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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- 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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Sorry it has taken me so long to update. I have been so busy with classes, and mountains of homework that I just didnt have much time. well that and I read the first five Harry Potter books in the last month. it has been a crazy month, but I promise to update very soon. Thanks for reading~Erin
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Chapter 29

“I didn’t think I could have that many bruises,” Ann said from the shower the next morning.

“I’m sorry baby,” Gerry said while he was brushing his teeth. “I didn’t know sex could be that much fun.”

“No need to apologize. I may be in pain for a bit, but it was worth it.”

Gerry walked over to the shower and got in with her. As they washed each other, Gerry was mindful of Ann’s bruises, which seemed to cover a large area around her inner thighs. They got out, had breakfast, and set out for a day of site seeing.

When they got to the London Dungeon, Gerry wasn’t at all surprised to see that Ann had a huge smile on her face. “Didn’t you go here when you were in London for college?” Gerry asked as they waited for the next tour to begin.

“I have been on the tour so many times that I could give it if they asked me to.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

During the Jack the Ripper part of the tour Ann leaned over to inform Gerry that a few of the bodies used in the movie From Hell were borrowed from the London Dungeon. “How do you know that?”

“Because I have seen that movie and been on this tour enough to know. Now be quiet, I don’t want to miss anything.”

“But you have…” He trailed off knowing it was better to keep his mouth shut than have to get the look of death again.

After the exhibition at Tower Bridge, it was off to the Tower of London. “This is another on of my favorite places,” Ann said as they took smoked a cigarette waiting for the tour to start.

“I have never been here before.”

“Well you are in for a treat. The Beefeaters are really funny.”

“The what?”

“The guys that give the tours. You know the ones with the funny outfits.”

“Oh.”

Even Gerry enjoyed this tour. Then it came time to see the Crown Jewels. “How can one family own all of this shit?” Gerry asked as they walked around looking at gem encrusted goblets and staffs.

“I wonder the same thing. But I think it is cool.”

“How?”

“Because American has never had a king or queen, thank God. There is so much more history here than in America. It is all just fascinating.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“I know, but I love you anyway.”

“Well thanks.”

Soon after, they had to leave to go meet Ann’s friend Isaiah for lunch. When they got to the restaurant only a few blocks from the Tower, Isaiah was already there. Even though Gerry was a tall stocky man himself, he couldn’t help but be slightly intimidated by the six and a half foot tall black man standing in front of him.

“Isaiah, this is Gerry,” Ann said. “Gerry, Isaiah.”

The men shook hands. “So this is the infamous Gerry I have heard so much about,” Isaiah said as they all sat down. Gerry looked a little scared.

“Be nice,” Ann said with a nervous smile.

“I’m just joking Ann. Gerry, I would formally like to thank you for making Ann happier than I have seen her in years.”

“Thanks I guess,” Gerry said, lightening up a bit.

As they ate, Ann and Isaiah caught up on things and rehashed old times. “He was there the first time I went to a strip club,” Ann said about Isaiah.

“Oh my God! Do you have to bring that up? I think I was scarred for life,” Isaiah said. “They got me a lap dance and I was thinking, ‘Does this make me less gay?’ It was horrible.”

“You seem to really like strip clubs Ann,” Gerry said with a laugh.

“Me and Lynn go to them all the time.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” Isaiah said laughing quite hard.

When it was time to get going Isaiah invited Ann and Gerry out to the clubs later that night. “Then you can meet Massimo,” he said giving Ann a hug.

“And who is that?” Ann asked with a smile.

“My Italian stallion.” They both giggled. Finally they parted ways as Gerry hailed a cab.

Gerry bent over to talk to the driver before they got in. “Certainly sir,” the driver said. “I’ll have you there in a jiffy.”

“Hon,” Ann said as the got in, “where are we going?”

“I can’t tell you that. If I did, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it.”

“I guess not, but you know how impatient I am.”

“I do. You just look so cute when you get flustered.”

“Well I am glad you take pleasure in that.”

Finally they pulled up to the Imperial War Museum. Ann was stunned. She looked at Gerry as though she was going to cry. “Did you pick this just for me?” she asked.

“I saw the brochure and thought of you.”

“That is so sweet.”

“Well I kind of knew I would like it too.”

As they walked through the exhibit about the great escapes from POW camps in WWII, Ann told Gerry all about one of her favorite movies. “The Great Escape with Steve McQueen and James Garner is a fantastic movie. I am gonna make you watch it when we get home.”

“Oh really,” he said with the smile that always made Ann’s knees go weak.

“Yes,” she replied kissing him. “Now stop smiling like that. You’re making me blush.”

Gerry couldn’t contain his happiness as he watched Ann get excited as they walked through the museum. The entire time they were there, she smiled like little kids do when they went to the zoo. That is what he loved most about her, the fact that she let her inner child shine through.

