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On fire	By : Kat1975 Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 7043 -:- 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

**Thunderstorm**

A few moments later both were sitting in the kitchen and holding cups in their hands. Gerry studied his surroundings with interest as it kept his focus on something other than for example her breasts.

There were flowers on the table and a fruit basket, things that were most unlikely to be seen in bachelor pads. She sat opposite him and looked thoughtful. It was this very thoughtful look that frightened him, as out of experience it was most likely that yet another obstacle would be the result of more thinking on her part.

Inescapably she put that cup down, another bad sign since it was still full. Some coffee sloshed onto the table and she abruptly got up “listen it’s really late and I guess…I mean as great as the rules are, I think you should really better leave now”. Gerry was not amused that after all his show of good will, she was still trying to get rid of him. Forgetting conveniently that a short while ago he was about to leave because he wanted to.

How was it possible that this happened to him? He was used to the vast majority of women being putty in his hands and the ones that were not, he tended not to notice as they were a negligible minority group.

Feeling sorry for himself he gave her a hurt, sad look that made her sigh but obviously not change her mind. Tamsin handed him a cordless phone “why don’t you call a cab Gerry…” At that precise moment a flash of light outside the kitchen window was followed closely by a big bang. The next thing was the distinct patter of rain against the window, a lot of rain to be precise.

Perfect, he could not have planned it better. That thunderstorm had exactly the right timing as it gave him an excuse to stay. He decided that for him this was proof enough that God was male. Or did it only prove that God was a woman wanting her not to miss out?

He grinned and crossed his arms “you can’t possibly send me out into this terrible natural disaster. In a moment the streets will be flooded and there won’t be a single cab available for hours!” and as if he were not exaggerating enough be added smugly “I might catch pneumonia and die and it would all be your fault honey”.

She stared hard at him “fine” and stormed out of the kitchen. “Hm” Gerry thought as this was far less resistance than he had anticipated. A moment later she returned with a duvet and pillow in her hand and said ”‘come on then”. He did not follow immediately, so she simply left him sitting there.

He felt somewhat flabbergasted, got up and found her a moment later with crossed arms in the living room, duvet and pillow on the sofa. Oops. He had obviously made an amateurish mistake. He looked at her first, then the sofa. She hit her head with her hand “right, I forgot something. Follow me”. She stopped in the bathroom and shoved a towel, an unused toothbrush and a pair of folded black boxers at him.

When he looked at the boxer shorts with concern, she informed him “don’t worry they are clean. My ex left them here a while ago and we don’t want you to walk around naked so you catch pneumonia or something right? Anything else I forgot?” He shook his head deeply regretting his request to stay. He should have by now accepted that things were not going his way tonight. “You’re serious, are you?” “Yes Gerry I am”

”Alright then, I really need to go and sleep now. Shall I wake you up tomorrow morning? Otherwise just help yourself and close the door behind you.” When he remained silent she came over and gave him a kiss onto his left cheek and said “I am sorry Gerry” turned around and left him standing there.

Once she was in her bedroom she closed the door behind her and breathed out heavily. This had been the hardest thing she had done in a while. All the time she had wanted him not only to stay, but also to fall asleep next to him… after they’ve had hot sex of course.

But she was completely convinced that had she allowed the hot sex part to happen now, he would not be there in the morning and she would feel absolutely terrible. But he had looked so damn sexy and confused. She did not dare to picture him in these boxers for he would be a pretty sight for sure. Oh darn…she really wanted him and now she had to thank herself that this hot guy would be sleeping on her sofa instead of sleeping with her.

Gerry angrily pulled down his jeans and then his shirt over his head. He threw it over the rim of the bathtub. For a moment he considered to walk around naked, so she would hopefully catch a glimpse of what she missed out on.

On second thought he realised that she already knew what she was missing out on. Did that mean he turned her not that much on? Was she pushing him away because he was not the great lover he had been so sure he was? Now he was really thinking nonsense. But a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in his mind nonetheless.

He sloshed cold water onto his face and looked into the mirror. His own green eyes stared angrily back at him. He looked away, turned and traipsed to where he would spend the rest of the night. Alone!

On his way out he nearly tripped over his own jeans but with a sullen glance decided to leave them there in hope that she would fall over them and break a leg.
After he had spent five minutes in the dark on that damn sofa, which was not only uncomfortable per se, but also too short for his long frame, he threw his pillow angrily into the dark and as a result heard a plonk and then the sound of shattering glass.

Moments later the light was turned on and Tamsin stood in the doorframe. She looked at Gerry first and then at the remainders of her favourite vase, the flowers spread all over the place and the water that slowly seeped into her cream coloured carpet.

