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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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Ann woke the next morning to a ringing telephone. She turned over and noticed that Gerry was gone and answered the phone. “Hello,” she said, with sleep still in her voice.

“Sorry to wake you mam,” the man on the phone said, “but Mr. Butler wanted to make sure that you didn’t sleep all day and he ordered breakfast for you.”

“Oh, okay, send it up.”

When her food arrived, it was accompanied by a huge bouquet of pink and purple tulips and a note that read,

“Sorry about not being there, Lisa called early this morning and told me that I had some interviews to do. So I hope that you like the flowers and food. I am pretty sure that I ordered what you like. Well, this evening we have plans. Put on that nice dress I saw in your bag and be ready at 6:30. No, I can't tell you what we are doing, you will just have to wait. And don’t make that face. I may not be there but I can still see you making it. I love you and I will see you later. XOXO, Ger.”

‘Good thing I brought my new dress,’ she thought as she scarfed down her bacon and eggs. She wondered what the surprise was for. ‘It can’t be my birthday,’ she thought. ‘That isn’t for weeks.’

As she was getting ready, she wished that Lynn was there. Her hair always looked better when Lynn did it. But this was no time to freak out. She had only 20 minuets to put on makeup after trying to get her hair to cooperate. She tired to get it to curl but the curls kept falling and after about an hour of curling and re-curling, Ann gave up and settled on waves.

When she walked out of the elevator at 6:35, Gerry was waiting for her by the door. He had a single white rose with him. He smiled when he saw her. Ann was wearing a short dress made of deep blue satin. He loved the way it showed off just enough of her chest and how the necklace he had given her set nicely in her cleavage. He also loved how the fabric flowed out from underneath her breasts. He seemed to remember Ann trying once to tell him that that kind of dress was called an Empire waist dress. Although he could hardly pay attention to what kind of waist style the dress was, when it was so short that all he could see where legs, legs and more legs. The shoes didn’t hurt either. Though Ann was normally four inches shorter then him, tonight there was no need to lean his head down to kiss her. She had to be wearing three inch heels.

“My God,” Gerry said in a whisper. “I didn’t think it possible for anyone to look and beautiful as you do now.”

“Stop it Mr. Butler,” Ann said with a sly smile, “you're making me blush.” They got into the car that Gerry had been using, and Ann couldn’t wait any longer. “So where are you taking me?”

“Well first we are going to dinner and then to a show at the symphony.”

“Oh really, what show?”

“Just wait.”

“Fine,” she replied with a pout.

“Don’t pout like that sweetheart. When you do I loose all control.”

“Well that is the point,” Ann said with a wicked smile. She started to laugh, but Gerry cut her off with a kiss. It started out soft but after Ann let out a soft moan, Gerry slipped his tongue past her teeth and swirled it around her mouth. He loved the way she tasted; a hint of mint and chocolate. His hand, which had started at her knee, was just below her panties when the driver called back to them, saying that they had arrived at their first destination.

When Ann got out of the car, with a little help from Gerry, she was a little confused. “Ger not that I am complaining, but why did we come to a Russian restaurant?”

“You will see my lovely.” He opened the door for her and her mouth fell open. It was like being back in New York at the Russian Tea Room. The one time that she had saved up to go there, she knew she would never forget it. The décor was beautiful. Everything was covered in gold, brass, and rich hues of green and red.

“You know I don’t think I ever told you that one of my favorite foods was Russian,” Ann said kissing him on the cheek. “How did you know?”

“I heard you and Lynn talking about it one night when you two were watching ‘Dr. Zhivago.’

“Well you just think of everything, don’t you?”

“Yes I do.”

After a huge meal of some of the best Russian food Ann had had since the time she spent a few days in Russia one spring break in college, Gerry informed her there was more to his night of surprises. “Trust me,” he said with a grin, “I saved the best for last.”

Gerry kept quiet all the way to their next destination, even with Ann whining. He smiled when she put on a pout and told him that she would withhold sex if he didn’t tell her where they were going.

“I think you might change your mind,” he said, “once you see where we’re going.”

“Oh you think so?” replied Ann with an unbelieving smirk. “You think you're clever?”

“Not clever, genius.”

“We’ll see.”

When Ann got out of the car and realized where they were she looked as if she would cry. Tonight they were going to hear the Toronto Symphony who was going to perform an entire evening of Rachmoninov, Ann's absolute favorite composer.

When Ann had composed herself, she pulled Gerry into a hug and whispered in his ear, “I take back what I said earlier. You really are genius.”

“I know,” he replied kissing her softly on the lips.

Ann giggled a bit when they got to their seats. Gerry had somehow gotten them a privet box, box 5 to be exact. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? And how much did you pay for these? I heard the attendant saying that there are the best in the house.”

“They were a gift. I called the symphony director and told him about you and how much you loved Rachmoninov and he gave them to me. well that and I huge donation I made in your honor.”

“Really? How much?”

“A lot, but just wait. I seem to remember him saying something about an announcement.”

“Seriously?”

“Well I did say the donation was large.”

As the show began, Ann fell silent. Gerry leaned back and watched as she showed the emotions of the music on her face. During on very somber song, she began to cry. Gerry grabbed her hand. As she squeezed his, she whispered, “You just don’t know how much I love you right now.”

He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “I do darling, I do.”

During intermission, Ann and Gerry went out to the lobby and had a drink and a brownie. Ann told Gerry of when he mom used to take her to the symphony when she was younger. “We would always get a coke and a brownie during intermission. She once told me that she had to fight with me to get me to go, but I always remember loving it. That’s when I fell in love with Rachmoninov.”

