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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 21st 2004. Greenwich Village, New York City.

When Kim awoke the following morning, having slept for ten hours, she realized that Gerry’s note was still in her hand; for that whole time she hadn’t dropped it. Once she had properly focused her eyes she read it once more. ‘I love you’. Three little words; one big meaning. She couldn’t wait to hear him say it to her, and what’s more, she couldn’t wait to tell him the same. She had known just a couple of weeks into their relationship that she was in love with him, but felt it a little too soon to confess, so she kept it quiet. But now she felt like she wanted to scream it from the rooftops. ‘I LOVE YOU GERARD JAMES BUTLER!’ She shouted aloud to absolutely no one, and then cracked up laughing.

After she had finished giggling at how silly she was Kim decided to get up. She took a shower and got dressed into her black skinny fitting jeans, one of Gerry’s white shirts and her battered up old pair of oxblood coloured cowboy boots. She didn’t care that they where eternally out of fashion, she loved her big clumpy boots. She was the only A list actress to own a pair of New Rock’s for god sakes!
After she had put on a little make up and dried her hair she ventured out to go and buy some groceries. And maybe nip to Barney’s to check out the shoes. Boots she loved, but Manolo Blahnik’s she adored.

After choosing a beautiful pair of velvet dark pink snake print strappy sandals and a pair of silver mules, Kim took a cab down to the fresh food market. It was on her way there that she got an idea how to tell Gerry she loved him too in her own special way.

‘Pull over please?’ She said to the driver. She had spotted a shop she had to go into, somewhere she loved to visit when she was in New York, and the muse of her idea. She paid her fare and got out of the cab, heading for the tiny but ridiculously expensive jewellery store on West Vermont Street.

‘Hi Raj’ Kim called out as she entered Zenja.

‘Kim! Hey Angelo, Kim’s here!’ shouted tiny little Raj, the store owner from behind the counter.

‘Hey Kim, how’s it going?’ Said the young, good looking and smartly dressed Hispanic youth that worked for Raj.

‘Cant complain Angelo, how about yourself?’ asked Kim as she browsed over the line of men’s silver pendants in the smart display case in front of her.

‘Life’s as sweet as always baby cakes’ said Angelo with a little wink, ever the charmer. ‘So what can I do for you today then little lady? Anything in particular you have in mind?’ he asked politely as he gestured over the display cases with his heavily jewelled hand. Angelo had more platinum on one hand that most rappers would wear on their whole body!

‘Well, not at first, but that’s caught my eye’ said Kim as she pointed at the silver pendant in front of her. It was perfect. It was a piece of the darkest of dark blue fire opal with flashes of red through it, crafted into the shape of a scorpion. It was backed onto a flat disc of solid silver in an oval shape and set through a loop onto a silver chain. She had wanted to find something personal to Gerry, and the ornate little creature that was his astrological sign was the perfect thing.

‘Ahhh, a beautiful piece, Raj crafted that himself’ said Angelo as he unlocked the display case and took out the pendant on its little cushion to give Kim a closer look.

‘Could you put an engraving on the back of it too?’ asked Kim as she tenderly lifted the pendant off the black velvet cushion and watched it twinkle in the light. The scorpion looked real it was so accurate.

‘Absolutely, just let me get you a piece of paper and a pen then you can write me out your message and how you wanted it to be laid out on the back’ said Angelo as he put the cushion back in the display case and took the pendant from Kim to she could write out her inscription.

Kim took the card and pen from a waiting Raj and wrote her message. She paid the money and said she would return for it after she had been to the market as Angelo said it would only take him about twenty minutes.

‘Ahhhh, a real deli’ thought Kim as she entered the market and could smell all the fresh and fragrant cheeses on the counter. She stocked up on various vegetarian delights and lots of coffee and chocolate, plus a few bunches of flowers. She paid for her items and walked back up town to Zenja. She collected the pendant and then took a cab to Federal Express. After buying a sturdy little box and sealing it with plenty of packing tape, addressing it to Gerry, she got as much insurance cover as she could for it with a guaranteed twelve hour delivery and put it into the hands of the professionals, praying that it would reach it’s destination safely.

