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The Start of Something New	By : monamourange Category: Individual Celebrities > Ryan Reynolds Views: 3286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 7: The Morning After and Going Away.

Heather’s first thought after waking up was, ‘Wow, I’m warm!’, but the next was, ‘Where in the hell am I?’

Heather wasn’t sure where she was, but she knew that if she was to act too quickly there could be negative consequences. She slowly opened her eyes and saw plain green walls, and a window.

She felt something around her waist, so she slowly moved her hand down her body and touched the heavy weight weighing down her hip. ‘It’s an arm!’ she thought. ‘Who in the hell?’

She then slowly rolled over and was met with the sexiest sight she could have ever dreamed of. She was laying next to a rumpled and sleeping Ryan, and his muscular arm was protectively around her. As she moved, his arm tightened slightly around her.

Heather slowly laid back down, and took in the sight in front of her. Ryan looked very sexy sleeping right next to her, but why were they in the same bed? ‘I have no idea!’ Heather thought, ‘but right now I kinda don’t really care! I’ll just enjoy the moment.’

She slowly stroked her fingers through his hair, causing it to stick up even more. ‘He’s so cute.’ she thought closing her eyes. ‘I guess I fell asleep last night and he didn’t want to have to wake me up.’

Her eyes popped open, ‘Wait a second! How the hell did he get me in here? Did he carry me? He must be stronger than I thought!’ she smiled to herself.

Heather knew that she was not skinny, she was 5’ 10” and weighed more than most of her friends. She had always hoped to find a guy that was taller than her, and that was strong enough to be able to pick her up, not on his back, but with his arms alone. ‘I guess I got my wish.’ she thought and then smirked to herself.

Ryan shifted towards her and moaned quietly. ‘I wonder what he’s dreaming about? It better be me.’ she thought quietly. Heather knew that she really had no right to be that possessive, but she really didn’t want to wake up in a bed with her boyfriend and have him dreaming about erotic things with other girls, while she laid right next to him.

His arm tightened around her and pulled her body towards his. Heather had three younger brothers and knew that most of the time guys woke up with “a morning wood” (as her brother so eloquently put it), so she wasn’t very worried about the hardness that was currently poking her in the hip.

Heather just turned her head so that she could look Ryan in the face. His eyes slowly opened, “Good morning.” he smiled over at her.

“Morning.”

“How long have you been awake?” he asked as he ran his fingertips up and down her stomach.

“Only about ten minutes.” Heather answered
trying not to moan because of Ryan’s touch. “Do you mind if I ask why I’m in your bed?”

He smiled sheepishly, “Well, last night you fell asleep during the movie, and I thought that you looked too beautiful to wake up.” He looked over at her trying to gauge her reaction.

“Oh, well if that’s the answer, then how can I be mad at you!” she stated teasingly.

“I was hoping that you’d be okay with this.” he stated gesturing to the bed.

“It’s okay, but you better not try and get fresh Mister.” As she said this she rolled her body on top of his.

“What would happen if I did get fresh, hmm?”

“I’d probably have to punish you.” she whispered in his ear. “And I don’t know if you’d like that.” She said as she pressed her bottom onto his hardening shaft.

His hands grabbed her hips and he thrust upward. “Hmm... no... I think I’d probably enjoy it very much.” he groaned.

“Oh really? Okay then, first things first, we have to get ready for the day.” She jumped off of him and headed for the bathroom.

Ryan laid there, stunned. ‘What?’ he thought. His muddled mind couldn’t figure out that Heather had teased him and was not gonna finish what she had started as part of his punishment. ‘Good Lord! She wouldn’t really do that to me... would she?’

‘Apparently she would.’ he told himself as she came bounding out of the bathroom, fully dressed.

“Come on lazy bones, up and at ‘em!” She clapped her hands trying to get him going. “We need to stop at my house so that I can get changed and stuff first. Hurry up!” she said, pulling his arm in an attempt to get him out of bed. “We have a fun day ahead of us!”

“What could be more fun than what we were about to do?” he mumbled to himself.

“What was that?” she asked, looking at him questioningly.

