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Chapter Twelve

Emmy paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door, clutching her stomach. It was opening night and she wished she could die on the spot. She was set to go on stage in an hour and all she could think about was losing her dinner. Dressed in her slave garb from Hannibal, Emmy tried not to mess up her makeup as she chewed her lip. It had been a long time since she had been on stage. “God what was I thinking? I can’t do this?” Emmy rubbed her temples. “Ugh why did I ever let that damn Scotsman talk me into this?”

“Aww what’s wrong Emmy?” Heidi smiled at her sympathetically. “Hey are you ok?” She walked into the dressing room wearing a matching stage costume. “You look green.”

Giving a half smile, Emmy nodded. “Yea, it’s just nerves.” Then she saw that Heidi was holding her hands behind her back. “What are you doing over there?” Her eyes narrowed. “Just what are you up to?”

Heidi’s smile became bigger as she moved her hands around front, bearing gifts. “These came for you. Someone I think wants to wish you good luck.”

Emmy gasped as Heidi gave her an envelope but it was what came with it that had her staring. Attached to the envelope was a long stemmed red rose, tied around the rose was a black satin ribbon. She felt her breath become stuck in her throat as she stared at the rose. Tears burned her eyes as she but her hand to her mouth. She hadn’t seen Gerry all day. They had agreed to come to the theater alone and only see each other for the show. She had missed him all day and seeing this had her on the verge of tears. “Thank you Heidi.”

Heidi sighed dramatically. “I wish I had a boyfriend like yours. Jamie’s such a romantic.”

“Yea he’s great.” Emmy’s eyes were watery with unshed tears. She clutched the letter to her chest as she brought the rose up to her nose to smell. Closing her eyes, she willed the tears not to fall.

“I’ll let you read in private. See you in an hour.” Heidi spoke softly as she turned to walk out, closing the door behind her.

Emmy opened up her eyes as she sat in the chair. Putting the rose on the counter next to her, she opened the envelope. Her eyes scanned over the words that were written there, and she choked back a sob. “Damn you Gerry, you’re not supposed to make me cry before show time.” She whispered as she read.

Dearest Emmanuelle-

Tonight is an important night for you, my angel. How I yearn to be there with you in that dressing room, just to hold you once to give me strength. I know we said we’d wait until we saw each other on stage, but the separation is killing me. I missed you today. Can I admit how nervous I am? You are the diva Emmanuelle. I’m a mere movie star who is trying to become an actor. I’m so proud of you, love. Words cannot even say half of the things I want to say to you. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. You have become a part of my life that I’m scared to death to lose right now. You have my heart, Emmy Grey. My heart, my soul, and my life are in your hands to keep as long as you want.

Love

Your True Love

Emmy dabbed at the corner’s of her eyes as she folded the letter. Reaching up she grabbed the rose and took a deep ragged breath. A smile curled upon her lips as she ran her fingers over the black satin ribbon.

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Emmy quickly hurried to put the finishing touches on her costume as she stood backstage, before she had to go out for the start of Don Juan Triumphant and the song, The Point of No Return. As she adjusted the corset, her hands trembled. Tonight was an awakening of sorts. When she did the movie, she knew there was sexual tension between the Phantom and Christine. However, tonight, tonight was something different. Working with Gerry tonight had her whole body tingling. Even with the change in his stage makeup, he made sure that Christine would still be sexually attracted to the Phantom. Every chance he had he would give her a caress here, or a touch there. During Music of the Night when he had to pull her against him, his hand had rested just above the juncture of her thighs. No one watching would notice, but Emmy did. Feeling his leather covered hand on her body had her breath coming in short gasps. Hearing his voice in her ear as she reached up and stroked his cheek had her praying for strength.

“One minute Emmy.” She heard her name being called as she fixed her hair. She looked into the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were sparkling. Her curls draped over her bare shoulders, giving her a look of a seasoned seductress. Tonight was nothing but a game of sensual taunting, one big session of foreplay. She wasn’t sure how much longer this could last. Suddenly she heard her cue and she took a deep breath as she began to walk out onto the stage. As she began to sing, she kept her voice light and airy.

The setup was very different from the movie set. On the stage, a large banquet hall was represented with a feast set up on a large oak table. Two benches surrounded the table, one near the back and one front and center so the audience could see. The chorus sat around the table, leaving the front bench free. There was small laughter as the chorus acted as if they were at a banquet hosted by the King himself. Near the back of the stage, in an alcove, sat a bed.