When she arrived back at the apartment Kim put away all of her shopping and flopped down on the sofa with a cup of coffee and a little book she had picked up at a second hand book stand for a dollar fifty. She decided that since she was still tired she would take it easy rather than go down to the kickboxing gym on the corner of 56th and 8th as she had earlier intended to.

‘God I’ve missed you babe’ Gerry whispered as he pulled her shirt open, sending the many tiny buttons flying in all directions.

‘Feelings mutual gorgeous’ she breathed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, crushing her lips against his in an explosive kiss. God she’d missed this man, and now she had his hands back where they belonged; all over her.

She nipped at his earlobes and neck as he pushed her legs apart with his hand and pushed two thick fingers inside her, feeling more than a little aroused at the sound of her breathless moan in her ear.

‘Fuck me, I want you to really fuck me’ she whispered as she laced her fingers through his hair and began to suck his neck into big red love bites. Gerry pushed her back on the table she was sat on and threw her legs up over his shoulders before dropping his trousers and boxer shorts and slipping himself into her with ease, where he began to pound away inside her so hard she screamed. Within minutes she was coming, her whole body shaking, the white hot heat spreading so furiously through her body and up to her head she almost felt like she would pass out when BANG!

‘BLOODY HELL!’ Gasped Kim as she sat bolt upright on the sofa in Gerry’s apartment, hours after she had first lay down with her book. She sound of the heavy little book slipping out of her hand and hitting the floor with a loud bang had rose her from the wildest dream of her life.

‘That was some dream’ Kim said as she sat herself up and smiled wickedly as she pictured the dream through her head. ‘Wow’ she whispered as she shook her head a little and went to fetch herself a glass of water from the kitchen. She somehow couldn’t shake off her still half asleep feeling so she decided to go to bed, even though it was only 9pm. She wanted to call Gerry, but she left it deciding to wait until the following afternoon so that her present would have arrived before they spoke.

Kim fell asleep that night just wearing Gerry’s shirt. She snuggled her head into the pillows and could just about pick up a faint trace of his scent. She smiled as the familiar smell travelled up her nasal passages and reminded her of the man she loved with all her heart. ‘I love you Gerry’ she whispered just before her eyes fluttered shut, taking her into a deep sleep for the remainder of the night.

At the time that Kim was sleeping in New York, Gerry was woken up at around 7am by a Fed Ex courier banging on his door.

‘What?’ he said angrily from the other side of the door, seeing the Fed Ex guy through his spy hole glass, very pissed off with the severity he had used to bang the door.

‘Parcel for Gerry Butler, express package from New York’ said the Fed Ex man cheerfully, not at all fazed by Gerry’s anger. Gerry opened the door and signed for the package, all of a sudden very curious as to what it was; he had already guessed it had to be something from Kim. He took the package back to bed with him and sat on the edge, opening the sides where the packing tape joined ends. When he opened the small black box inside he was amazed.

‘Bloody hell’ he said appreciatively as he carefully picked up the scorpion pendant and held it up to the light. It was crafted so perfectly it was hard for Gerry to believe they hadn’t just stuck on a little scorpion and painted it, it looked so life like. It was only when he spun it around on the end of the chain, to make the red streaks of the fire opal sparkle that he noticed the inscription on the back of the silver disc the scorpion had been mounted on, it read;

‘Whenever you look at this, remember how much I love you, and always will’.

Gerry smiled and felt a warm rush of happiness spread through his chest. He put the pendant around his neck and lay back in bed, placing it up on the pillow next to him so he could lie and stare at it. He had never received a nicer gift, and this one was made even more special by what it represented, Kim’s love for him. He was three months into the greatest relationship of his life. He lay there for a while and thought of Kim, wishing she was next to him right there and then so he could hold her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her over and over again.

