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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10291 -:- 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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Chapter Seven

Gerry checked his watch as he rang the doorbell for the third time. It was a little after seven and he had been standing outside Emmy’s flat for fifteen minutes. He had been ringing the bell with no results. “Come on Emmy Grey, where are ya love?” He mumbled to himself as he rang the bell again. That’s when he heard it. He pressed his ear to the door and heard loud music blasting from inside the apartment. He began shaking his head and chuckling. Emmy was blasting her music again. He remembered how she loved to turn her music up to deafening levels as she sang along. Reaching down he tried the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked. He sighed as he walked in. She really should know better than to leave her doors unlocked. But as he walked in he wasn’t prepared for the image that he received.

The sounds of Black Velvet by Alannah Myles bounced off the walls as Emmy shook her hips along with the beat. Her back was turned to him and she putting the finishing touches on her makeup as she looked into the mirror on the living room wall. Gerry couldn’t take his eyes off her if his life depended on it. His eyes roamed over her as he fought a groan. She looked amazing. She wore a little black mini skirt that only came down to mid thigh, giving him a tantalizing look at her legs, which ended in a pair of heels. From the looks of it, the blouse she was wearing was a crimson satin. Her dark auburn hair was curled tonight, sweeping down her back.

Emmy sang along as she swept the vibrant red lipstick over her full lips. Puckering up her lips, she gasped when she looked up in the mirror to find Gerry watching her. Their eyes met in the mirror as a slow smirk spread over Gerry’s lips. Emmy felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared back at him. She took in what he was wearing and a shiver raced up her spine.

The jeans he wore were faded and they had small worn holes near the top of the left thigh. The denim clung to his legs and the band of the jeans hung low on his hips. The button up shirt he wore was white and only had the middle three buttons done as it gave her a hint of his stomach. To top the outfit off he wore a dark tan leather jacket that lay open. The sleeves came down about midway to his hands as the cuffs were folded back. His dark hair was in the “sexy tousled just got out of bed” look. She could help smiling at the fact he still hadn’t shaven.

“You always leave your doors unlocked?” Gerry walked up behind her. He reached up and brushed her hair out of the way, as he laid a kiss on her cheek. “You look beautiful.” He kept his eyes on her in the mirror.

Emmy smiled as she reached up and caressed his cheek. “Aww thanks. You’re looking pretty good there yourself. The reason I left the door locked was so that you’d be able to come in. I was in the shower and was afraid that you wouldn’t be able to get in.”

“Love it’s too dangerous to go around leaving your door unlocked.” Gerry protested. “I don’t want to think about anyone just being able to walk in here.”

“Well how about I give you an extra key? I mean you are my ride everywhere.” Emmy offered. “Technically you paid for the first month anyway.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Gerry laid his head on her shoulder as he watched her slip on her bracelet.

“Oh I don’t mind, really.” Emmy turned around to face him. “I’ll get one made.”

Gerry nodded as he took a deep breath. “Ready to go?”

“All set. Hey are you nervous?” She gave a half laugh as she put a hand on his chest, feeling the soft hairs through the v in his shirt.

“A little.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Aww don’t worry about it. I told you I’d be there with you. Just don’t think about the crowd. If it makes you feel better, just sing to me.” Emmy rubbed her hand over his chest. Somehow, since their reunion the playful banter they had going turned into something much more serious. She found that she was always looking for excuses to touch him. A brush here, a caress there it didn’t matter. Then there was that kiss this morning.

Gerry brought his hand up to cup her cheek as he stepped closer to her. “Are you my guardian angel now?” He smirked as his thumb brushed along her cheek, as his voice dipped to come out low and husky.

She could feel his eyes on her, but her eyes were drawn to his lips. The kiss from that morning burned in her mind. It was as if she could still taste him on her lips. The feel and the texture still haunted her. Instantly she secretly wished it was her name he called out instead of her character’s.

“Emmy?” Gerry called out softly.