“I have been meaning to ask you something about that. Why is it that you love his music so much?”

“It is so hard to explain. When I listen to it, I can almost tell what he was thinking, when he wrote it. It is like he is telling his life story through the notes on the page. It moves between deep dark depression and complete happiness. It is just beautiful.”

“You know, not to be funny or anything, but the last time I heard you talk about something with that much love, was when you explained the relationship between Harry and Ginny in book 6.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Why no.”

Just then the lights flashed, signifying that intermission was just about over and that everyone should return to their seats. Ann and Gerry got to their box just as the lights went down.

A man walked out on stage and said, “Good evening everyone. I am Steve Michaels, the Director of the Symphony and on behalf of everyone; I would like to thank you for joining us this evening.”

“Normally, there would not be an announcement right after intermission, but tonight there is an exception. Yesterday, we received the largest donation in our history. The actor Gerard Butler gave us $1,000,000 in honor of his girlfriend Ann Nevin. Because of that very generous donation, every year the Toronto Symphony will have a program of her choosing.”

“Both of them are in the audience tonight, so please everyone, give them a round of applause.” Everyone clapped and as they did so, all Ann could do was cry. “Thank you so much Gerard and Ann for your donation and please everyone enjoy the rest of the program.” He walked off the stage and the music began again.

“Gerry I am speechless,” An said with tears in her eyes. “Why did you so all of this.”

“Early birthday present,” Gerry replied as he kissed her forehead.

“This is the best birthday present ever.”

“You're welcome.”

Ann wiped her eyes and said as she placed her hand on his leg, How can I say thank you?”

He grabbed her hand and started kissing his way up her arm. He slipped his hand between her legs and ran his fingers along the skin of her thighs, all the while thanking God for the private box. Between kisses he said, “I can think of something.” A sneaky smile appeared on his face.

“Oh I see,” she replied as she took her hand back and pushed his out from under her dress. She looked at Gerry with smoldering eyes. “We will be continuing this later, but I can't listen with you touching me like that.”

For the next hour, Gerry had his arm, palm up, draped over Ann’s leg. He loved the way she absent-mindedly ran her nails over his palm. She was driving him crazy and didn’t even know it.

When the last song ended, Ann jumped up and applauded louder than everyone else, but before the applause had even died down, she grabbed Gerry's hand and pulled him out of the box. “why the rush?” he asked a bit bewildered but excited at the same time.

“The faster we get out of here, the sooner you can fuck me,” Ann whispered.

“Well in that case…” he replied as he quickened his pace to keep up with her.

As soon as they got in the limo Ann's hands were all over Gerry's body. She had practically thrown him into the limo and jumped on him as soon as she was in. Her mouth found his in seconds. She kissed him so hard that he was learning the limits of his zipper. The driver chuckled a little as he raised the privacy screen, but Ann and Gerry didn’t notice. Their tongues were in such a fierce battle that they scarcely noticed that the limo was moving.

Ann moved her hand down to Gerry's crotch and began to massage it, all the while moaning into his mouth as Gerry kneaded her breasts under his strong hands.

Gerry moved his hands down to her hips and under her dress. While squeezing her butt, Gerry slipped the other hand in her underwear. Ann gasped when his thumb began to circle her nub.

“Baby,” Gerry moaned out, “if we don’t stop now, I’m gonna explode.”

Ann began to move her hips into his hand and throatily whispered, “I want to fuck you right here, right now.” Immediately Gerry began to take his pants down as Ann practically ripped her underwear off.

Gerry slid off the bench seat onto the floor of the limo and without a word, Ann lowered herself onto him. It was so out of character for her to be having sex with a stranger only feet away, that it seriously heightened her enjoyment.

“Oh God this feels good!” Ann gasped out as her bucked on top of him. It was all she could so not to scream. Gerry grabbed Ann’s hips and pulled along with her motions as the moans and grunts got deeper and more lustful.

Oh shit baby!” Gerry grunted. “You feel so good!”

As Ann moved her hips over him she felt his dick rub over her g-spot and yelled out. “Right there baby! Uuuhhhnnn! Oh fuck me right there!”

Ann put her hands on the ceiling of the limo for support as she moaned out, her feelings of pleasure reaching their height. Her hands found some sort of bar and her grip tightened as she knew she was about to peak.

“Uhn, uhn, oh good God! I’m gonna…, I’m gonna…, UUUUHHHHNNNN!!!” Ann screamed out. Her walls convulsed around Gerry so quickly, he barely knew what hit him.

As he experienced his own orgasm, he watched as Ann literally writhed in pleasure. She was shaking so much that when he finally toppled off Gerry, she couldn’t speak. He watched as she came down from what had to be the best orgasm of her life.

Ann finally opened her eyes to see Gerry pulling his pants back on and buttoning his shirt. “I think we should do that more often,” she said as she found her underwear and stuffed it in her purse. “I didn’t believe Lynn when she said sex in public was fun. And this doesn’t really even count.” She turned to Gerry with a deviant smile, “Next time, how about a bathroom?”

“Sounds good to me,” Gerry replied, kissing her on the cheek.

When the driver pulled up to their hotel and opened the door, he smiled and said, “Hope you had a good evening,” It was obvious that he had heard them because when Ann said that they had, he stifled a laugh.

But the fun wasn’t over for the evening. Gerry had just shut the door of their room before Ann had thrown off her dress and was pulling his coat off. With in a few minuets Gerry had Ann up against the wall while he pumped in and out of her, not even minding that the heels of her shoes were digging into his back. It wasn’t until many hours later, when the sky was growing lighter did the marathon sex end and two exhausted lovers collapsed into the bed, falling asleep in each others arms.

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