Two days later, Kim’s filming had begun. She was rather tired to say the least as she had stayed up late the previous night on the phone to Gerry, who had loved his present from her and told her he hadn’t taken it off since he had first put it on. He had called her a little later on the morning that it had arrived to tell her, and that had been the first time either had head the other say ‘I love you’ and mean it more than friends.

‘Latte, lots of cold milk, two sugars’ she heard a familiar accent over her shoulder, then turned and was amazed to see Bruce Willis holding out a Starbucks coffee cup to her.

‘Thanks, thank you very much’ said Kim, a little nervous to be in the presence of such a big star, especially since this was their first meet. And he had taken the trouble to buy her a coffee, even if it was only a ten second walk from the busy intersection nearby where they where filming.

‘I make a damn good psychic don’t I?’ said Bruce as he nodded towards her cup.

‘Or a damn good guess’ said Kim as she watched him sit down in the chair opposite her.

‘Or just clever, I asked the make up girl how you take your coffee since I saw her make you a cup earlier and got a runner to go fetch a couple. I’d have gone over myself, but I always get mobbed’ chuckled Bruce as he removed the lid from his own cup and took a sip. ‘Bruce’ he said after burning his top lip on the hot coffee.

‘Kim’ she said, reaching out and shaking his hand. They didn’t talk for long before they where both called on set with their screen daughter, young and talented child actress Zoë Neilson. Zoë was absolutely beautiful, one of the cutest kids Kim had ever seen, and such a polite and well mannered little girl too.

Although it was a very sad film to work on, and Kim sometimes found herself crying off set, she can’t say that she didn’t have a wonderful time filming. Her brief portrayal of Martha alive and then acting her as a ghost for the rest of the film was a big challenge for Kim, and she enjoyed it very much. She also enjoyed hanging out with Zoë when the cameras had stopped rolling, and with her mothers permission had took her out on a number of occasions so she could get to know the child a little better.

Other than those little outings with Zoë, Kim was very lonely in New York. No friends, no family, no Gerry. She was used to the feeling only to well by now after being far away from home on many occasions, but it didn’t mean she had to like it by any stretch of the imagination.

‘I’m actually finding that I have more free time on my hands than I expected, with Zoë we only film for six hours a day because of her age, and since all my scenes are with her that means I’m only there when she is usually, unless they need me for any retakes like they did last week, I hated having to pretend to die ten times in a row!’ Kim said as she spoke on the phone to Gerry in her trailer a week into filming.

‘Well, I’ve got a buddy over there I can call up and get to take you out and give you a bit of company if you want me to?’ said Gerry as he sat back in his chair in the hotel room in Munich, where he was currently promoting his film.

‘That would be nice, is it someone I have met before?’ asked Kim. Throughout their friendship Kim had visited Gerry a couple of times when he was over in New York, and met some of his friends but not all of them.

‘No, you haven’t met Deano, but he’s a great guy’ said Gerry as he lit a cigarette.

‘And are you sure you can trust him not to run off with me?’ said Kim jokingly.

‘That I can guarantee my darling, he’d be more interested in getting me into bed rather than you’ said Gerry with a laugh. His good friend Deano was about as gay as they come, and as camp as Christmas. Kim would adore him.

‘Alright then gorgeous, thanks for that. I’m sure ill get on great with him, but he’s a poor substitute for you’ said Kim.

‘Well yeah he is because he won’t fuck you’ said Gerry, letting out a guffaw.

‘Oh shut up! Is that all you ever think about Mr. Butler?’ Kim said playfully.

‘Yes it is, especially when I don’t have the kind of dreams you do to keep me ticking over’ said Gerry.

‘Right hand getting a bit tired is it? Kim giggled.

‘Now it’s your turn to shut up, and by the way, it’s the left one that’s got the repetitive strain injury’ chuckled Gerry.
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