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Just Friends	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 5547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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October 15th 2004. Whitechapel, London.

‘I still can’t believe it’s the last day today, god the last couple of months have flown by!’ said Kim, curled up next to Gerry in bed at his flat, trying to prolong the cuddling time they had before they had to get up and get themselves ready to be on set in little under two hours time.

‘Well the old saying is true, time flies when you are having fun’ said Gerry as he stroked Kim’s back.

If the truth where to be known, neither had been looking forward to the end of filming ‘Professional Lies’. They had worked with some great people, made some new friends, and of course got to spend each and every day together. They knew when the time came for them to part it would be tough, and that time was imminent. Kim had five days off from all work before she flew out to New York for a month to work on a new film. The film had grabbed Kim’s attention from as soon as she had read the summary of the story.

The film told a story of a family living in New York, husband, wife and a seven year old daughter all very happy until tragedy struck and the mother (Kim’s role) was shot dead. The film went on to tell how the ghost of Kim’s character, Martha, came back from the dead and told her daughter (who the movie would show as having an unbreakable bond with her mother, even after her death), that she had not been an innocent victim of a drive by shooting gone wrong, but a deliberate target of vengeance from a gang of criminals, the vengeance aimed at her husband, the New York chief of police (who Kim had learned would be played by Bruce Willis).

The story then went on to show the difficulty facing the young girl Callie, who was believed to be crazy when she told people that her mothers ghost had come back to visit her, and was subsequently taken to a physiatrist, but in the end the things that she told everyone had too much weight behind them not to be true and the criminals where finally caught and sentenced.

The film was called ‘Crazy’ in reference to what people first think of Callie’s observations and talk of her dead mother, but also because of the song ‘Crazy’ by Seal that would be used in the film. It would be revealed that it was Callie’s favourite song that her mother used to sing to her, and at the very end of the film Callie’s father Ian would stand outside her bedroom door and hear the ghost of his wife singing the song to their daughter one last time before her spirit finally rested.

It would be an understatement if Kim said she was shitting herself about having to sing a version of the song herself for the film, because she couldn’t sing. She had told the producers this beforehand, and they had told her that she should take singing lessons prior to filming, and keep them going throughout. She learned the lyrics to ‘Crazy’ and memorized them, practising as much as she could throughout the day, and was very surprised to find that now she had been taught how to sing properly, she wasn’t that bad at all.

‘Sounding good babe’ Gerry called out to Kim as she sang while getting dressed in his bathroom that morning.

‘I bet you are getting sick of me singing the same song over and over again aren’t you?’ said Kim as she exited the bathroom and walked into Gerry’s kitchen.

‘No because its just nice to hear you not sounding like a strangled cat for once’ said Gerry with a cheeky giggle, before he was promptly chased around the kitchen by Kim, who had picked up a bottle of kitchen surface cleaning spray and used it to attack him with.

‘Stop it! Kim that stuff stinks! Shouted Gerry as he rounded the sink and ducked down below the counter.

‘Well don’t be mean then! Said Kim, all of a sudden feeling two arms hook around her legs from underneath the other side of the counter and begin to tickle her.

‘Arrrrrrgh get off! Get off!’ She squealed as Gerry got up from his crouching position on the floor and threw her over his shoulder, still using one hand to tickle her. He carried her through to the lounge and deposited her on the sofa, head first.

‘I’m going to miss this’ she said as she scrambled up and picked up the towel that had fallen off her head onto the floor.

‘You aren’t the only one gorgeous’ said Gerry as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. Gerry knew even the little things like winding each other up and play fighting would be missed while she was away from him, even the simplest of things like her morning smile to him would be missed more than he could even begin to imagine. Gerry knew it was only going to be a month of separation but after spending so much time with Kim he knew he was going to have to get used to not being with her. He knew it was inevitable, but the thought of being parted from his beloved Kim made Gerry’s heart feel incredibly heavy. He knew that being in the acting profession meant that you had to spend time away from the ones you cared for, but it was still something he hated, probably one of the only things he hated about the profession he loved so much.

When the last day was done, and goodbyes had been said all round, Kim and Gerry returned to her flat and crashed out on the sofa. As Kim lay silently with her head rested against Gerry’s chest, she felt a little stab of sadness; she didn’t know how she was going to adjust to the void Gerry’s absence from her would leave. She took comfort that while she was on location in New York she would be staying at Gerry’s apartment, it would be good spending time in a place that was part of him. ‘God I’m going to miss you’ thought Kim as she pinched her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to let the tears that welled up in her eyes spill down her cheeks. She gently pulled Gerry over off his back and onto his side, then snuggled herself deeply into his arms. She felt so safe and warm when he held her. At 5ft 10 Kim always felt like an Amazon in the presence of some, but when Gerry held her close as he was doing then she felt tiny, so very tiny, the small to his strong.