“Nothing,” he answered out loud, while finishing the sentence in his thoughts with ‘that I won’t make you finish later.’ He smirked evilly to himself. With that thought in mind he got ready for the day, the entire time, planning his revenge.

Ryan and Heather got into his car and drove over to Heather’s house. Heather got ready in about fifteen minutes, they grabbed something to eat and then they were off.

“So where are we going?” Ryan asked, once they got back into the car.

“You’ll see when we get there, just drive.” Heather said mysteriously, pointing out the directions as they went.

They ended up at the park. Heather jumped out and waited patiently for Ryan to come around the car towards her. “First, we’re gonna play on the jungle gym for a while. The last person there’s a rotten egg!” As she said this she ran for the slide. Ryan ran after her.

They played on the jungle gym, then eventually gravitated towards the swings. “I love the swings!” Ryan stated.

“Me too! I especially always liked it when my brother, Daniel, would jump off. It always looked like he was flying, and then when he landed he always got hurt. I thought it was the most hilarious thing.” Heather laughed as she said this.

Ryan jumped off of the swing, and landed on his butt in the sand. Heather began laughing hysterically. “Apparently I still do!” She slowed the swing to a stop, and carefully stepped over to Ryan. His face was a mask of fake-pain. “But now you’ve hurt yourself.” she said in a fake motherly voice. “I guess we can’t play anymore, I guess it’s time to sit down.”

Heather walked over to the car and pulled out a basket that Ryan never saw her put into the car. “Come on,” she beckoned, “Follow me.” She grabbed his hand, pulled him up, and led the way to where they were going.

She led them down to the river, found a grassy spot, and spread out a blanket that had been hidden in the basket. He gingerly sat, and she plopped down next to him. “Now for the food!”

She pulled out two bottles of water, two turkey and cheese sandwiches, a bag of Ruffles cheddar and sour cream chips, a bowl of fruit, and some homemade chocolate-chip cookies. “Wow!” Ryan exclaimed, “You sure thought of everything!”

“Yep! Now let’s eat!” They set about eating almost all of the food, and then laid down next to each other.

“So, was this worth getting up for?” Heather asked.

“I guess so.” Ryan pouted. “I’ve had a really great time, but I sure wish we could have finished things back at my house.”

“Yes, well, there’s always time for that later.” Heather stated simply, kissing Ryan’s lips softly in a promise that there would be time for it later. “I’m gonna have to leave for a few days, right after I take my last final at school.” Heather told him, looking into his eyes.

“To go where?”

“Umm... my parents house. I have my three final exams tomorrow, then I’m gonna go over there for a little while. I’ll be back Thursday, so that’s only four days away.” She smiled at him. “You’ll make it ‘til then!” she teased.

He scooted his body closer to hers. “Yeah, I guess I will,” he kissed her nose, “but just hurry back.” he whispered in her ear.

She shivered, “Don’t worry, I will!”

They laid in the sun for a couple of hours, quietly talking about their respective families and their hopes for the future.

As the sun began to set Heather quietly whispered, “I guess we better start packing up. I’ve gotta get home.”

They packed up the basket, the rest of the food, and the blanket, and walked to the car. As Ryan unlocked the doors he asked, “Are you not coming to my house because you need to study?”

“No, I never really ever study, but I know that if I go over there with you, I won’t get any sleep. I’ll drop by your house before I leave tomorrow to say goodbye.” she said as she opened the car door.

They drove through town, talking about what they would do together the day Heather came home. The car pulled into Heather’s driveway, and she pulled the handle to open the door, and began stepping out.

“Wait!” Ryan said, pulling Heather back into the car. He brought their lips together forcefully, effectively knocking the breath out of Heather.

“Mmm...” Heather moaned. “If you don’t stop,” Heather said, breaking their lip contact and laying her head on Ryan’s chest, “I won’t ever leave this car.”

“That’s kind of the point.” Ryan stated, and then smiled his adorably sexy grin.

Before Ryan could go in for another kiss, Heather quickly pecked him on the lips and then jumped out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Heather called back, “Think of me!” and then she ran into the house.