Walking over slowly to the table, Emmy grabbed an apple. She tossed it around in her hands before sitting down. Rubbing the apple with her thumbs, she raises it to her lips to take a bite when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Through the curtains came Gerry dressed as Don Juan. Instant electricity sparked between them. She could feel his eyes on her peeking out through his mask. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt his predatory gaze. Even as she tried to put his touches this evening out of her mind, her body still remembered them.

As Gerry began singing, Emmy flipped her hair over her shoulder as she got up and walked to the front of the stage. She kept her focus as much as she could, but her ears were filled with his deep husky voice. She gripped onto the apple as hard as she could, fearing she would squash it in her hands. All night Gerry had teased her body with soft touches and caresses. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle this. The lace of her blouse enflamed her skin as her nipples brushed against it. Trying to breathe in the corset was next to impossible tonight. With Gerry still singing, she raised the apple to her mouth to take a bite.

Instantly it was snatched away as Gerry was suddenly by her side. Her head whipped around to look into a pair of eyes that burned with green fire. His body was pressed up closed to her’s as he sang, so much so she could feel the evidence of his arousal. She bit her lip to hold back the moan. As Emmy, she wanted to give in to him right here and now. Yet as Christine, she knew that she must play it coy and cunning. Putting a hand on his chest, she pushed him away gently as she turned from him to walk back to the bench.

Gerry did all he could not to hiss as her palm pressed against his chest. All night they played a game of cat and mouse. The actors that played them brought the sexual tension between Christine and the Phantom to new heights. Being so close to Emmy had him sporting a very rigid hard-on. His costume felt as if it should have had at least a foot of material added in the pants. Keeping his voice even, he continued to sing as he followed her to the bench.

Emmy sat facing the audience, trying to be as nonchalant as she could. It wasn’t easy when your co-star was doing everything in his power to turn you on, and was succeeding. She sat down and faced the audience. Gerry’s voice was mesmerizing. He had great control over it and showed no signs of shyness. She was proud of him. She could feel him approaching and she gripped the bench in preparation.

Suddenly he was behind her and his arms snaked out to pull her against his chest, his hands on her bodice right under her breasts as he half-spoke half-sang the line, “What raging fire shall flood the soul?” Try as she might, she couldn’t hold back the very low moan that slipped past her lips. The hardness of his chest cradled her back as his hands began to slide up over her breasts as he sang. Her whole body was on fire now. The feel of his large palms grazing over her nipples had her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. His mouth was brushing against her ear as he sang, his hot breath tingling the sensitive skin there. Then suddenly his hands began to slide back down over her breasts, over her bodice until they reached her thighs. Before she could protest, his hands cupped her legs as they pulled them open; caressing her thighs, as Gerry half-spoke half-sang, “The final threshold...What warm unspoken secrets will we learn, beyond the point of no return?”

Feeling his thumbs brush over her thighs, Emmy reached up and tried to pull the mask away from his face. Gerry quickly jerked back away from her, trying to hide his face. Then turned his head slowly to look at her as he brought his finger up and shook it as he made a tsk tsk tsk sound. Emmy then broke away from his hold and stood up. Her heart raced inside her chest. As she glanced back, she could see the tiniest hint of a smirk on Gerry’s face. He knew all too well what he was doing to her.

Beginning her aria, Emmy turned on her charm. Turning back, she saw him still sitting on the bench. As her voice carried Christine’s song, she took one step at a time until she was walking back over to him. She could see the tension in his shoulders. Two could play this game. Singing to him, Emmy started out slow by running her hands down over his broad shoulders. She felt the muscles twitch under her fingertips, almost jumping out to meet them. Leaning over him, her hands took on a life of their own as they slid down his chest. Gerry fought a hiss as her palms brushed over him. He growled under his breath as he felt himself grow tight against the seam of his trousers, and prayed that neither his body nor the pants burst. Then the unthinkable happened. Emmy’s hands moved under his own arms and her palms began stroking his thighs. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to breathe. If she kept this up, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t come in his pants.

Before allowing that to happen, his hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist. He tugged her to him as he stood up. They began to sing their duet as he turned her around and wrapped his strong arms around her. Emmy tried to keep her voice steady during the song when she felt Gerry’s lips brush against her ear. Covering her hands with his, Gerry slid her hands up her bodice as they brushed over her breasts. He could feel how hard her nipples were under the lace and that had him throbbing in his pants.

He knew that this scene was almost done now. It was time for his last solo and he swallowed hard. This part always got to him. He could understand the Phantom’s yearning of a woman that society would see as too good, or in his case too young, for him. With a shaky breath, he began to sing softly to her. He began to run his fingers over her neck and face as his voice called to her. As he came to the hardest part of the song, he whipped her around to look into her eyes. He felt his voice cracking with emotion as he sang, “Anywhere you go let me go too. Christine that’s all I ask of…”

Without warning Emmy reached up and ripped the mask and wig from Gerry, instantly revealing his deformed face to the crowd. As he looked down, she noticed the tears in his eyes and Emmy felt her own eyes water as she ached to reach and touch him in a soothing way.