‘I wish you could come to New York too’ Kim whispered into Gerry’s chest.

‘So do I, believe me even though I enjoy doing the promotional tours I’d much rather be with you, I’m going to have to restrain the urge to handcuff myself to you and throw away the keys’ Gerry chuckled as he stroked Kim’s hair. He would be promoting one of his new films for a month while Kim was in New York.

‘I’m still coming to terms with the fact that I’ve got a month of no sex to look forward to as well’ said Kim, an idea to lighten the mood passing through her mind, and not leaving it.

‘Well, there’s no other way around it, we have a months worth of sex to have in five days, are you up for it?’ said Gerry, raising an eyebrow in a very sexy manner.

‘Is that a question or a proposition Mr. Butler?’ said Kim as she moved up and propped herself up on one elbow.

‘Well, it was a question, but I don’t really know why I asked because it isn’t like you are going to have a choice in the matter’ said Gerry as he ran his and over the curve of her ass. And that was the last thing that was said before Kim captured Gerry’s lips in a searing hot kiss, sucking his tongue and gently nibbling along the line of his cupids bow as she trailed her fingernails all over his neck, then quickly reached down to attend to the rapidly increasing bulge in the front of his jeans.

As Kim unzipped his jeans, the huge erection that had been straining against the fabric sprang forward into her waiting hand. She began to work her hand slowly up and down the engorged shaft, the swirled her thumb over the slippery pre cum soaked head, making Gerry moan and nip at the flesh of her neck, where his mouth had by then travelled to. Kim reached further into his jeans and began to caress his balls, alternating between this and going back to rubbing the very tip of his cock. As she did this, Kim used her free hand to wiggle out of her skirt and knickers, before removing Gerry from his clothes. As she lend forward to remove the black sweater he was wearing Gerry slid down the sofa and began to push up her tight little vest top and kiss and lick every inch of flesh as it was revealed.

Kim reached behind and unclipped her bra as she slid down Gerry’s body and grabbed his sweater, pulling it up over his head and yanking her top off too. She then straddled him and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into her hot wetness. Kim let out a long moan as she felt Gerry fill her and entwined her fingers through his as she started to roll her hips into him. Gerry lay back and groaned loudly, meeting every downward movement of Kim’s hips with an upward thrust of his, wishing there was some way of bottling up the pleasure he was feeling right then so that he could feel it while he was separated from her.

That night they had sex for hours, and almost all over her flat too. Moving from the sofa, Gerry fucked Kim against her lounge wall, her long legs wrapped around his waist, and her head thumping back against the wall as he drove into her with long powerful thrusts. Kim was moaning and shouting so loudly she hoped that her neighbours didn’t hear, the noises coming from her flat where pretty wild and pretty damn loud. Gerry was driving Kim crazy with desire by continually bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, then stopping dead inside her and kissing her.

When they made a change of scenery again Kim put Gerry in the position where she could really let go. She sat him down on one of the gothic high backed wooden chairs in her dining room and sat astride him, the penetration so deep that when she slammed herself down onto him she felt pain, but she didn’t care, the pleasure she felt overrode it completely. In minutes she was coming, throwing her head back and screaming out, feeling as if her brain had somehow disengaged from her body as the most explosive orgasm she had ever had shot through her, in the heat of the moment she dug her nails into Gerry’s chest and ripped them down over the hard, sweaty torso, making him growl and pull her close to him. He sunk his teeth into her neck and let out a deep growl as he came, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her down onto his cock as he felt orgasmic waves wash over him again and again.

After that kind of animal sex, neither could move. They sat locked in each others arms panting to regain their breath for ten minutes before either could move, let alone speak. Gerry was the first to talk once they had got themselves into Kim’s bedroom and flopped on the bed.

‘I think I need stitches, good job your bedclothes are red’ said Gerry as he looked down at his chest, where eight red scratch marks where twinkling up at him through the dim light, the wetness of the blood on the places where the skin had broke shinning like glitter.

‘Jesus babe, I’m sorry!’ said Kim as she grimaced, turning on her bedside lamp to inspect her damage a little more closely.

