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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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Chapter 9

“What’s wrong?” Gerry asked crouching down to be at eye level with Ann.

“Please forgive me, Gerry,” Ann cried out.

He grabbed her into a hug. “There is nothing to forgive. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes I did,” Ann sniveled into his chest. “We had a wonderful night and you told me you loved me and I ran.”

Gerry just held Ann for a minuet while she cried. He tried to get her to stop, but it was useless. He had to admit he was a little pissed when she left, but it was obvious that she was more upset with herself then he was. “Shh, Ann it is going to be okay,” he said, holding her tight and rubbing her back.

“It can't be that easy,” Ann said as her sobbing subsided. “You have to be at least a little mad.”

“Well I am,” Gerry said, “but not near as much as you are.”

“How can you not hate me?” Ann asked looking up at him.

“Because I love you. Even will all the things from your past that caused you to run, I still love you.”

“So you know about Adam?”

“Yes, Brendan told me.” Ann’s look change to one of anger. “Don’t get mad at him. Had I not known about that I would have though that you left because you had no feelings for me.”

Ann looked at him for a moment. She finally realized how stupid she was. In spite of all her faults, he loved her. That, in turn, made her love him even more. She pulled Gerry in for a hug. “Thank you for forgiving me,” Ann said as a tear ran down her still wet cheek. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.”

Gerry didn’t know what to do. He wanted to say something sweet but all that came out was, “Do you wana come inside?”

“Love to.” Gerry stood up and offered his hand to Ann. When he pulled her up, she stumbled a bit, falling onto him.

He grabbed her face and kissed her. Ann parted her lips to allow his tongue in. she broke the kiss and said, gasping for air, “Keys, now!”

Gerry fumbled with the keys, trying to get the door open. Finally, he got it open and Ann shoved him inside.

Between kisses, they began to remove their clothing, leaving a trail of shirts and shoes on their way to the bedroom.

They fell on to the bed while the kisses got deeper and hotter. “Hold on a sec,” Ann said while Gerry nibbled her neck. “I’ll be right back.” Ann got up and walked to the bathroom. Gerry leaned back onto his elbows and watched her walk away. Just the way she moved her butt while she walked, made Gerry grow hard.

When Ann shut the door, she looked in the mirror. She looked horrible, face all blotchy from crying. She didn’t care though.

When Ann walked out of the bathroom, Gerry was in awe. She was completely necked. She had a perfect body, with curves in all the right places. He stood and walked over to her.

Ann grabbed Gerry and crushed her lips on his. He moved his hands to her ass and pulled her so close she could feel his erection rubbing against her. Ann pulled her body back, keeping her lips on his, and unbuttoned his pants. Gerry pushed them as far down as they would go, finally getting them off buy twitching his legs a bit.

Ann pushed him on to the bed, where he fell with out a word. She looked at him, admiring his tone body, not as much as he was in TR2, but he was still damn hot.

Ann straddled his legs. Gerry let out a groan when Ann wrapped her hand around his cock and teased him. “God I want you,” he let out.

Ann lifted herself up and hovered her entrance right over his throbbing member. She lowered just a little and lifted off, teasing him. She did it again and watched with joy as his eyes grew larger with need.

When she came down again, Gerry grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down, forcing himself inside. Ann bit her lower lip and let out a moan at the sensation of him filling her.

Ann began to ride him slowly, enjoying every minuet. Gerry groaned as he forced Ann to speed up. “God, that feels good,” Ann hissed, as Gerry moved his hands up to her breasts.

“You are so wet, baby,” Gerry growled.

Ann thrust harder against him, as their breathing deepened. “You like it hard?” she moaned.

“Oh God, Oh fuck me!” Gerry let out with a guttural growl.

Ann could feel that Gerry was on the edge so she began to massage her clit. Gerry pushed her hand away, hearing her moan as he stimulated her clit, circled around her clit lightly brushing his index finger over it

“Mmm. Oh shit, this feels good!” Ann whimpered. Their breathing accelerated as Gerry quickened his rubbing. He hooked his finger under her nub as he felt her wall tighten. “Oh yeah, oh fuck me,” Ann cried as the waves rolled over her.

Gerry took the initiative, and flipped Ann on to her back. He thrust into her harder and harder as she cried out his name in pleasure.

He held back his orgasm to keep Ann going longer. “Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!” She continued to scream out his name while the orgasm rolled over her again, and again and again.

Her walls were so tight, Gerry couldn’t hold it anymore. He burst inside her, letting out a growl. Ann could still feel her body riding the last of the orgasm, as Gerry collapsed on top of her.

He was so exhausted, he could hardly move. Luckly, the cigarettes were on the table next to the bed. He lit one up. “Me too,” Ann said as she turned on her side.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Gerry said handing her the lit one and lighting another.

“Yep, I do, especially after that. I love what you do to me.”