‘Don’t worry,’ he thought, ‘THAT will definitely not be a problem, I can’t seem to STOP thinking about you!’

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The next day, while Ryan was trying to find something to do, rather than constantly think of Heather, Heather was having the same problem. She was trying to concentrate on her finals, but was failing miserably.

She had pre calculus first, American literature second, then education, and finally microeconomics. Heather, of course, hadn’t really studied for any of the tests, but that was normal for her. She hardly ever studied. She’d done just fine in high school without studying, and now she seemed to be doing okay in college too. She knew that if she was to actually apply herself, and make her classes her main priority, then she would have passed with flying colors and graduated at the top of her class, but during her high school career, she’d always had something more important, her family.

‘I’m afraid I’m gonna fail! Oh well... I can always take the classes again, but how many chances will I get in my life to date a sexy, rich, funny, down to earth, glorious, guy, named Ryan Reynolds. Not many!’ Heather laughed to herself.

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Eleven hours, and four finals later, and Heather was on her way to say goodbye to Ryan.

She drove up into his driveway and shut off the car. She noticed that there weren’t any lights on in the house.

“I hope he’s home.” she whispered to herself as she walked towards the porch. She walked up the few steps, and then knocked on the door. All she heard was silence.

She waited a couple moments more, knocked again, and still Ryan didn’t answer. ‘Where the hell is that boy?’ she asked herself. ‘I wonder if the door’s unlocked?’

She turned the knob and the door opened. ‘Hmm... that’s weird.’ she thought, ‘I guess I’ll just leave him a note and then I’ll call him tomorrow.’ She began to pout. ‘But, I wanted to get a kiss for the road. Oh well.’

She walked towards the kitchen intent on finding a piece of paper and a pen to write him a note, but was sidetracked when she noticed a small light flickering in Ryan’s room. ‘What the hell is that?’ she asked herself.

She began walking towards his room, wondering where Ryan was and what that light was. When she stepped through the door she noticed that the room smelled like vanilla and there were candles flicking merrily all over the room. The flames from the candles danced as if they had a life of their own.

Her eyes gravitated towards the bed, where she noticed a set of deep, chocolate-brown eyes, following her every move.

A shiver slowly made its’ way down her spine. Ryan laid stretched out on his bed, wearing only a pair of black boxers. ‘Oh God!’ Heather’s mind thought. ‘How glorious! Why is he doing this to me? God, I just want to rip off those boxers and... NO! STOP Heather! You can’t do that!’ she slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Just walk over to him and see what he means by this.’ she told herself.

She shuffled towards the bed trying to keep her eyes away from his hard body, but unable to comply with what her mind wanted. Her eyes had a mind of their own.

She stepped up to the bed and decided to try and ask what was going on. “H-h-hi!” she managed to squeak out.

“Hello love.” his deep voice rumbled.

“W-why are you laying almost n-naked on your bed with candles all around?” she asked him, hating the way she stumbled over the words.

“Well, I decided, since you just finished your exams, and I knew that you would be stressed, that I would give you a massage before you leave for your parents’ house.”

Heather finally got her stuttering under control, “You did huh? Well... rub away! Where do you want me to be, and what do you want me to do?”

He sensuously slipped off of the bed and stood next to her. “I want you to lay down on the bed.” he whispered in her ear.

She slowly lowered herself towards the bed, allowing her body to sink into the mattress, and her head to be cushioned by the pillows. He crawled up next to her and kneeled near her torso. “Okay, now I want you to take off your shirt...” he looked at her cloth-covered mounds, “...and your bra. I promise I won’t look.” Just to show that he wouldn’t he covered his eyes with his hands.

She sat up and slowly lifted the shirt over her head. She went to undo the clasp on her bra, but decided on something different. She scooted her body towards his, causing him to remove his hands from his eyes. He took in the sight of her lying on his bed without a shirt on, looking up at him pleadingly. “Actually...” she whispered seductively, “...I need a little help getting this off, the tricky little bugger’s stuck.”

Ryan gulped in a bit of fresh air, loving the fact that he had decided to do this for Heather. She turned her back towards him, allowing him the sight of her creamy white skin being stroked softly by her long, wavy locks.

