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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

“Doesn’t he look perfectly harmless when he’s sleeping?” Tonya mused as she looked down at the sleeping form that was Gerry. “You’d never know he was a little devil would you?” She turned to look at Emmy with a grin on her face.

“Do his horns show up that often?” Emmy giggled as she clutched the towel to her body. She had been finishing her morning shower when she heard someone ringing the bell. Trying to balance the other towel on her head, she looked down at Gerry.

He had slept on the couch last night like he promised, while she retreated to her bedroom. Without anything to sleep in, he had stripped down to his boxers. As she stared down at him, Emmy found her breath was caught in her throat. The boxers he wore were actually black CK boxer briefs that hung low on his hips. The stretchy cotton seemed to be molded against the top of his thighs. Yet her eyes focused on the bulge that was straining against the material. She quickly moved her eyes to something less inconspicuous. Instead, she gazed at his chest. Gerry had toned abs that formed a six-pack. She noticed that he had a line of dark hair that trailed down from his navel to dip into the band of the boxer briefs. His upped chest muscles were just as toned. Only they were dusted with a sparse covering of dark hair, swirling over flat brown male nipples. For a brief second her fingertips itched to touch them, to see if they were as soft as they looked. He had one powerful arm thrown over his head. His short dark hair was sticking up in all directions.

Tonya rolled her eyes. “You don’t even want to know the answer to that question.” She waved a hand in the air. As Emmy laughed, she handed her a tote bag. “Here this is all he needs to make himself beautiful this morning. I take it you two will be gone all day?”

Emmy took the bag from her and nodded. “Yes. We have rehearsal with Andrew this morning. Then in the afternoon, we go for our first fitting for the costumes. It’s going to be a long day.”

“I’ll go and let you wake him up. I want to be far gone when his eyes open. Do it gently or you’ll get your head bit off. Make sure he has at least two cups of coffee this morning or he’ll be a bear all day.” Tonya instructed.

“Andrew instructed he was to have only water.” Emmy bit her lip to keep in the laughter.

“What?” Tonya asked while sighed heavily. She patted Emmy’s shoulder. “You poor girl. I don’t envy you at all.” She began walked towards the door. “Call me if you need any help. He’s really not that bad but without his coffee…Just call.”

“Will do. Thanks Tonya.” Emmy waved.

“Bye Emmy.” Tonya walked out as she closed the door behind her.

Emmy turned back to look at Gerry sleeping on the couch. She had to wake him up or they would be late. The corner of her mouth crooked into a half smile. She hated the thought of waking him up. He looked so adorable. She knelt down by the side of the couch, keeping the towel close to her. She could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath. Taking a deep breath herself, she put a hand on his stomach as she began to shake him. “Gerry, come on it’s time to get up.” She spoke softly. When that got no response, she sighed. Leaning over him, Emmy began to shake him again a little harder. “Gerard James Butler get up! We are going to be late.”

A low moan erupted from Gerry’s lips as he reached up. With his eyes still closed, his hand reached around Emmy’s neck. His lashes flickered as he suddenly yanked her head down as his lips captured her’s. Growling low in his throat, he began to mumble. “You are mine Christine! He can’t have you! You belong to me!”

Pure shock ran through Emmy as Gerry began kissing her. His lips were hard and forceful at first. Then his hand cupped the back of her neck, and his tongue began to sweep across her lower lip. She gasped, which allowed him to slide his tongue through her parted lips. So this is what it was like kissing the real Gerard Butler? The kiss their characters shared during the filming was nothing like this. That one had been a bit awkward but this one was hotness intensified. Was this the real Gerry? He had just called her Christine. That burned in her brain as she put a hand on his chest and began to push. “Gerry, stop! Wake up!”

Instantly Gerry’s eyes flashed open and they were filled with embarrassing horror. He snatched his hand back as he fell back on the couch, shrinking back as if to become part of the pattern itself. “Emmy? Fuck! Oh god I’m so fucking sorry Emmy!” His face turned beet red as he closed his eyes, dragging his long fingers through his hair. Humiliation poured over him. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He groaned.

Emmy’s heart was racing as she stared at the floor. Her own face was quite red as she laughed nervously. “Oh it’s ok Gerry, really.” She dared to look up and found him with his eyes closed as he leaned his head against his hand. “Hey are you ok? Were you dreaming or something?”

