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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10290 -:- 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 Nine

“So what’s it like living in New York?” Heidi asked as she and Wendy sat in Emmy’s dressing room.

Rehearsal had finished for today. It had gone relatively well. Gerry kept smirking through the whole thing, and during their break asked how Jamie was in front of everyone. Trying not to glare at him, she said he was good but hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days. He was behaving through the rest of it and that had her worried. Whenever Gerry was on his best behavior, something was up.

Emmy had invited the girls back to have a chat afterwards. They were all getting along so well that Emmy felt like she had been working with them longer than she had. She was finding out that Heidi was the wild one while Wendy was actually the more reserved type. It was nice to be able to have other women to talk to.

Emmy smiled. “It’s great. New York is like it’s own little world. Christmastime is one of the best.”

“London at Christmas is going to be different for you, isn’t it?” Wendy asked. “I mean you’re going to be away from your family. Not to mention your boyfriend. It must be tough to be away from Jamie for so long.”

At the mention of her “boyfriend”, Emmy laughed nervously. “Yea, well Jamie knows this is what I want to do. Besides he’s busy back home with his career.”

“What does he do?” Wendy asked.

“Um…he’s a lawyer.” Emmy lied. “Or he will be when he passes the bar exam.” She silently prayed they would buy this load of crap she was feeding them. She hated to lie to anyone, but it had to be done.

“Wow a lawyer, not bad.” Heidi laughed. “Mum and dad must be proud.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Wendy reached over and opened it. There stood one of the stagehands, Thomas. He grinned and gave a small wave. “Good afternoon ladies. I have something for Miss Emmy.” He walked in and handed Emmy an envelope.

“What’s this Thomas?” Emmy took the envelope and gave it a confused look.

“That was delivered here this morning. I don’t know what it is. I was just told I had to give it to you.” The stagehand shrugged.

“Thanks.” Emmy gave him a half smile. “See ya Thomas.” She waved to him as he walked out.

“What is it Emmy?” Heidi peered over to take a look.

“I don’t know. Let me see.” Emmy looked at the envelope, addressed to her at the theater. Ripping open the envelope, she took out a thick letter. “Interesting. It’s a letter.” Suspicion began to run rampant in her brain by now. A love letter from a fake boyfriend? She quickly checked the signature and closed her eyes, praying that she wouldn’t kill someone. “It’s from Jamie.” She opened her eyes and put on her best fake smile.

“Ooo another love letter from the beau.” Wendy teased.

“What’s it say?” Heidi giggled.

“What? You can’t ask the lass to read her love letter to us!” Wendy exclaimed. “I’m sure those things are private between her and her man.”

“Oh I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Emmy laughed nervously. Or at least it better not be. She unfolded the letter. “I’ll read some to you and if it gets too bad I’ll stop.”

“See she’s willing to share.” Heidi laughed as Wendy rolled her eyes.

Emmy unfolded the letter as she cleared her throat and began to read.

My dearest Emmanuelle-

“Aww that is so sweet.” Wendy sighed.

“She hasn’t even got into the good parts and you’re already swooning.” Heidi rolled her eyes as Emmy giggled. “Go on Emmy.” She motioned with her hand. Emmy grinned as she continued.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen the beauty of your face, and yet it swims before my eyes each night as I dream. I miss you love, more and more each day. I keep telling myself this is for our own good. Our careers are important to us, but at what price? I would do anything for you, Emmy Grey. I hope you are having the time of your life in London. This will be good for you to get out on your own. However, I can’t help but be jealous of this Phantom who has your complete attention.

“Good god, I would kill to get myself a man who opens his heart like that.” Wendy interrupted. “Where did you find this bloke?”

Emmy laughed nervously. “I met him during the filming of one of my movies. He was interning there for the summer.” She silently prayed a lightning bolt wouldn’t come strike her dead. She quickly re-read the opening, willing the tears to stay away. Oh Gerry…

“Interning on a movie set when he’s a lawyer?” Heidi crinkled her brows.

“Um he was with the studio’s legal department.” Emmy looked down as she quickly began to read.