Her eyes snapped up to look up at him. She could see the question in his eyes. She remembered something Cassandra said to her before she left. It was time for her to stop being shy little Emmy. It was time for her to take control of her own life. She knew she was venturing into dangerous territory here, but she didn’t care. “I’m whatever you need me to be, Gerry.” She didn’t recognize her own voice. Instead of the light airy tone she used, it was replaced with a deeper sultry tone.

Gerry’s eyes widened as he took a deep breath. With any other woman, he would take that as an invitation. The problem was with Emmy, he wasn’t sure what the hell it was. She wasn’t looking away from him. No, instead she was looking deep into his eyes. Her gaze was unwavering. Just what was she saying to him? Knowing he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t ask, he reached around he pulled her closer. “Is that right, Emmanuelle?” He licked his lips.

Putting both hands on his chest, Emmy nodded slowly. “That’s right, Gerard.”

At that moment, Gerry didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to find out exactly what Emmy was meaning with her talk. Her eyes reached out to him. However, they had to go. Andrew wanted a full report tomorrow. “Why don’t we go get this little karaoke thing done with? Then maybe we could come back here to talk?” He rubbed her back. He needed to know where she was going with this.

Emmy knew what he was trying to ask. Butterflies swooshed around in her stomach. Why did she just tell him that? Because you’ve been dying to kiss him again since this morning, she taunted herself. As much as she tried to argue, it was the truth. “Then we better hurry.”

Reaching up he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Brushing over her knuckles softly, he flicked the tip of his tongue against her skin. Emmy shivered as she felt he began to suck gently on a knuckle before letting go. “Let’s go get this over with.”

* * * * * *

With his eyes fixated on the stage, Gerry found himself in a trance. Emmy was front and center as she sung along to When You Say Nothing At All. Her voice was a bit different from when she sang Andrew’s songs. Tonight it was sultry. Her body swayed to the beat as she really got into the song. Gerry could see she was a natural talent. During the chorus when she sang, she looked right at him. Brown locked with green as she reached across to him from the other side of the room. Her words tonight were in the back of his mind, I’m whatever you need me to be, Gerry. He knew what he wanted but was it the right thing? Did she want it too?

As she finished the song, the crowd in the small club went wild. They clapped for her loudly and there were a few whistles. Emmy laughed nervously as she put her hand to her chest and bowed shyly. She stepped down from the stage and walked back to the rounded booth where they were sitting. Gerry stood up and held out his arms for her. She immediately went into them as she asked. “Tell me honestly, how bad was it?”

Hugging her, Gerry gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You were brilliant, love! Have I told you lately that I love your voice?” He smiled as he gave her another hug.

“Not lately.” Emmy shivered as she felt his mouth so close to her’s during the brief peck. She sat next to him in the rounded booth. “As I said I’m not really used to singing anything but show tunes.”

Sliding in next to her, Gerry turned to face her as he put one arm up on the back of the booth. “You have an amazing voice, Emmy.” He leaned forward a bit. His free hand came up to cup her shoulder. He loved the feel of her silky skin under his rough fingers. Tonight he felt like he was being tempted by the devil himself. Only this devil had dazzling dark eyes and a sexy smile.

“Aww thanks, Gerry.” Emmy smiled at him, blushing a bit.

Moving closer, Gerry leaned in until his forehead was almost touching her’s. He could feel her trembling under his hands. He brought his head down so that his lips barely brushed against her’s. “You know what else I like?” The huskiness of his voice caused her to shiver.

Licking her lips slowly Emmy struggled to speak. “What?” As his fingers slid up and down her shoulder and arm, she found herself biting back a moan. What was happening? Could Gerry want the very same thing she did?

Just then, his name was called, interrupting the mood. Gerry found himself groaning. He lifted his head to brush his lips over her forehead. “Do I have to do this?” He gave her a rueful smile.

Emmy smiled as she nodded. “It’s only fair. It will be excellent practice for you. What song did you pick?” She pulled back to look at him.

A pure mischievous smirk was placed upon his lips. “You’ll see. I picked it when you were up there singing your own song.” Gerry began to get out of the booth.

Emmy could see he was shaking a bit. She reached over and took his hand, causing him to look down. “Remember what I told you. If you get nervous, just look back here at me.”