Letting out a sound that was half laugh and half groan, Gerry nodded. “Ya you could say that. Last night I was going over the script that Andrew gave us. I needed to try to get back into Erik’s frame of mind. Let’s just say I’m not a big fan of Christine going with that asshole Raoul.” He gave a short embarrassing laugh. “I was dreaming I was Erik and let’s just say things changed a bit.” He couldn’t believe he was telling her all of this. The last thing he needed her to know was that his Christine in the dream had her face…and body.

Emmy smiled shyly. “Yea, I’m not too fond of Christine going with Raoul either. I mean Erik was the one who gave her everything. Raoul was her past, and Erik should have been her future.” She shrugged as she looked back down.

Gerry nodded, still feeling the blush on his face. He rubbed his face with his large hands. “What time is it, love?” His brogue was especially husky as he was still trying to wake up.

“It’s about half past seven. Tonya brought you a bag with your clothes and other things you will need. There are clean towels if you want to take a shower.” Emmy looked back up at him.

“Seven? In the morning?” Gerry groaned as he tried to hide under one of the fluffy pillows that decorated the couch. “What did I tell ya Emmy? I told ya I’d hang up if you tried waking me up this early.”

“But I didn’t call you.” She chuckled.

“Close enough.” He grumbled. When he heard her laugh softly, he let out his own chuckle. “Do you have any coffee?” His eyes lit up with hope. “Please tell me you have coffee?”

Emmy started giggling. “I’m sorry Gerry. I really want to give you some but you know the rules.” When his face fell, she put a hand on his leg. “I’ll make it up to you ok? I promise.”

“I’ll remember that, Emmy Grey.” He growled as sat up fully. That’s when he noticed what she was wearing. Or rather what she wasn’t. He stared at her body wrapped up in the fluffy towel and the way she wore another towel as a turban. He noticed how she still had a dusting of water droplets on her shoulders.

Suddenly his dream came back to him. In the dream he had been Erik and he had stopped Christine from going with Raoul. She only wanted him. When he looked into Christine’s face, he only saw Emmy. Her soft rosy lips and her dark eyes. He was just about to make love to her in the dream when Emmy woke him up. Ok after this job its time to take a looong vacation, he chastised himself. When you start dreaming you’re the person you play it’s time to get away.

“I’m going to go grab a shower. Where’s the bathroom?” He got up off the couch. He reached down and helped her stand up. He held his breath as she put her hands on his biceps to steady herself. After that dream, a simple touch from her was igniting a blazing fire in his veins. The kiss that they just shared didn’t help either. He found he couldn’t take his eyes off her lips.

“Just down the hall to the left. The towels are in the cupboard.” Emmy smiled at him as she took a step back.

Gerry instantly felt empty as she let go of him. “Thanks love. I won’t be long.” He hesitated a second before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He brushed past her as he walked into the bathroom.

When she heard the bathroom door close, Emmy felt like a heap onto the couch. She buried her head in her hands as she let out a tiny moan. What the hell had just happened? He was dreaming. That’s all, she told herself repeatedly. How many times have you been dreaming a vivid dream that you told yourself was real, she asked herself. She lifted her head and brushed her fingertips over her lips. Her lips still burned from the taste of Gerry. His kiss was incredible, even if it was meant for someone else. She found herself moaning softly as she remembered the feel of his tongue teasing her’s.

“Emmy could you bring me my bag? I left it in the living room.” Gerry’s voice called out, interrupting her thoughts.

“Sure thing.” Emmy stood up and grabbed his bag. She walked down the hall. Gerry had his head sticking out of the door. He stuck out his hand as she handed the bag to him. “Here you go.”

He smiled softly at her. “Thanks Emmy.” He went to disappear behind the door when her voice stopped him.

“Gerry?”

He looked down into her rich chocolate eyes. “Yea?” Once again the memory of his dream hit him hard. He thanked God that the door hid just how much she was affecting him. If she didn’t stop looking at him like that he was going to bore a hole clean through.

Emmy smiled at him. “Thanks for staying last night.”

Gerry chuckled as he went to close the door. “Anytime Emmy.”

* * * * * *

“Ah I’m glad to see you both!” Andrew turned on his piano bench to see his two stars walk into the rehearsal hall. “Good Morning to both of you. I hope you slept well because we are going to work today. Work work work.” He smiled at them.

“Good Morning Andrew.” Emmy smiled at the older man as she walked in. “How are you this morning?”