“It only works because of what you do to me,” Gerry said with a smile.

They finished smoking, climbed under the sheets and let sleep take over. Just as Ann had laid her head on his chest she said, “I love, more than you will ever understand. I now know how stupid I was for leaving.”

“I love you two, and that’s all that matters. Not what you did yesterday, or last week or last year. The only thing that matters is that we are together.” He kissed the top of her head, and the two fell asleep, bodies entwined.

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Ann woke up the next morning and opened her eyes to Gerry sleeping peacefully next to her. She smiled seeing him so happy. “I’m trying to sleep,” Gerry said, his eyes still closed, “so stop staring at me.”

“I can't help it,” Ann laughed. “I can't take my eyes off of you.”

“No quoting music this early in the morning.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, now I am awake,” he said as he got out of bed. “Do you want me to start some coffee before I get in the shower?”

“Nope, I was actually going to go get some Starbucks. What do you want?”

“Americano, strong. Take the keys. I think they are on the floor somewhere.”

Ann found the keys, but she couldn’t find her shirt. ‘This will do,’ she though pulling on the sweater Gerry was wearing the night before. She felt so safe wrapped up in his scent.

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Lynn woke up early and stood by the window in the living room in only a t-shirt. As she sipped her coffee, she saw Ann walking out of the Starbucks. ‘Looks like she had a good night,’ Lynn thought, chuckling to herself.

“What is so funny?” Brendan said walking up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Ann is wearing Gerry's sweater.”

“I see. I knew if I told her where he was that everything would be okay.”

“Don’t act so pleased with yourself. It is so unattractive.”

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When Gerry got out of the shower, he found Ann wrapped in his sweater, watching TV in the living room.

“Fits you well,” he said sarcastically. It was in fact way too big.

“Not really,” Ann said handing him his coffee. “I just like the way it smells.”

“So what do you wana do today?” Gerry asked, slipping behind Ann in the overstuffed leather chair.

“Actually this is fine; just sitting here with you is all I need right now.”

“Fine with me.”

For the next few hours, they just sat there, not speaking, enjoying being together in silence. Around one, Ann began to feel a bit hungry. “Do you have any food?”

“Do you know of any bachelor who keeps food in their fridge?” Gerry said with a chuckle.

“Actually, no,” she said getting up. “Good thing Lynn went shopping yesterday. Come with me and I’ll make you something.”

“Lynn isn’t going to threaten me, is she?”

“I can't promise that,” Ann said, laughing at the face he made.

When they walked into the apartment, Brendan was watching the History Channel Lynn looked up from the computer and smiled. “Glad to see you finally happy.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop smirking,” Ann said hugging Lynn. “Oh and Brendan, you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” Ann glared at him.

“What did I do?” he said trying to look innocent.

“You know exactly what you did,” she said attacking him, tickling him mercilessly.

“Hey, get off my boyfriend,” Lynn yelled, joining the fight.

Gerry looked on and laughed as the three of them laughed so hard they cried. Eventually, Brendan pinned Ann down as Lynn tickled her until she cried, “Mercy, for the love of God, mercy!” They let her up and on her way to the kitchen, she asked, “ Do you two want something while I am in here?”

“I would like a juicy steak,” Brendan said with a smirk.

“Well all you are going to get is turkey or ham. Choose one. The sandwich shop is officially open.”

Ann stood in the kitchen and made everyone a sandwich. She laughed when Gerry and Brendan got into a fight over which show was better, Modern Marvels or Mail Call. ‘Boy,’ she thought, ‘always fighting over the TV.’ When she was finished, she delivered each persons sandwich personally. Gerry offered to help when she went back to get everyone a drink, but Lynn stopped him saying, “She lives for this ‘Mrs. Cleaver’ bullshit. Just let her work.”

“This is so good,” Gerry exclaimed after taking a big bite of his sandwich. “What did you put on it?”

“The perfect amount of mayo and just a sprinkle of love,” she said kissing his forehead.

“Oh, how cute,” Lynn said. “They aren’t as good as the ones we used to get from Jessica though.”

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t work at Subway for 8 years,” Ann said trying to look hurt and throwing her napkin at Lynn’s head.

“Hey, that hurt,” Lynn said jokingly. Ann stuck out her tongue at her and they both laughed, leaving the boys to wonder what was so funny.

Nothing much happened the rest of the day. Ann got in a fight with Brendan over the fact that Metallica’s Black Album was the best. Brendan kept saying that Re-Load was better. Lynn stopped the argument by saying. “Re-Load was crap, and until you admit that, I am going to with hold sex.”

“You wouldn’t dare?” Brendan asked, obviously concerned.

“Did I stutter?” Lynn said as straight face and serious as Ann had ever seen.

“Okay, okay,” Brendan said giving up, “the Black Album was better.”