Kissing her hand, Gerry smiled. “My guardian angel.” Peeling off the leather jacket, he laid it on the back of the booth. He winked as he began walking to the stage.

She leaned back and took a sip off the Coke that Gerry had ordered for her. She suddenly found herself nervous. She knew that deep down he was a good singer. He just needed the confidence to sing in front of people. She hoped that she did the right thing by suggesting this.

Gerry could feel the eyes of the crowd on him. No one recognized him so far so he counted that as a small blessing. The last thing he needed was the morning papers to be emblazoned with the headline, GERARD BUTLER MOONLIGHTS AS LOUNGE SINGER. Running his fingers through his hair nervously, he grabbed the mic. He nodded to the person running the music. The slow beat of his song began to play. Closing his eyes, he thought he was going to be sick. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes to look back at Emmy as he began to sing.

I've done a lot of
Living in my life
Chased my share of
Rainbows in the sky
Before I stopped to
Ask the question why
I've fallen out of love
Too many times
But now I see
The possibilities
Oh how my life could be

Emmy’s jaw dropped as she stared up at him. The voice he was using to sing with now was different from what he used as the Phantom. His voice tonight was husky and a bit deeper. His brogue was put to music. It was sexy as all hell.

As he sung, Gerry stared into Emmy’s eyes. He had chosen this song for a very good reason. He had heard it playing on Tonya’s boom box awhile back and really liked what it was saying with it’s lyrics. As the chorus started, he hoped his message would get through because he found he was too nervous to come out and say it himself.

From any other love
I'd walk away
Love is temporary
I would say
Now each night I
Find a reason to stay
With you there's
Always brighter days

She felt the tears sting her eyes as she looked up at him. She knew right then that whatever friendship they had was definitely taking on a new twist. She had only been in London for a day, wasn’t that too soon? She had only been reunited with him a week before she left to go home. Yet all the goodnight phone calls, hearing his voice had affected her like she never expected. But was she ready for it? Was Gerry? She wasn’t stupid. She heard all the rumors of his taste for women. She had run into him at the Golden Globe and the Academy Awards parties after the movie came out. He had been in the company of various women. The Hollywood gossip flourished around him. Nevertheless, she knew that wasn’t the real Gerry. At least that wasn’t the way he was with her.

Gerry saw something flicker in Emmy’s eyes as she watched him. What was going through her head? He would kill to be able to read her mind right now. The only tool he had to reach her right now was his voice and this song.

I've broken a heart
apart or two
I've let the curtain fall
I guess, it's true
The thought of
Something borrowed
Something blue
Was something that
I never could pursue

But now you're here
My doubt has disappeared
The clouds are gone
It's clear

The way he stared down at her as he sung, Emmy felt a ripple of relief go through her. Why was she worrying anyway? Wasn’t this what she wanted? Didn’t that kiss this morning prove anything to her? If she didn’t ask tonight then she had no business knowing the answer. They couldn’t play these innocent cat and mouse games any longer. Tonight she was going to ask.

* * * * * *

Gerry unlocked the door to Emmy’s flat and pushed it open. “After you, love.” His eyes watched her as she brushed past him to enter. They really hadn’t said much to each other after his little performance. When he had come back to the table, Emmy was all smiles. She had given him a huge hug as she kept saying how good he was and proud of him she was. After that, they had sat in awkward silence while the others sang. Finally, he asked if she was ready to leave.

Emmy walked in and kicked off her heels. “Do you want to stay for a bit? Are you thirsty?” She flipped on the lights, casting the living room in a soft glow. Her palms felt clammy as she turned around to look at him. What was wrong with her? Why was she so nervous?

He closed the door behind him and threw his jacket into the recliner. “Yea, I can stay for awhile. Rehearsal isn’t until eleven tomorrow, thank god.” He flashed her a grin. “This means I can sleep in.”

Walking over to the couch, Emmy sat down as she motioned with her foot. “Come on have a seat.” She tried to control her voice, knowing very well that even he could notice the small quiver. “Didn’t you say you wanted to talk?”

Immediately his eyes went to her’s as he walked over to join her. “Aye, I did.” He felt his chest tighten. All night all he could think about were her words. Be honest, the only thing you could think about all night was her, he taunted himself. He sat on the couch next to her, turning to face her.