‘Well that’s going to scar!’ announced Gerry humorously as he got a proper eyeful of the marks Kim had left. ‘I didn’t know you liked marking your territory, you could have just got me an eternity ring or something!’ said Gerry loudly as he laughed, making Kim curl up into a ball in hysterics.

‘There’s a tube of antiseptic cream in the bathroom cabinet, god knows where in there so you will have to search around for it, but go and rub some of that on them, might stop the sting’ said Kim after she had stopped laughing, gently trailing her little fingertip around the edges of the marks.

‘Ill be fine’ Gerry dismissed before pulling Kim into a hug and wincing, a little growl of pain emerging from his throat.

‘Maybe not’ he said before getting up and visiting the bathroom cupboard.

‘HOLY SHIT THAT STING’S! FUCKING HELL WHATS IN THIS STUFF, ACID? Roared Gerry from the bathroom. Kim guessed he had found the cream.

‘You needn’t laugh’ said Gerry as he came back into the bedroom and saw Kim’s face, all scrunched up as she was trying not to giggle. ‘Tell you what, ill go get a razorblade and drag it up and down you skin then cover you in something that stings more than salt in open wounds; see how you like it huh? Said Gerry in an over the top, joking tone of voice. Kim pulled a shocked face then laughed, she loved his sense of humour, and the fact that they still joked like friends would, being able to say almost anything to each other without causing offence.

‘Well, how about next time, you tie me up, I wont be able to scratch you then will I?’ said Kim as Gerry lay back down on the bed and pulled the covers over him and Kim.

‘That sounds very interesting, Ill make a metal note of that’ said Gerry as he grinned widely.

‘I didn’t think it would be the kind of proposition you would want to forget’ said Kim as she scooted down the bed and laid her head on Gerry’s stomach, avoiding the scratches that ended just above his abs.

Their five last days together came and went, far too quickly for their liking too. On the night that she would travel from Heathrow to JFK Kim spend her last few hours lying in Gerry’s arms, both fully dressed on her bed. They had made love at least five times a day up until then, but now they just wanted to lie together in silence for one last time. When the time came for Gerry to drive Kim to the airport she took one last look around her flat, picked up her handbag and took Gerry’s hand as he lead her out of the door. As he drove through the wet streets of London, with the cold rain hammering against the windows of his Audi TT, Gerry knew there was one last thing he hadn’t said to Kim, but he would find his own special way of telling her.

As Kim rested her head against the window, watching the rain trickle down the outside and make little patterns against the glass she reached over and squeezed Gerry’s thigh as she began to quietly cry. ‘How am I going to cope without him?’ she thought over and over in her mind along the journey, drying her tears with the sleeve of one of Gerry’s shirts she was wearing, which she had stolen off him. She loved wearing her boyfriends clothes even though they where a little on the large size.

Gerry waited with her in the departure lounge right up until her flight was called to board.

‘This is it then’ said Kim sadly as she got up and pulled her shoulder style bag over her arm.

‘For now angel, now come here and give me a kiss’ said Gerry as he pulled her into his arms, resting each hand on her bum. As he kissed her, Kim felt her tears streaming down her cheeks, and when the kiss broke and she opened her eyes she saw two tears slide out of the corners of Gerry’s eyes.

‘I can’t even find the words to say how much I’m going to miss you’ he said softly, wiping his face and laughing it off a little.

‘Snap’ said Kim as she hugged him tightly. She heard the row where her seat was called out to board, and gave Gerry a final kiss and hug.

‘Bye darling’ she said one last time as she stroked his face.

‘Bye angel’ he said as he kissed the palm of her hand.

Kim turned away from him and walked towards the gate, when she reached it she turned back, and saw that he had gone. She sat and cried silently as the plane took off, missing her Gerry already. She was upset that he hadn’t stayed to watch her leave, but little did she know, he had. He had walked away from the gate because it hurt too much to watch her leave, but he had watched her plane take off and didn’t leave until he had watched the enormous aircraft ascend into the sky and turn into a tiny spec that his eyes could only just make out in the darkness. Even though he knew her phone would be switched off, he sent her the following message;

‘There’s something I forgot to tell you at the airport, look in the right back pocket of your jeans and you will find out. G xxxxxxxx.’

When she arrived at JFK airport seven hours later and switched on her phone she read the text, and did as instructed. She sat at one of the little coffee houses situated in the airport as she waited for her baggage (she had been told there would be a slight delay) and reached into her back pocket to pull out the piece of paper she hadn’t even realized was there. When she read it, she burst into tears, tears of joy, for the note simply read ‘I love you’.
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