I can’t help but think of the last night we were together. I loved holding you in my arms. I didn’t want to let you go baby. I never want to let you go. The feel of your soft skin has my sense reeling. The way your silky dark hair slides through my fingers has me yearning to pull you closer and kiss you until the sun rises. You’re the air that I breathe Emmanuelle. I think about the day you come to me fully. When I can start out with a simple kiss that has you crying out my name for more. I love the way you moan when I-

“Ok, I think that’s enough.” By now Emmy was blushing profusely. I am going to kill him. “Yea, I think you get the picture.

“Hot damn. I definitely need a man like that.” Heidi shook her head in awe.

Emmy’s eyes scanned the letter as the phone in her dressing room rang. “Heidi can you get that for me?” She folded up the letter. She was going to finish that later in private. Then she was going to make Mr. Butler pay like he had never paid before.

Heidi grabbed the phone and answered. “Hello? Who? Oh my god, yes this is her dressing room. Yea, I know who this is. We’ve heard a lot about you. Wow, really? No I didn’t know that.” Her face lit up as she spoke. “Of course, she’s right here.” She held out the phone for Emmy. “Jamie’s on the phone. God he has such a sexy American accent. You didn’t tell me he’s originally from Long Beach.” She and Wendy exchanged glances as they smirked.

“What?” Emmy paled a bit. “Jamie?” But there is no Jamie! “Oh I forgot to mention that tidbit?” She gave a half smile. Oh I’m going to kill him!

“Take it, talk to your man.” Wendy nudged her.

Emmy took the phone and cradled it against her ear. “Hello?”

“Hello baby.” A strange voice filled her ear.

“Jamie?” Emmy asked with a shaky voice. What was going on here?

“Aw you don’t recognize me when I talk like this.” The male voice chuckled as it spoke in a flat American accent. “How about this love? Now do ya know who this is?” A thick Scottish brogue came through the line.

Emmy closed her eyes and fought the moan that was bubbling up her throat. “Oh hey there honey. I wasn’t expecting your call quite so soon.” If she thought Gerry’s brogue was sexy in person, it was amplified by a million on the phone.

“Do you think I’d let my girlfriend down? I mean all alone in London with that Gerry Butler? Now that man’s dangerous.” Gerry chuckled, knowing Emmy was performing her best acting job to date.

“You’re telling me.” Emmy muttered. “Miss me?” She tried to keep the talk up.

“More than you know baby. Did you get my letter?” Gerry laughed in the phone.

“Yes as a matter of fact I have. I was reading parts of it to the girls who are my castmates.” Emmy looked down at the letter in her lap. She couldn’t help grin. This was insane carrying on a conversation with someone who didn’t even exist. It didn’t help that the person she was carrying it on with could turn her into a pile of mush with one smile.

“If you were reading it to them then you haven’t gotten to the best parts yet.” Gerry’s voice taunted. “Trust me, if you read that whole letter you’d be in there all by yourself.”

“Oh is that a fact?” Emmy laughed. “Just what’s in that letter?”

“Go finish reading it love and I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be over around seven. I want to take a shower and grab us some dinner.” Gerry’s voice was soft, mesmerizing.

“G-Jamie, what’s in this letter?” Emmy cursed herself for damn near slipping and calling him Gerry.

“Go read it and I’ll see you tonight.” There was a click and the line was dead.

Emmy hung up the phone and gave the girls a nervous smile. “I love that man but sometimes he’s just too much.”

“He sounds so sweet.” Heidi smiled.

“Oh that’s one word for him.” Emmy nodded in agreement. I can think of several others right about now.

“We should get going. We’ll see you at rehearsal tomorrow.” Wendy stood up.

“Yea, it was fun today. Hey say hi to Jamie for me.” Heidi giggled as Wendy pushed her out of the dressing room, rolling her eyes.

Emmy let out a small laugh as the girls left. When the door closed, she stared at the letter in her lap. What had possessed Gerry to write this? When he came over last night, she wondered why he kept bringing up the subject of love letters. Picking up the letter, she once again unfolded it. Taking a deep breath, she began to read.

I love the way you moan when I kiss my way down your neck, using my tongue to taste the sweetness that is your skin. Words cannot describe the feeling I get when your fingers run up and down my chest. The second you touch me I find myself growing tight against the seam of my jeans. I ache for you especially when you tease me by sucking on the tip of my tongue when we kiss. I know we’ve only been together for a short time, but there is much I yearn to do to you. Even as I write this now I am hard and throbbing for you.