All around them on the stage chaos ensued. It was the time for the Phantom to make his escape with Christine. Hauling her close to him, Gerry’s head whipped from side to side as the actors playing the police came closer. Growling low in his throat, he pulled at Emmy as the Phantom whisked Christine away in his abduction of her. They quickly ran off the stage to the back.

Gasping for breath, Emmy turned to look at Gerry. There was a look in his eyes that sent shockwaves through her. There was something in his eyes she couldn’t place. Before she could speak, he grabbed her hand to haul her back out as their characters made their way down the dark path towards the Phantom’s lair. It was their last scene before the final costume change. She could feel Gerry’s hand shaking as he yanked her along. He sang his solo as she struggled against him. By now the sexual tension between them reached its all time peak. She restrained herself from pushing Gerry up against the wall and kissing him until she went crazy. The scenery changed back into the lair set and she was pushed against the wall as Gerry sang in her face. “Why? Why? Why?” Looking up in his eyes, Emmy could see real pain there.

The curtain came down and their scene ended. They stared at each other for several seconds, not daring to say anything, as they knew their stage mikes were still on. Gerry reached up and caressed her cheek as he mouthed, “I love you.”

She couldn’t answer him because she was whisked away by the costumer and her assistants. While David was on stage as Raoul, she had to hurry and dress into her wedding gown. With two people rushing to get her undressed, Emmy wanted to scream. She wanted to push everyone away and scream, leave me alone. The only person she wanted touching her right now was the one man she couldn’t have at this moment.

“Hurry Emmy we don’t have much time.” Sasha, one of the assistants whispered to her. She helped Emmy into her final costume. The wedding dress she slipped into was an ornate gown. It was heavy white brocade silk. The skirt was bell shaped with a lacy petticoat and a small train. The bodice was drawn tight against her, giving her voluptuous curves. With embroidered lace along the rounded neckline, the corset she wore gave her a push so the lace brushed against the top of her breasts. Her curls came down to brush over her shoulders as the rest of her hair flowed down her back. Just as she finished dressing, she was whisked back out for the finale.

She was back in the lair scene, and the curtain was down so she couldn’t see Gerry. She found her mark with the help of a crewmember with a small flashlight. When she was on her mark, the curtain came up and light flooded the set. Gerry had his back turned to her as he stared at the ring he held in his hands. She took a deep breath and began to sing her part. Gerry’s head whipped up and he turned around to stare at her hard.

The instant she saw Gerry she swore her knees were going to give out on her. He was wearing the same pants. The black trousers were molded to his body, hugging his thighs and doing nothing to hide the bulge. Only now he was wearing a white linen shirt that lay wide open in a large V, baring his chest. She swallowed hard as she could see the hard muscles rippling under his skin. The wig he wore was soft brown and the long hair came down to frame his face on one side, a strand coming down over a green eye.

The next few minutes passed quickly as the scene unfolded. David appeared and put on a flawless performance as Raoul. Emmy played off well with her two leading men. David was intense in his singing as he and Gerry battled verbally. Their voices blended beautifully as they both sang to her. Gerry was incredible, as he genuinely looked angry and hurt at the same time. She sang to Gerry as she pleaded for David’s life.

Now it was the time she both dreaded and yearned for. She stared at Gerry with tears in her eyes as she began to walk closer to him. As she focused in on Gerry, the audience seemed to disappear. Her voice wavered as she began to sing softly, the stage mike doing its job to make her voice louder. Seeing the look in Gerry’s eyes, she wasn’t sure if she could sing any louder. “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?” She approached Gerry and swallowed hard as she blinked away her tears. “God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!”

Gerry stared at her, waiting for her to make her move. The next thing he knew Emmy reached up to caress his cheek. Touching him, the spark they had been trying to keep at bay all night flared up. She slipped her hand behind his neck to cup it as she pulled his head down to her’s. Her lips brushed over his lightly at first. The instant that their lips touched Gerry let out the moan he had been holding. The kiss was supposed to be innocent with Emmy leading it. Instead, Gerry’s tongue barged its way past her lips to taste her. Her tongue was there instantly, meeting his. Emmy deepened the kiss, needing more of him. Her other hand went to his chest, her fingers sliding up against his skin. Their tongues slid against each other, searching for the release they so desperately needed. It killed Gerry not to touch her everywhere. God he needed her, now more than ever. As they kissed, they forgot everyone and everything around them. All that mattered was that he was kissing her.