“Just dandy Emmy. I hope you have come ready to work?” Andrew smiled. “Emmy and Gerry I want you to meet David Cullen. He is going to be my co-orchsetrator for this run. In fact, some of the original creative team will be working on this run. Harold Prince is directing for me.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Emmy. Andrew has told me so much about you.” David smiled as he shook Emmy’s hand.

“I hope all good things?” Emmy laughed as she shook his hand.

“Oh most definitely. Andrew says you are one of the best leading ladies.” Then he looked at Gerry, he chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you too, Gerry. I’ve heard quite a bit about you also.”

Gerry shook his hand. “Hello David. I’m not even going to ask because I know Andrew.” He smirked. “So you’re going to conduct this run yourself?” He looked at Andrew.

“I need to be careful with this one. It’s my baby.” Andrew laughed as he clapped his hands. “Should we get started?”

“What do you want us to do first?” Emmy asked as she sat on one of the stools near the electronic piano where Andrew sat.

“Since I’m sure it’s been a while since you sang, I was thinking of starting easy. Let’s warm up your voice with scales. Same for you Gerry. Then if all goes well we can try a song today?” Andrew motioned for Gerry to sit next to Emmy.

“I’ve made sure he was a good boy this morning. No coffee.” Emmy giggled as Gerry growled. “Just water.”

Andrew nodded. “Good girl. How about his other nasty habit?”

“I’m not that good.” Emmy laughed.

“Can we just get to work?” Gerry growled as he grabbed his water bottle, taking a long drink from it. Emmy wouldn’t even let him have his first cigarette of the morning. Right now, he was irritated and antsy. So far this morning wasn’t getting any better.

“He’s cranky in the morning.” Andrew grinned as he winked at Emmy.

“You have no idea.” She nodded. “I wouldn’t even let him have his cigarettes this morning.”

Andrew smirked when he saw Gerry mock glaring at them. “Ok, right. Scales it is then.”

Over the next hour, he had them both go over an intense warm up of their voices. He would offer instructions when necessary but mostly today was seeing where their voices were in readiness for the show. He noticed that Gerry was fidgeting and not using his voice to the full volume. “Gerry you need to sing loud. There won’t be any playback on stage.”

Gerry’s cheeks turned pink as he nodded. “Yea, I know. It’s just I haven’t sung in front of anyone in a long time.”

“Well you are going to have to get used to singing in front of people.” Andrew sighed. “In all honesty your voices aren’t as bad as I feared. Shall we try a song?”

“I’d love to. Which one did you have in mind?” Emmy asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.”

“I was thinking Phantom of the Opera.” Andrew handed both of them sheet music. “In case you have forgotten the words.” He smirked.

“Well I’m a bit rusty.” Gerry chuckled as he took the music. “I’ve been playing strangers and epic kings since singing as Erik. Funny, they didn’t sing.” He smiled as Emmy joined him in laughter.

Andrew began playing as Emmy closed her eyes, loving the beginning of this song. It had an electric vibe that easy transferred to the Phantom and Christine via the lyrics. Opening her eyes, she found Andrew nodding when it was her turn to sing. Even though she had the lyrics in her hand, she didn’t need them. She loved this song and listened to the music often. Moving her eyes over to Gerry, she began to sing softly.

In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find,
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind

“Very good Emmy. Nice tone, remember the emotion that goes with song. This is your Angel of Music. Your teacher, your Phantom.” Andrew instructed as he played. Then nodded to Gerry.

So he wants emotion? Gerry hopped off his stool and began to walk around behind Emmy. He put his hands on her waist, pulling her back against him. She turned her head to look up at him. Staring into her eyes, his head lowered as he began to sing.

Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet.

He brought his hand up to stroke against her cheek. Moving his cheek close to her’s, Gerry prayed he could do this. He was as nervous as he had been for the first audition for Andrew. Luckily this time Emmy was here. He wasn’t as nervous with her here.

My power over you,
Grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me,
To glance behind.
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside your mind.

Emmy held her breath as she felt his warm breath on the skin of her neck. His voice came out husky and strong. Yet she noticed he was still singing a big quietly. It was then she noticed he was holding her waist tightly. She could feel him trembling. A comforting smile crossed her lips. He’s still nervous about singing in front of people.

When it was her turn again, Emmy found she couldn’t look away. Keeping her eyes on him, she sang the next verse. Reaching down she took his hand in her’s, feeling him shaking a bit. Their fingers intertwined as she squeezed gently.