“What did you want to talk about?” Emmy asked nervously as she licked her lips.

The single motion of her soft tongue sweeping across her full lower lip found Gerry straining against the zipper in his jeans. He gripped the back of the couch as he took a deep breath. He had to touch her, he couldn’t stop himself. Reaching over, he cupped her cheek in his palm. “Emmanuelle…” He found himself whispering her full name. A name like her’s flooded his brain with images of long nights kissing her slowly until dawn as they lay together.

Emmy moved closer to him as she nuzzled against his hand. “Yes Gerard?” She whispered as she put a hand on his chest, his bare skin feeling hot against her palm. Dragging her hand slowly she moved it up over his neck to his shoulder, sliding under his shirt.

Whatever he was going to say was suddenly forgotten as Gerry abruptly pulled her head to his as his lips crashed down on her’s. He heard a sound come from Emmy and it only aroused him further when he recognized it as a moan. His other hand cupped her face as his lips mastered her’s. The instant he felt her start to kiss him back, he growled as he yanked her onto his lap. Emmy gasped softly and he wasted no time sliding his tongue between her lips.

Straddling him, Emmy kissed him back with everything she had. She had wanted this all day. Feeling his tongue enter her mouth, she flicked against it with her own. Instantly their tongue danced together in an erotic motion. A lick here and a flick there, neither of them could get enough. She found herself moaning as Gerry began to suck on the tip of her tongue. Her hands slid inside his shirt, touching the powerful muscles hidden underneath.

Reaching down, Gerry cupped her bottom as he pulled her harder against him. He was beyond hard now; it was almost painful as he strained against the seam of his jeans. The kiss deepened as he found Emmy moaning in his mouth. Only when they began to run out of air did the kiss break. His mouth moved from her lips down to her neck. His lips dragged against her skin as his tongue tasted her.

Emmy let her head fall back as she held onto his shoulders for support. Feeling Gerry kiss down the column of her throat, she moaned as she rocked against him. She could feel his erection through his jeans and that had her swallowing hard. She opened her eyes and moved her head to kiss him again. Gerry was eagerly waiting as his tongue slid into her mouth again. This kiss was hotter than the first. As he kissed her, his hands came up to cup her breasts. She moaned loudly, breaking the kiss.

Gerry found he was near panting as he tried to catch his breath. What the fuck had just happened? One minute he had planned to talk to her. In the next second, he was kissing her. He saw her look down at him with questions in her eyes. “What are we doing, Emmy?”

“Isn’t this what we want to do?” She asked nervously. She looked down, her cheeks turning red. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he didn’t want this at all. His fingers slid under her chin and lifted her head. His eyes were blazing with a fire that she hadn’t seen before.

“Do you want this Emmy?” He found that this lips couldn’t hold back the question any longer. Please Emmy. Please tell me yes. Tell me you need me as badly as I want you.

“I’ve thought all day about that kiss you accidentally gave me this morning.” She admitted shyly.

Gerry raised his eyes in surprise. “You have?” That little gem had him smiling. “What were ya thinking about?” He whispered as his hands rubbed up and down her back. He held his breath as he waited for her response.

“For the first time I hated Christine.” Emmy blurt out.

That statement had Gerry dropping his jaw. “What the hell…why? She’s just a character love.”

“Because she was the one you thought you were kissing.” Emmy sighed as she looked away.

Again Gerry turned her head to look at him. “I may have called out her name, but to me there is only one face and body for her. Yours.” He whispered as he slid his hand up to cup her neck. “You’re the one I was dreaming of kissing. To me it was the only way I could have you.” He pulled her head down and began to kiss her again. This time the kiss was slow and languorous.

“I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a long time.” Emmy moaned softly. “But we were always friends.”

“Never let it be said I let a lady down.” Gerry sucked on her lower lip, letting it slip from between his teeth with a small popping sound.

“What happens now?” Emmy dared to ask. She looked nervous as she waited for him to answer her. What if she just imagined this all? What if he didn’t want anything but a good time?