Suddenly thunderous applause went up around them, surrounding them in the roaring sound of the clapping. Emmy was startled as the kiss broke. She took a quick peek around and found that everyone was standing up, clapping. She fought hard to keep the shy smile off her face. When she looked up into Gerry’s eyes, she saw a look of pure pride staring back at her. Once she saw that she knew they had done it.

* * * * * *

The wine and the champagne were flowing as easily as the compliments at the extravagant party after the show. The show had been a hit and the buzz on everyone’s lips were the stunning performances by it’s two stars. The room was filled with reporters foaming at the mouth about how Gerry Butler had indeed turned himself into a true actor. Emmy rolled her eyes as she heard one such conversation as she walked past two of them. “Must be from the Scottish Press.” She muttered.

“Emmy!”

Emmy looked up to find Andrew making his way toward her in a hurry. A tired smile found it’s way to her face as she walked up to her producer and composer. “Hello Andrew. So how did I do?” She asked with a shaky laugh. For some reason his opinion matted a lot to her. Phantom was his baby and she didn’t want to let him down.

Andrew gave the young woman a brief hug as he chuckled. “You were marvelous my dear. Simply breathtaking. You made Christine come alive yet again!” He beamed at her.

Emmy blushed as she gave him a shy smile. “I had great leading men to work off of.” She tried to shrug it off.

“Ah yes speaking of your leading man, I can’t tell you how proud I am of Gerard. Tonight I was so enthralled in the Don Juan scene than I ever have been at any other performance. The two of you have such chemistry.” Andrew took her hands in his own and patted them. “I knew I was on the right path asking this favor of both of you. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m having the time of my life here in London. I mean it’s only the first show. We have two months of this yet.” Emmy giggled.

Before Andrew could respond, he heard his name called. “I must go. I shall see you in a while my dear.” He gave her another brief hug before scurrying off.

Emmy shook her head in silent laughter as she turned to walk to the back of the large banquet room. All around her people were soaking in the fun of a wonderful opening night. It reminded her very much of the after Oscar parties in Hollywood. Normally she enjoyed a good party but after tonight’s performance, she was tired. That and she needed Gerry. During the show, the only time they spoke was on stage.

As she brushed past some of her castmates, she tried to look for him but he was nowhere to be found. She had done so many interviews since she walked off the stage that her head was spinning. Every time she went to go look for Gerry, someone else was pulling her in another direction. This was the worst kind of torture. Needing a few moments to herself, she walked towards the very back. The whole atmosphere tonight was of the Opera Populaire. She walked over and stood near the heavy crimson drapes that separated one room from the other. Behind her was the room where some of her interviews had taken place. It was quiet and out of the way of the partygoers.

Coming from another part of the room Gerry smiled politely and waved to his well-wishers. He had just done an interview with a magazine, and he was glad it was over. His green eyes scanned the room. Suddenly his eyes reached towards the back and he couldn’t help but smirk. Emmy was standing alone, looking very much like she was out of place at such an event. Seeing her, he felt his body tighten up. Their little mock foreplay session on stage had taken a toll on his body. He wanted her badly. The weeks leading up to tonight had nearly killed them both. Opening night was here and gone. Now the only thing on his mind was Emmy. Right now, the only thoughts his mind could conjure up was being buried inside her, kissing her until morning. With a determined look in his eyes and a smirk on his face, he began to walk over to her.

Checking her watch for the umpteenth time, Emmy sighed. Gerry wasn’t here and she really was tired. She made the decision immediately to go make her excuses to Andrew. She was ready to call it a night when she felt a hand come out of the curtain to wrap around her wrist. She was pulled back against the curtain into a dark corner of the room. Then she heard it, the voice calling to her.

“Either you come with me now or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures. I want you Emmanuelle. I am hard and throbbing and am getting tired of this game.” Gerry’s voice whispered in his ear, made huskier by the need of his body and his thick Scottish brogue.

“What measures?” Emmy licked her lips, hoping no one would notice the little scene going on. That was when she felt a pair of soft lips take her earlobe between them and suckle gently. She bit her lip to hold back the moan that was fighting to get out.

“I could take you right here from behind and no one would even know.” Gerry whispered, his words taunting her. She knew she should be shocked at such an idea, but instead it enflamed her. “Come with me now, or I cure us both of the torture that we are putting ourselves through.” Just to prove his point she felt him reach down to run his hands over her bottom, suddenly pulling her back against him so she could feel how hard he was. “You try my patience. Make your choice.”
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