Chance Encounters - One Tart's Dream | By : Wiccanslyr Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 3238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 2: The Horny Irishman
Gerry has just finished telling me the most hilarious story about his crazy dad, involving the infamous Canadian flag umbrella hat and a Mounty and I’m trying my best to keep my insane laugher to a minium when I suddenly realize that the DJ is talking and he’s just said my name. I go quite and listen. The more I listen the redder my face gets.
“Alright horny toads, this request goes out to Christina from Holly because you are now truly the goddess of the Gerrioes!”
Now, as if this wasn’t bad enough I nearly choked on my drink as he fired up the requested song. Gerry raises an eyebrow at me as the first strains of Britney Spears’ Toxic blast over the sound system.
“There something I should know about luv?”
Unable to speak I simply close my eyes, shake my head and wave my hands in front of me which earns me another guttural laugh. After a few moments Gerry excuses himself to head for the restroom, for which he blames the Pepsi, and I tell him I’ll be out somewhere on the dance floor murdering Holly.
I find the her and Jess bopping around on the dance floor moments later and all I get from her is a point and giggle. Shaking my head I decided to join them for a little dancing myself. Thankfully Toxic ends quickly and the DJ goes back to playing the rather cool electronic dances music he’s been spinning all night. The current song is upbeat with a nice sexy undertone. Prefect for what I like to call seduction dancing. You know that dancing that us girls do to get every guy in the room to want us, with swaying hips, hands moving like a gypsy with just a touch of belly dancer.
I love to dance and I’m really digging the music and getting into my zone when I can feel eyes on me. I turn my head towards the bar to find Gerry half sitting on a bar stool, his eyes are glued to me and his mouth is twisted into the little smirking smile. The look of a man who knows he can have exactly what he wants the second he asks for it. I take a deep breath. Let’s show him just what it is he wants. As the song changes to something with a harder beat my movements become move exaggerated, deliberate and I meet his eyes with a little smirk of my own.
After a few moments his body language changes and he stiffens, the smile fading from his lips and I flatter a bit, puzzled. Suddenly there’s a body in front of me. A man, well a boy really he barely looks like he’s old enough to even be in the place and he’s moving towards me like he plans to start humping my leg.
I hold out my arm, my hand square on his chest and back away from him, right smack into the chest of his buddy behind me. I look over my shoulder to take in yet another over sexed teenager as I feel hands grab my hips. I try to squirm away but they have effectively boxed me in and the squirming only seems to be encouraging the bad behavior as I have to forcefully removing a paw from my butt.
I look back toward the bar to search for my rescue but Gerry’s no longer there. Damn it! Surely he doesn’t think I’m into these two! My brain is working overtime trying to figure out how to get away from these guys without starting a bar fight when I hear a deep accented voice over my shoulder.
“Thanks boys but I’ll take it from ‘ere.”
My head jerks around to take in Gerry’s suddenly intimidating form as he stalks forward and takes my hand, pulling me toward him. The youngster look like they want to argue but take in the man before them and decide better of it and retreat back to whatever hole they crawled out of.
Gerry’s now behind me, pressed tightly against my back, one arm looped around my waist hand gripping the opposite hip as we slowly sway to the intoxicating and sultry rhythm of the music pounding through us. Every never ending in my body is electrified as he uses his free hand to brush my hair away from my ear, causing me to angle my neck as his mouth descends to the ear he’s just exposed. His lips are a whispers length from my skin and a chill races over me as his breath floats across it. He whispers almost wantonly to me.
“I guess I’m going to hafta keep my hands on you at all times if I want the rest of the fucks in here to stay away.”
I take a slow deep breath not trusting my voice and lean into him. I raise my arms above my head and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, tracing his hair line slowly with my fingers. His free hand moves to my elbow and slowly slides downward over my arm, fingers skimming the side of my breast to my left hip. He situates his other hand to my right hip and we completely give in to the music neither of us seeming to care that people are starting to stare as the heat rolls off us in waves.
I can feel the evidence of his enjoyment pressing into my clef of my butt and I turn my head to look up at him with lust filled eyes. His own green eyes are darkened with the emotion and suddenly my breath catches in my chest as his lips meet mine and rational thought flees my brain. I close my eyes.