Dinner was a quiet event. Gerry and Ann sat in a small booth in the back of a small pub and ate subs. Ann laughed when a man came down from the piano bar upstairs looking for Americans to sing along with him. It was only funny until Gerry told the man that Ann was an American and that she would be more than happy to join in on a song.

Ann tried to refuse, but the man, who reminded her of a walrus, would not take no for an answer. “Gerry,” she asked with a malicious grin, “you do realize how much trouble you’re in, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately, yes I do,” he replied hiding his smile. “But I always have so much fun when you punish me.”

“That is what you think punishment is? Oh sweetie, you are in for more than you know. Just because I didn’t bring the handcuffs doesn’t mean I can’t improvise.”

Ann ended up singing “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac. This brought everyone up there to tears and she ended up getting a standing ovation.

While they were walking out, both Gerry and Ann were recognized. The strange thing was that it was a big group of gaggling girls that were more of Gerry's fans than Ann's, but were non the less excited to meet her as well. Ann loved watching him with them. There was something about the way he talked to them and flirted with the girls, that to them made him more human. They talked to them for a little while and took a few pictures before Gerry told his fans that he and Ann had to be on their way.

Finally they were on their way to the East-end of London for the Ripper walk. “I still don’t understand why you are so fascinated by the whole thing,” Gerry said while they were on the underground.

“Did you think that I watched From Hell almost daily because I fancied Johnny Depp?”

“Well kind of. And did you just say fancied?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It was your first non-American slang word! I am so proud. After nearly six months you are finally catching on.”

“Sometimes I just don’t understand how your mind works.”

“That is the point. And speaking of not understanding, back to my question.” Ann gave him a funny look. “Well it wasn’t really a question.”

“Well I don’t really know. When I was about eight I saw this thing on TV, you know one of those made for TV movies, about Jack the Ripper and I was glued to the TV. The rest is history. If I could have made any kind of money studying Jack the Ripper, I would have.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“Then you never will.” She smiled. “What you have to realize babe, is that a woman’s mind is much to complex for some to understand.”

“Are you saying that I am unintelligent?”

“No sweetie, not at all. You’re just a man.” She said this with a smirk and patted him on the head.

The tour began shortly after they arrived and much to Ann’s surprise, the guide of the tour Stewart Evans, recognized her and even let her give a small part of the tour. After the tour was over, Ann talked to Stewart for a bit. She told him all that she had been up to, about her music and about Gerry.

“The first time I came to London I knew that I would eventually find a way so that I never had to leave. And here he is,” Ann said with a smile gesturing towards a very bored looking Gerry.

“You know Gerry,” Stewart said, “distinctly remember Ann coming on this tour so many times, that I could see her mouthing my words from the back of the group.”

“Somehow,” Gerry said with a smile, “that doesn’t surprise me.”

Later that night, at the club with Isaiah and Massimo, Ann decided to have a little to much to drink. Gerry sat back and watched as she danced her little heart out. Finally, around 2AM, she convinced Gerry to come out and dance with her. He had never seen her laugh so hard when he started to do the sprinkler and the shopping cart. Around 3AM, Ann began to get tired. She tired to explain to Isaiah that she had to go, but she was slering so much that not much of what she said was understandable. Gerry had a tough time getting her into the cab after practically carrying her out of the club. Ann passed out on his shoulder while in the cab which made it much easier to get her out. The doorman of their hotel sniggered a bit when he opened the door. Gerry just smiled back, knowing how ridiculous he looked.

When he finally got up to the room, he was glad that Ann had decided to wear a skimpy outfit, because it made it easier to get her undressed and in bed. Ann came out of her sleep long enough to ask Gerry how they had gotten back to the hotel. He simply smiled and said that they flew on a magic carpet. Ann smiled, the way all confused drunk people do, and said with a slur, “That mush have been fun,” before falling back onto the pillow and drifting off into her soft snore filled sleep.

Gerry stayed up for a bit longer, looking out the window at the night sky. Every once and a while, Ann would stop making noise and Gerry would turn around to make sure she was still breathing. After a few hours, Ann woke up again, sat up on her elbows and said, “Gerry come to bed, I am cold and I need my favorite cover.”

As Gerry undressed to get into bed, he thought about a few things. Tomorrow was their six month anniversary. He half expected for Ann to think that he had forgotten, or that she herself had forgotten. She hadn’t mentioned it at all. But he hadn’t forgotten. Gerry wanted Ann to know how much she meant to him. He had planed everything out. Dinner at a nice restaurant and then off to a small club. He had bought her a dress before they left New York that he knew she would like. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but look back over the past six months and wonder how he had gotten so lucky.

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