Her question threw him for a loop. Just what was going to happen? He hadn’t thought about that until now. He knew that he wanted a chance to get to know Emmy better. Another thought hit him like a ton of bricks. “It might be a bit difficult working together. You heard Andrew’s lecture about not mixing business with pleasure.”

Emmy’s face fell as she nodded slowly. “Actually with us so close it might translate better on stage.” She offered. “But if you don’t want…” She began to slide off his lap. She was crazy to think that anything would happen.

Gerry curled an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Wait a minute, where do you think you’re going?” He trapped her against him as he slid his hand up her back to her neck. “You’re gonna run from me now, Emmy Grey?” He asked in a light teasing tone.

“Isn’t that what you want?” Emmy cocked her head to look at him. “You just said-“

“I said it would be difficult working together under Andrew’s scrutiny. I never said I wasn’t up for the challenge.” He smirked.

Emmy looked into his eyes as she sighed. “Gerry, I’m not asking for anything here but…”

“But?” He urged her on.

“I don’t want to be one of your flings.” She blushed hard.

“I’m hurt that you’d think that, love.” Gerry hugged her. “I care for ya, Emmy. God help me but I do. Much more than I probably should.”

“What does that mean?” Emmy asked him as she looked into his eyes.

“It means I stopped looking at you as a friend the minute you stepped off that plane in London the other day.” Gerry swallowed hard. “Do you know I’d wait each night for your phone call? I needed to hear your voice before I went to sleep each night. I can’t tell you what’s gonna happen between us because I don’t know love. All I can say is that we can take it day by day and see where we are. What do you say, Emmy? Do you think maybe we can take this slow, step by step?”

With her hand on his chest, Emmy could feel Gerry’s heart racing. His mini confession had her speechless. He was right, they needed to take this slowly. Sure they were friends but getting to know each other in this way would take time. She knew she was jumping in blind but it was too late to turn back now. “I think we can.” She managed to whisper.

Gerry smiled as he pulled her head down to kiss her again. “I don’t want to leave tonight, but I know it’s for the best.” He whispered softly against her lips.

“I know what you mean.” Emmy answered as she laid her head on his shoulder.

He leaned back against the couch, holding her to him. They laid there for several minutes in silence. He loved the feel of her in his arms. He rubbed her back as she cuddled up close to him. He was venturing into new territory. This wouldn’t be one of his casual things where when he grew tired he could leave. But the thought of breaking Emmy’s heart had him feeling the pain himself. He would never do that to her. “I should go, love.” He whispered against her temple.

Emmy nodded as she sat up to slide off his lap. She ran her hands through her hair raggedly as Gerry slowly stood up to stand in front of her. Instantly his arms were around her again. She laid her head on his chest. “Do you need me to call you in the morning to wake you up?”

“If you don’t I’ll be very disappointed.” He tilted her head and kissed her softly. The taste of her lips had his head spinning. He couldn’t stop kissing her. One taste was never enough. “I should say goodnight, Emmy.” He hugged her one last time.

“Goodnight Gerry. I’ll see you in the morning.” Emmy smiled softly as she let her hand slide down his chest.

Gerry groaned. “You need to stop love or we won’t need that wake up call.” His words were as blunt as he dared.

Emmy blushed as she took her hand in his. “I’ll walk you to the door.” She felt his other hand on her waist as he followed her. Reaching the door, she turned. “Sleep well and sweet dreams.”

Gerry pulled her to him as he kissed her one final time. His mouth took possession of her’s as his tongue teased her’s. “Gonna dream of you tonight.” He whispered as he broke the kiss. He opened the door.

“Oh wait.” Emmy turned and walked over to the recliner. She grabbed his jacket and walked back to the door. “Almost forgot this.” She handed him the jacket.

“Thanks.” He slipped the jacket on. His eyes met her’s as he smiled, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. “I’ll see you in the morning. Night love.” He gave her another soft kiss before he walked out.

Closing the door after him, Emmy closed her eyes as she leaned against it. She received her answer. Oh god what am I doing? There was no turning back now. She opened her eyes and smiled shyly. Only time would tell where this would lead. God help me because I think I’m falling for him.
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