I’m still not sure how he did it but the next thing I know I’ve been spun around and we’re pressed together chest to chest, lips fussed and large strong hand moves to cup the back of my head and the other to cup my rump. My hands are pressed flat against his rock hard chest and through all of this we’re still dancing.
I feel the tip of his tongue trace my upper lip and I open my mouth to him. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, at first almost territorial, like he’s laying claim to the place, then he begins to explore, his tongue dueling with my own. I fight back a little sending my own moist pink appendaged past his and into the mouth latched to mine. He tastes like Pepsi, cigarettes and something distinctively him. The sensation sends me into sensory overload and I begin to swoon, my knee shake as they weaken. The hand on my butt pulls me in closer to him for support and I clutch at his shirt wrapping my hands in it and holding on for dear life.
Neither of us even notice that the music has completely stopped until we once again here the DJ’s voice.
“I’ve just been asked to pass on a message to the tall couple on the dance floor. GET A ROOM!”
His voice is quickly replaced by the sound of “It’s getting hot in here” and we reluctantly pull ourselves apart blush at each other. He brings a hand up to cup my cheek and I instinctively lean into it like a little puppy dog, my eyes flutter closed for a moment.
When I open them again he’s looking at me somewhat oddly. In answer to my own questioning look he smiles.
“I’m just thinking how much I really want to take you home with me right now.” I grin stupidly “But I want you to respect me in the morn’n”
“Hey, that’s my line!” I giggle.
He laughs and takes my hand moving us off the dance floor but a hand on my shoulder stops us. It’s Holly and she’s rolling her eyes.
“Jess says she ready to go and she says she’s not leaving you here with,” her eyes flash to Gerry and back to me “with the horny Irishman.”
My mouth drops open and I try to say something but whatever might have come out is halted as Gerry puts in his two cents.
“Actually I’m Scottish.” The three of us look at each other and burst into a fit of laughter that continues for a few moments.
“Go tell mother that I’ll be along in a minute.” I finally say in a sarcastic tone.
As Holly runs off to find Jess, still giggling, I turn to Gerry and smile somewhat sadly. “I really should go, she’s a royal bitch when she’s not obeyed.”
He snorts and lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to it. We stand there looking at one another for a few long moments and I can feel a deep sadness at the fact that my magical night with the man of my dreams is about to end, forever.
Almost as if he can read my mind he tilts his head to the side a bit and smiles. “I would like to see you again. Do you ladies have any plans for tomorrow night?”
I’m so shocked that I can’t stop my first though from spilling out of my mouth. “You do?!”
He laughs.
“I mean, no, er...nothing that they can’t do without me.”
“Good, I’ll plan something for us.”
Over my shoulder he sees Holly and Jess coming our way and he smiles. “Do you think Jess’ll call 911 if I walk you back to the hotel?”
“Well, if she does they’ll come looking for a horny Irishman so you’ll be in the clear.”
Chapter 3: My Happy Place
The walk back to the hotel was dream like. Gerry started out holding my hand, controlling the pace by pulling my hand back if I started to walk too fast. He seemed to want to keep Holly and Jess about a block ahead of us.
Every time Jess would glare back at us over her shoulder Gerry would wave at her and she would turn back around like a thief caught in the act and I would laugh and shake me head. After about the fifth time at this he smiled at me.
“She’s very nosey isn’t she? I mean what if I couldn’t control myself and she turned around to find me shagging you against that building there?” he asked thumbing at the stone low-rise we were passing.
I blushed furiously and then began to laugh like a mad woman. Damn the evil yet scrumptious vision he’d just put into my brain. He was still looking at me as if he actually expected an answer and I shrugged.
“She’d either scream and faint or grab the nearest sharp object and chase after you in an attempt to cut off The Butler.”
This time Gerry was the one laughing hysterically. He was laughing so hard in fact that he let go of my hand to cradle his aching stomach and my hand mourned the loss. I must have been looking at him as if he were a total looney because he took a deep breath in an attempt calm himself and wiped at his eyes.
“Sorry, did you just say ‘The Butler’?”