Emmy’s cheeks flushed as she thought of Gerry writing this. She could picture in her head him sitting there, his erection hard in his jeans. Last night as they lay on the couch together, she felt him behind her. He had kissed her neck as he kneaded her breasts, pressing his hardness against her from behind. She moaned softly as the memory embraced her. Then her eyes widened as she read the next part of the letter.

I keep thinking about you, and if you were with me right now. My mind fills with so many ideas. Do you know what I would do if I were there right now, sweet Emmanuelle? I feel the urge to tell you, express how much I need you. I long to kiss you first, a deep passionate kiss where all I can taste is you afterwards. My hands would roam over your body, stripping you. Nothing will hide your beautiful body from me, not even clothes. I would let my fingers trail up over your satiny skin, over your stomach as your breasts fall into my awaiting hands. How I love your breasts, they way they feel as I knead them or the way your nipples harden as I run my thumbs over them. I could spend hours just lying next to you, caressing and suckling.

“Oh god.” Emmy moaned as she took a deep breath. He’s torturing me, and worse yet, he knows it. Her eyes went back to the paper in her hands.

I know the day will come when I can claim you as my own. When that day comes, nothing will stop us from becoming one. The thought of being inside you drives me to the brink of madness. As I imagine of all the things I want to do to you, I can’t help but take matters into my own hands. I’m so hard right now, love it hurts. Even as I slide my hand up and down, I think of only you. Your mouth and your touch haunt me with each thrust. I am not sure how much longer I can hold off. With that, I shall end this letter. Trust me love, it will not be the last of it’s kind. Until you hear from me again, remember that I think of you each moment of the day.

Love,

The Man Who Loves You

Emmy stared at the piece of paper. The letter had left her wanting to track down Gerry and make him live up to everything he promised. Then she remembered he was coming over tonight. They had planned to watch movies tonight at her place. A smile crept up on her face as she stuffed the letter back into the envelope.

* * * * * *

Now this is heaven. Closing her eyes, Emmy breathed deeply. The hot water from her bath began to loosen her muscles as she lay in the huge porcelain claw foot tub. The scented oil she used began to perfume the room with the scent of roses. Her thoughts drifted back to the letter that Gerry wrote her. The mental images that he painted in her mind had her moaning softly. Waving her fingers around in the soapy water Emmy’s eyes began to close in a sleepy haze.

She moaned as a large hand began to caress her body under the water. She bit her lip as she felt the hand slide down over her breasts, cupping one in the palm. The instant she felt a thumb brush over the hardened peak of her nipple, she let out a small cry. Nevertheless, the hand would give no mercy. It slid down the flat of her stomach until it reached the juncture of her thighs. As if sensing it’s request, her thighs parted. Instantly the hand was there, the long fingers stroking her. She gripped the sides of the tub as she pushed herself against the fingers. Yet they were unrelenting. She could feel one finger trace her folds lazily as the thumb teased her bud. As she arched up even further, she could hear the sound of a Scottish brogue in her ear, whispering. “I’ve wanted to do this for you for a long time Emmy.”

She could almost feel the soft lips at her ear. She cried out as he continued his sensual assault. His thumb stroked her, circling over and over as his heel of his palm pressed down with an erotic friction. The jolts of pure pleasure hit her like lightning. She tried to squirm away from the hand but it wouldn’t let her. The thumb teased her as it brought her to the very edge of insanity. She pushed up against the sides of the tub, forcing herself onto the hand. With one last stroke of the thumb, her body exploded as an orgasm crashed over her. She cried out as her body started to tremble as the hot rush of passion ripped through her. The voice was there again as it whispered in her ear. “That’s it love. Come for me, let me give this to you. Feel me. Give in to me love.”

When it was over Emmy fell back into the water. She moaned softly as her eyes flickered. I must have fallen asleep. God what a dream. Stirring softly she reached up to rub her eyes. She opened her eyes and gasped loudly.

Kneeling next to the bathtub was Gerry. He was staring down at her with such an intense look that she felt her body shiver under the water. His eyes had darkened and his mouth was set in a firm line. Upon first look, anyone would think he was angry. However, she knew him enough to know he wasn’t angry. He was aroused. That’s when she began to notice other things. For starters, he didn’t have a shirt on. His broad chest was bare, dusted with a fine sheen of sweat from the steam from the bath. The black jeans he wore hung low on his hips, almost molded to his thighs. His hair was tousled in the sexy way she loved. But his arm…his hand was submerged under the water. As she moved, she felt his fingers brush between her legs.

