked his hips with ease and ran his free hand through her hair, clutching enough to barely control her actions and she delighted in the feeling.

Muffled moans vibrated against his hardening shaft that prompted him to curse and groan as he focused on the sight of her bobbing up and down to increase the thrill.

As it intensified, his cries became louder mixed with shallow breaths while she consumed him deeper, faster. Sinking her brightly painted finger nails into his flesh.

They'd both become frenzied, but she didn't want him to climax. Not yet. She was aching, burning for him and needed him to penetrate her.

When he knew the rhythm was coming to a close, he let go and she sat up. Red lipstick smeared across her face, staining his skin as she gasped for air, quivering and still mounting him.

Like animals, their base instincts ruled their behavior and Ricky long since left consequence and reason behind in exchange for pleasure.

After being seduced and skillfully toyed with, he refused to allow Linda's dominance to reign.

He charged her, taking her by the shoulders to reclaim his place on top. Their hands were all over one another as they wrestled, clawing and kissing. She tore at his remaining clothing till it ended up on the floor and he overpowered her.

Submission was an addictive drug and once Ricky loomed above her, she gave herself entirely.

The time to take it easy had passed. Linda braced herself as he roughly entered. She yelped, inviting the sudden shock wave that caused her to wince as she locked her legs around him - embracing the pain soon to fade.

When it did, there was only bliss. Her voice shook every second he slammed against her, though she welcomed it by screaming his name.

And the urge to release grew dangerously close, threatening to erupt any moment. So he ruthlessly endured, pouring all his energy into this.

"Uh..uh..don't stop!" Linda begged, raking her nails across his chest as she writhed while he completely filled her and she contracted around him, choking his throbbing cock.

It was overwhelming so that he could no longer prevent himself from letting go and he came, furiously and shaking as if all strength abandon him in an instant.

But before he would rest, he reached between them and started to caress his partner. Circling her clit while he kept inside her, watching the intensity rise, feeling her quake and squirm.

When she succumb to his touch with a desperate cry, he stopped and found relaxation laying his head on top her chest.

Exhausted, both of them stayed still in the soundless room and fell asleep within minutes.

A subtle shuffling of footsteps awoke Linda. She didn't know what time it was, just that outside it was dark and she was by herself.

The noise that came from behind her, made her sit up and search the area where her eyes spotted her lover slipping on his suit coat next to the bar.

"Hey." She called to him in a small voice and he looked up.
"Hey." He replied, too blankly to read what was on his mind, but he walked over and knelt down. "What time is it?" She asked, more aware of her nakedness as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. "After nine o' clock. I was going to wake you." His expression showed the first signs of emotion since they'd been intimate.

He seemed softer than before and maybe a little guilt stricken.
She brushed his hand and smiled, "You'd better get going."
"Yeah." Ricky nodded, however lingering as if he expected more. But after all it was a one time encounter, nothing more and he didn't feel used. If anything a little stunned that he was still there.

Standing up, he headed toward the door quietly when he heard her say, "I'll keep my eye on you Gervais." and he grinned, leaving the resort to go back to his hotel and tomorrow back to his normal life.
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