“Glad you agree,” Lynn said with an evil smile.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

The four of them decided to stay in that evening to watch some movies. Lynn overruled Braveheart, much to Ann and Brendan’s sadness. Brendan retalieated by saying that no one was watching Roswell. Finally, Ann put in Blow after Gerry said no to Phantom.

“I’ve never seen this movie,” Gerry said during the opening credits.

“Are you serious?” Ann said with a puzzled look on her face.

“I don’t often have time to watch movie.”

“Well aren’t you glad you have the time to watch one of the finest Johnny Depp movies ever?” Lynn said grinning.

“I guess,” Gerry said rolling his eyes.

Ann smacked him and said, “You will not disrespect The Depp in front of me.”

“Ann, calm down,” Brendan said. “Give him a break; he’s English.”

“Scottish,” Gerry yelled.

“All right boys, no more fighting,” Ann said as she and Lynn laughed at how upset Gerry got at Brendan’s comment.

Gerry thought it was funny when he thought of how many time Lynn and Ann had to have seen the movie to be able to quote 90% of it. He was about to tell Brendan why he was laughing when Ann put her hand over his mouth.

“Shut up, this is the best part.” Then the song ‘Black Betty’ came on and Johnny’s character came out in a white suit, walking to the beat. Both Lynn and Ann had leaned forward, mouths open, almost drooling, making orgasm noises.

“What was so great about that?” Brendan asked.

“If you were gay or a girl you would understand that that scene is one of the sexiest scenes in motion picture history,” Ann said letting out a deep breath.

“I don’t know about that,” Lynn said with a smile. “I thought the breakfast scene in ‘Sugar’ was pretty hot.” Ann nodded her head in agreement.

“You saw that?” Brendan asked.

“Of course I did,” Lynn said. “It was a good movie and you should be proud of it.”

“It can't be any worse than ‘Jewel of the Sahara,’” Gerry said trying to hide his face.

“Is that one of your movie?” Ann asked. “I haven’t heard of that one. I might try to find it if you think it was that bad.”

“Please don’t ever watch that movie,” Gerry said in a serious tone, almost pleading with her.

“You know, now that you have begged me not to see it I will?”

“I realized that might be the case after I had already said it.”

The rest of the night went well. Lynn decided to make her famous tomato vodka sauce with pasta. The four of them sat around the table drinking wine and talking about all the stupid things they did when they were younger. For Lynn, Ann, and Brendan, all the stories were only a few years old, making Gerry feel ridiculous. They were all still in their early twenties and he was in his mid thirties. Ann could sense what he was feeling.
“Don’t feel bad that you are hanging out with a bunch of young’ins, I like my men older. That way we tent to be at the same maturity level.” They all laughed, even Gerry.

The night wore on and Ann was feeling tired. Gerry got up to leave, but Ann stopped him. “You don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Gerry said. “Good night you two,” he directed towards Lynn and Brendan.

Gerry had to use the bathroom so Ann went to her bedroom alone. When he opened the door, Ann was undressing, singing softly to herself, a Keane song that Gerry recognized.

“If only I don't bend, and break. I'll meet you on the other side. I'll meet you in the light. If only I don't suffocate. I'll meet you in the morning, when you wake.”

Gerry interrupted her by saying, “Why don’t you sing like that for me?”

Ann jumped. “Because the best singing I do is when people aren’t supposed to be listening.”

Gerry laughed as they got into bed, and Ann tried to throw her stuffed animal of the bed before he noticed. “You think I am pathetic because I still have a teddy bear, don’t you?” Ann said with a furrowed brow.

“Nope,” Gerry said kissing her, “it just makes you more adorable then before.”

“Stop it,” Ann said with a giggle, “you’re making me blush.” Ann fell asleep, just listening to Gerry breathing. ‘How did I get this lucky?’ she asked herself as she drifted off into a dream.

Her perfect dream of a perfect picnic in central park with Gerry was rudely interrupted by Lynn’s screaming of, “Oh God,” and, “Fuck me!” from the next room.

Ann pulled the pillow out from underneath her head and put it over her face, trying to block out the noise. In the process Gerry woke up after being hit in the face with the pillow. “What is going on?”

“Apparently Lynn is making Brendan pay for the Metallica thing. I really wish that room was sound proofed.”

“She is rather loud. I bet you could be louder,” Gerry said with a wicked smile.

“Already there,” Ann said as she removed her pajama bottoms, and climbed on top of Gerry. She took his cock in her hands and brought him to full attention in a few strokes. Ann rode Gerry with all she had.

“I don’t think I have ever been that loud,” she exclaimed when she had come back down.

“I certainly think you win the prize on lung strength.” They both chuckled as they felt sleep take over their sweaty bodies. “I could get used to this kind of thing. Waking up in the middle of the night and having mind blowing sex.”

“Me too,” Ann said as she floated into a deep sleep.

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