Her eyes widened as her voice barely came out as a whisper. “It wasn’t a dream was it?”

Gerry’s hand slid under the water to cup a breast as he lowered his head. His lips brushed over her’s as he whispered. “No, but did you want it to be?” He stared into her dark eyes as he bit back a groan. He was rock hard and his jeans felt ten sizes too small.

Emmy saw the look in his eyes and shook her head. “No.” She barely got the word out before Gerry’s mouth came crashing down on her’s. The kiss was intense as their tongue reached out for each other’s at once. Emmy’s hand came around to cup his head as she pulled him down, deepening the kiss. She moaned in his mouth when she felt his hand began to slowly knead her breast. “I see you found the key I left in your dressing room?” She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.

“Put it to good use if ya ask me?” His eyes sparkled. When he had come into the house, he couldn’t find her at first. When he stepped into the bathroom and saw her in the tub, he hardened instantly. Her eyes had been closed and the temptation was too great. So far, all they had done was heavy kissing. Seeing her like that, he needed to do more.

Emmy lifted her hand out of the water and slid it up his chest. “That is the whole point of you having it, isn’t it?” She let her fingers brush over a flat nipple.

As she sat up in the bath, Gerry couldn’t hold back the growl. The water sluiced off her breasts and he fought the urge to capture the water droplets on her nipples with his mouth. Instantly he reached for her and pulled her to him in a fiery kiss. He hissed as her wet breasts pressed against his chest. His hands slid up and down her back, moving down to cup her wet bottom in his hands. Sucking on her tongue, he moaned at the sheer pleasure of it all.

When the kiss ended, Gerry smirked down at her as he caressed her face. “Did you read the rest of the letter, love?” When he saw Emmy blush, he chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“My god where did you ever learn to write like that?” Emmy asked as she buried her head in his chest. “That was so…so…”

“Hot?” Gerry supplied while smirking.

“Romantic, sensual and very sexy.” Emmy finished. “I just wish I had a real boyfriend.” She sighed.

“You do Emmanuelle.” Gerry’s voice had grown husky as he held her close to him. He kissed her softly. “You have me.”

“Is that was this is? Because I need to know, Gerard.” Emmy looked deep into his eyes.

“We have each other now. I know it’s not the easiest way, with us having to hide it. But never doubt that you have me, love.” Gerry’s thumbs brushed along her cheeks. “Every word in that letter came from me, not some fictitious asshole who can never have you. From me!” He emphasized the last part. “I meant every word of it, Emmy.” His voice grew hoarse as he pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.

“I know. That’s what made it so special. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.” Emmy smiled against his chest. “Thank you so much, Gerry.”

He smiled as he rubbed his hands down her back. “Anything for you.” When he felt the goose bumps on her skin, he pulled back. “I need to get you out of this tub and warm you up.” He went and reached for her towel.

“Will you stay tonight?” She asked softly. “I want to wake up next to you in the morning.”

Seeing the loving look in her eyes, Gerry smiled. “Of course. I wouldn’t leave for all the money in the world. I love having you in my arms.” Emmy smiled as she stood up and grabbed the towel he offered. She wrapped it around her body and he helped her step out of the tub. Instantly she was back in his arms. “Come on, I have dinner waiting for us.” He led her out of the bathroom.

* * * * * *

Emmy laid awake listening to the rhythmic sound of Gerry’s breathing. They had gone to bed almost two hours ago but sleep still eluded her. She snuggled down into his arms as she lazily ran her fingers over his bare chest. Her mind was on all what happened that day. Between Gerry’s letter and the bathtub incident, she smiled as a thought crept into her mind. I am his girlfriend. Then she suddenly lost her smile. At the end of the letter he had signed it, the man who loves you. But did he really? He never actually said the words.

Maybe I’m just being silly, she thought to herself. His actions were speaking louder than any words could. Still it would be nice to hear them, she sighed. After today, she had no doubts of her own. She was in love with him. A part of her was scared because she knew the reaction her parents would have. But this was her life. She was going to live it on her terms, no one else’s. With that thought in mind, she laid a soft kiss on Gerry’s chest where his heart lay. “Goodnight Gerry. I love you.” She whispered softly as her eyes closed.
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