Closing his eyes for a brief second, Gerry let the power of her voice wash over him. He loved hearing her sing. She was truly multi-talented. When he felt her palm cupping his cheek, his eyes opened to look into her’s. Bending his head down, he whispered softly in her ear. “Sing my Angel of Music. Sing for me.”

* * * * * *

“Ugh now I know why I grew tired of ice cream.” Emmy grabbed onto the back of the chair as Josie, John Napier’s costuming assistant, chuckled behind her. She winced, as she pulled tighter on the strings of her corset. How did women actually dress in these everyday, Emmy groaned to herself. For the movie she had to wear corsets that had hooks and eyes. But as she was finding out for the stage, it was the old fashioned route.

“Why is that lass?” Josie adjusted the laces to even them out.

“Because that’s all I could eat when trapped inside one of these things.” Emmy groaned. When Josie yanked on her corset strings again, she yelped. “I’m not Scarlett O’Hara. I don’t need a 17 inch waist.”

Josie laughed. “I’m not trying to give you one. But trust me lass, with your beauty you could give old Scarlett a run for her money.”

“I’ll second that.”

Both Josie and Emmy turned to find Gerry standing in the doorway. Or what Emmy thought was Gerry at first. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Gerik standing before her. Gerry wore his The Point of No Return costume. This one was very similar to what he wore in the movie. The maroon pants fit his body to a t. In fact, Emmy was sure that the trousers more than likely poured on. They had a darker maroon design that traveled up the length of his long legs. Her eyes had a mind of their own as they traveled down. When she found that the trousers fit EVERY part of him too well, her eyes snapped up. He wore a matching jacket that spread across his broad shoulders, left open to reveal the vest underneath. The crisp white shirt he wore had ruffles that overflowed through the V of the vest. The shirt was partly undone, giving a peak of the tanned hard muscles underneath. His dark hair was slicked back, giving the same impression as when he wore the wig. However, the cherry on top was the black mask he wore.

Emmy sucked in her breath. However good she thought he looked back on the set of the movie was nothing compared to the sight of Gerry standing in front of her now. He began to walk to her and she let out the breath very slowly. “Wow, you look…”

“Handsome? Sexy? Mysterious?” Gerry smirked, his upper lip brushing against the rim of the mask.

“How about all of the above Monsieur Erik?” Emmy smiled. Instantly she lost her smile when Josie gave the corset a final yank. She winced as a groan escaped from her lips. “Ow!” She grabbed onto the back of the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“Sorry about that Miss Emmy. You are now secure. There all finished. I’ll go get Andrew and we’ll see how he likes this.” Josie reached down and fluffed out the skirt of her costume. “I’ll be right back.”

Gerry smirked as he looked her over. “Pretty sexy there yourself Mademoiselle Christine.”

Emmy’s costume was Christine’s The Point of No Return stage costume. Once again, it was similar to what Emmy wore in the movie. The corset that Josie had been struggling to tighten was maroon silk that came just under her breasts to uplift them. It came down to end just below her hips. It gave her a sensual hourglass figure, complete with curvaceous hips. Gold metal tassels hung from the trim, making soft tinkling sounds. Under the corset was the sheer chemise with the straps that slid down her shoulders. There was a small added layer of lace to try to cover her nipples but it wasn’t doing the best job. Her skirt was the golden patterned silk that brushed her bare ankles. Her dark auburn hair flowed behind her back in waves.

As Josie walked out, Emmy squirmed as she tried to get used to wearing the corset. “You men have it so easy.” She moved her arms as squirmed. She looked up at Gerry. “Do me a favor, close your eyes?”

“Why?” Gerry chuckled.

“Because I’m asking you to.” Emmy rolled her eyes as she grinned impishly.

Gerry sighed overdramatically. “Oh ok fine.” His eyelids started to come down. He didn’t know what she was up to, but it was always best to be prepared. Stopping just before his eyes closed completely, he peeked through his lashes. What he saw nearly had him moaning. Emmy squirmed as she cupped her breasts as she adjusted them. Watching her under heavy lids, he felt himself grow hard instantly as her fingers slid over her nipples. His trousers suddenly felt about ten times too small. He fought the urge to reach down and adjust his own body.

“Ok done. You can open your eyes now.” Emmy called out. “Much better.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

Gerry opened his eyes and gave her a half smile. He prayed she didn’t notice how hard he had become. He felt his body throbbing against the material of the trousers. “Starting to feel the part again?”