His hands reached up to her back and slowly caressed her skin, his hands trailed along her spine, causing a shiver to run through her entire body. His fingers slowly unclasped her bra. His hands followed the straps around to the front of her body, allowing the piece of material to fall slowly onto the mattress. He pressed his chest towards her back, allowing the power of the contact of their skin to ripple through them.

His hands slid their way down her shoulders to her breasts, where he slowly cupped the bottoms of them. His thumbs slowly caressed her nipples, feeling them harden at the slight contact.

One of his hands left her breast to move her hair to the side, while the other continued to caress one of her milky white breasts.

His lips went to her neck, caressing, kissing, loving. He began to suck at her pulse-point, causing her to let out a breathless moan.

Ryan knew that if he didn’t let go of her now, he would never be able to, so he reluctantly took his hands away from her creamy skin, slowly placed a kiss on her shoulder and then gently laid her on her stomach.

He grabbed the bottle of massage oil that he had laid on the floor next to the bed, and slowly squirted a small potion into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together, effectively warming it up.

His hands slowly touched her bare shoulders, where he rubbed and massaged, causing Heather to moan in delight. He massaged and caressed her entire back, then ran his finger down the curvature of her spine, signaling the end of her pampering.

He slowly lent down, placed a kiss on her shoulder and softly whispered in her ear, “You better hurry up and put your shirt back on before I can’t control myself.” As if to emphasize his point he ran his hand down her entire body, ending at the juncture between her legs, and slowly rubbing.

He ripped his hands away and turned around. As Heather put her clothes back on she could hear Ryan’s heavy, labored breathing, and knew how much control Ryan had just used to allow her this pleasure without going an further.

She put her shirt back on and then looked to where Ryan was standing across the room from her. She slowly walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the bed. Heather gently pushed him down, and whispered, “Thank you.”

She straddled his lap and allowed him to push his enormous bulge up into her jean-clad warmth. His hands gripped her hips, and he pushed her as hard as possible down onto his lap, grinding her body against his erection, eliciting a moan from both. “Fuck yeah!” Ryan breathed, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

Ryan pushed his cloth-covered erection up into Heather’s heat over and over, filling the room with low, passionate moans, and short, heaving breaths. Ryan’s pushing and grinding became faster and faster. His increasing tempo showing Heather how close he was to exploding. With one final slam he came with a long groan, his entire body clenching up and his arms pulling Heather down and against his body as humanly possible.

He laid his head on her shoulder trying to control his breathing and rapidly beating heart. His large, warm hands caressed her back, in the hope that he hadn’t hurt her at all. Ryan hadn’t lost control like that in a very long time, and it kind of scared him that this girl was able to make him lose complete control of himself.

“I’m sorry love.” he whispered in her ear. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“N-n-no.” she stuttered, “I’m just fine.” She slowly smiled up at him. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, or at least I will be when I can slow down my breathing.” he chuckled softly, then looked up at her with a more serious look in his eyes, “I didn’t mean to lose control like that, I just wasn’t expecting you to place your warm and wonderful body into my lap like that.” As he said this he grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her body once again onto his lap.

She put her arms around his neck, “Yes, well, I wasn’t expecting you to do something romantic like burn candles and give me a sensual massage.” she told him softly. “Thank you very much for that by the way,” she exclaimed, “I had never had one before.”

He smiled softly at her, “You are very much welcome darlin’.”

“Working on your Texas accent, are we?” she asked while grinning, then looked over at his clock, “But I really have to go. I’m already gonna be really late as it is.” She jumped up off of his lap and grabbed his hand to lead him out to her car.

They walked out to the car and he pushed her up against it. He pushed his hard body up against hers, eliciting another low moan from her.

“Remember me while you’re gone.” he growled softly in her ear. “Remember this!” and he pressed his, once again, rock hard erection into the warmth between her legs.

“That,” she whispered, “is something I could never forget! I’ll see you in three days! Have a good time, and you better not forget me either.”

“I could never do that.” he stated softly and kissed her hard on the lips. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too! Bye!”

She drove off into the night, wishing she could stay, and dreading the next three days.
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