I found myself blushing again. I couldn’t find my voice so I just nodded, blushing harder, I knew my face must have been fire engine red. He started to laugh again and reached out to wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me into him so that we were walking hip to hip.
“I fucking love it!” he chuckled into my ear as he leaned in to kiss my temple.
Gerry, to my disappointment, was a perfect gentleman during the rest of the journey back to the hotel, the hand at my hip only fluttering a few inches up or down. He would give it a light affectionate squeeze whenever I said something that amused him. I, on the other hand, could not resist the urge to slide my hand into the back pocket of those perfectly fitting leather pants.
I tried to be slick about it but Gerry was onto me and eyed me with a mischievous grin the moment my fingers slipped inside the fabric. I blushed but made no attempted to stop, instead sliding the hand home, burying it inside the pocket up to the web of my thumb.
“Tart.” he chuckled in a low voice.
I didn’t care, my hand was on Gerard Butler’s butt! It was ON HIS BUTT! His LEATHER covered butt! I had found my happy place and nothing he could have said could have brought me back.
“Well, I guess this is you.”
Except that. His words brought me racing back to reality as I noted that we had stop in front of the hotel. Jess was standing on the other side of the glass doors, glaring for all she was worth. I could see Holly standing at the elevator yelling something at her, probably something to the effect of ‘let her get a little, it’s been forever!’ Thankfully I couldn’t hear and more importantly Gerry couldn’t hear. He was paying no attention to the cow behind the glass either as he was now standing in front of me, searching my face with those magical green eyes of his. I smiled up at him and he smiled back.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” he informed me even as his head descended to mine.
I meet him half way, my arms moving to wrap around his neck as he cupped the back of my head with one hand and pressed his lips over mine. Suddenly my lips were in flames and it was only a moment before I felt the liquid fire that was his tongue brush against my lips, begging entrance.
I gave a little moan as I opened my mouth and his tongue found its way inside. Oh, sweet intoxication! I couldn’t have felt that good on the purest drug. Our mouths worked against one another as our tongues dueled between us. He growled low in his throat as he pushed me backwards to the wall of the hotel. The hand that had been on my neck moved to my hip and slid down and back to cup the roundness of my butt. His lips became more urgent as he took control of the kiss. His tongue continued to plunder my mouth as I ran my hands over his cotton cover chest.
“Mommy, that man’s trying to eat that pretty lady!” cried a small but urgent, and very loud, voice.
Our eyes opened briefly to take in the small auburn hair child of about 5 and her very protruded looking mother who were both staring at us. Without thought we both jumped apart as if we’d just been poked with a cattle prod. I blushed and looked down at the suddenly very interesting sidewalk as Gerry scratched at the back of his neck and squirmed uncomfortably.
“Um, sorry.” he told the mother sheepishly.
“Come along Alice.” the woman said to the little girl as she turned and walked to the taxi that was the obvious reason behind her arrival outside the hotel.
We both waited for the taxi to vanish out of sight before daring to look at one another or speaking.
“I should...”
“Sorry.”
“No, it was...”
“You go ahead.”
We both said simultaneously. Then we burst into a fit of laughter and before I new it Gerry was at my side again, walking me back toward the front doors of the hotel.
“So, how does 8:00 sound?”
“Huh?” was my confused response.
“Tomorrow, me, you, a date. Remember?”
“Oh! Right, sorry, 8:00 sounds great.” oh dear god I’ve started rhyming, someone stop me.
“Then it’s a date. A date at 8:00, I shant be late, I can not wait!” he replied in the most serious voice that I nearly believed he wasn’t just mocking me.
“Thank you Dr. Suess!” I said poking him in the chest with my finger, which earned me a hardly chuckle.
He walked me into the lobby and to the elevator even pressing the call button for me and standing there waiting for it with me. When the elevator arrived he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before letting me get on. I stepped in and pressed the button for my floor and he smiled, wished me goodnight and turned to leave.
Just as the doors began to slid closed he turned around in a very urgent manner.
“Wait! What room are you in?”
“975!” I yelled out to him just as the doors closed completely. “Damnit! I hope he heard me!”
TBC...
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