She nodded. “The clothes do help. Must admit, Christine has a great sense of fashion.” She chuckled as her hands ran down her body over the corset. “Even if she can’t breathe.”

“Just think of it this way, that contraption gave her a chest that even Dolly Parton would envy.” Gerry winked. “I mean that fucking thing pushes your breasts up so far you could use them as earmuffs.”

Emmy blushed hard as Gerry started smirking. “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you!” She pushed at him, shaking her head. “See I knew it. It was a man who invented these things. Probably just for that purpose too.”

Before Gerry could respond, Andrew walked in with a big smile on his face. “Brilliant! Look at the both of you! Simply Brilliant!” He turned his head from Emmy to Gerry back to Emmy. “I would say both of you are going to light up the stage. The fit of the costumes work very well with your figures. Adds the realness to Christine and The Phantom. Very good. I am very pleased. But there is one thing I wanted to talk to Gerry about.”

“What about?” Gerry’s eyes narrowed.

“I noticed during the song you’re still singing a little low. We need to work on your volume.” Andrew emphasized by raising his hands upwards.

Looking ashamed, Gerry nodded. “I know. I just still get nervous singing in front of people.” He said shyly.

“My boy you are going to be singing in front of all of London in a little over a month. We really need to get you a stiff upper lip.” Andrew shook his head. “Gerard you are a brilliant actor. You’ve done plays, this is no different.”

“I have an idea that might help him.” Emmy piped up. When both men looked at her, she offered. “I can take Gerry to sing at karaoke.” When she saw Gerry going to protest, she held up her hand. “Before you say no, just listen. It’s a great way to get used to singing in public.”

Andrew’s face lit up. “That is perfect my dear. I think that is a wonderful idea. I know of some great places too. I’ll get you a list by tonight.”

“I don’t know.” Gerry shook his head. The thought of singing to complete strangers in a bar didn’t sit well with him.

“Come on Gerry. I’ll do it with you. We can even do some duets.” Emmy reached out and took his hand, rubbing soothingly. “I do it all the time back home. Cassandra and I love it. I promise it will help.”

“Emmy…” Gerry groaned.

Moving closer to him, Emmy whispered softly. “Let me be your Angel of Music this time, ok?”

Knowing that this role was important, Gerry didn’t want to let Andrew down. During the movie, it wasn’t as bad. He could record the songs in the little booth without having to see anyone. During the filming all he had to do was mouth his vocals as they played back to him. However, on stage it was a bit different.

Seeing the way Emmy looked down at him, he smiled as he reached up to stroke her cheek. “Ok, we’ll go tonight if that’s what you want.”

Andrew winked at Emmy as she giggled. “I’ll get you that list before you leave.” He patted Gerry on the back. “You look good my boy. You are beautiful my dear. Oh, tomorrow you get to meet your Raoul. Now that should be fun.” He kissed Emmy’s cheek as he walked out of the room.

Emmy looked up at Gerry. Reaching up she slowly pushed the mask off his face, her palms caressing his cheeks. “You really look good. You’re going to have women swooning in their seats.”

“Then maybe they won’t be looking at me when I sing.” Gerry joked as he put his hands on her shoulders.

“If singing in public bothers you so much why did you tell Andrew you’d take the job?” Emmy asked in confusion. “I mean this is the theater, theaters have crowds.”

“Because Andrew is great to work for. His vision is beyond anything I have seen. I don’t mind acting in the theater. Just makes me nervous to sing in one. Besides, I really feel for this character. He’s so alone. All he wants is to be loved.” Gerry’s voice took on a sad note as he unconsciously began to rub her shoulders.

“It sounds like you understand him all too well.” Emmy saw sadness cloud over his green eyes.

“I do. I know exactly what it’s like to be alone. Being an actor is rumored to make your dreams come true. More often than not, you find yourself all alone. ” Gerry found himself whispering. “It’s not an easy life for anyone.” There was raw pain in his husky voice.

“You’re not alone anymore Gerry.” Emmy reached up and placed her hand over his. Their fingers intertwined. “You’re one of my closest friends. Whenever you’re feeling alone, I’m here.”

Gerry gave her a small smile as he gathered her up in his arms for a hug. Closing his eyes, he hugged tight against his chest. I may not be alone Emmy. But sometimes its more painful being this close, knowing what you are yearning for is something that you can never have.
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