Without a word she started to pick up the mess and stifled a yelp when she cut her finger. After she had taken the shards to the kitchen she returned and saw Gerry kneel down to gather up the remaining pieces. Without looking at her he muttered “sorry, I didn’t mean to…I was just so angry because that damned sofa is…ah never mind.”

She started to gather the flowers “don’t worry…that was just my favourite vase.” He followed her to the kitchen where she put the flowers into the sink. When he saw her bleeding finger and took her hand into his. “Where are your band-aids?” Tamsin opened a drawer and he took the package out “hey look, I am really sorry...”

She grinned faintly and said”‘well let’s tick this night off under the category disasters and move on with…life” He frowned and looked at her, then nodded before he put a band aid over the cut on her finger. “There you go…now go sleep. I promise I won’t destroy any more vases” and with that he gently shoved her towards the doorframe “and I can’t wait to get back onto my cosy sofa…”

”ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT…come on then get your duvet and that wretched pillow before you demolish my whole living room” then she hastily added “but that no sex rule is still effectual!” Although this constraint was a drawback, Gerry felt very satisfied with the overall development. Women seemed to change their minds with reliable frequency and now he got at least his way by getting to sleep in her bed.

Tamsin had simply not been able to resist him standing there naked apart from the negligible black piece of silky fabric. He surely was easy on the eye with that stubble on his handsome face, his broad chest and overall very nicely defined body. She felt arousal flame up and at once leaped under her covers pulling them up to her chin. No sex. No sex. No sex.

All her brain registered was sex, sex, sex and when he entered her bedroom she was unable to not let her eyes glide all over his body. She closed her eyes and a moment later felt his weight dent the mattress. As she opened her eyes again his face was very close to hers. “We can still kiss, right?” he inquired with an amused smirk. Tamsin simply turned off the light, her heart hammering in her chest. No way she could kiss him in bed and keep to her plan.

”Hey, you can’t just turn off the light and not answer me!” his voice cut through the darkness. “That’s using unfair means” Gerry pointed out and then she heard rustling and tensed when she felt his hand touch her back. That warm hand stroked down her back and shivers ran down her spine. Tamsin quickly turned around which only resulted in his hand now being on her stomach.

He found her hip with ease, brought them closer together and then let his hand run up her body without violating his no-hands-under-the-top rule. Gerry carefully avoided her nipples which anyway stood erect awaiting attention. A moment later his hand reached her throat and soon his thumb trailed the outline of her lips, which she automatically parted.. Without further ado he found her lips with his and she moaned as his warm lips started to play with hers, applying soft, teasing pressure.

His tongue gently demanded entrance to her mouth and met with her hot tongue. Gerry held her hip with one hand and their bodies met. She felt how hard he was. He moaned at the contact and increased the friction by slowly moving against her. Tamsin’s low moan was the answer he had been so eagerly waiting for. Although his hand had not pushed up her shirt, there was a piece of bare skin on her lower back. His thumb stroked the sensitive skin there and made her arch her body.

It felt so incredibly good, his hands on her, hers on his naked warm skin. And although she found it nearly impossible to do, she put both her hands onto his chest and peeled away her lips from his.

He was torn between annoyance and frustration, but then both feelings made space for resigned acceptance. He still wanted to scream but restricted himself to a heart-felt sigh and put some space between them. “Thank you Gerry” Tamsin whispered. This was an in Gerry’s opinion a rather inadequate reward.

After what seemed like a long time Gerry lay still awake. He was so worked up that his arousal would just not vanish. His cock was still hard and his breathing, although it had slowed down, was far from the steady, slow rhythm of the sleeping. He was sure he felt his own body radiate heat, which seemed to meet the heat her body was emanating. No way would he be able to sleep in this state.

Was she asleep? He let his hand wander down to his chest and then over his flat stomach. Even before he had reached his erection, he felt desire and lust flare up with force. He wrapped his hand around his hard dick and had to suppress a moan that still turned into a hiss at this long needed touch. He started to slowly move his hand which was torture since all he needed was a quick hand-job.

Her mouth would of course feel so much better on his hard length. He imagined the hot, wetness around his aroused flesh, her tongue that would twirl around the tip. He pictured how she would swallow him to the hilt. Gerry simply had to quicken his hand movements and stopped caring whether she heard him or not.

Tamsin had tried to sleep his sheer presence kept her wide awake. Now she felt rigid all over and could not believe what she was heard. There was his strained breathing and a faint but quickening rustle of the sheets. He was pretty sure that he was jerking off right next to her! Instead of feeling shocked she felt a rush of lust run through her. She would have given a lot to see him right now.

Watch his face getting flushed and his chest heave, how he held his erection firm in his own hands. See how he increased the speed, how his muscles would tighten until he found release. How erotic would it be to observe his ecstatic face the moment his cock started to twitch in his hands and spilled its creamy seed onto his own stomach? Witness him calming down and slowly relax.

But she also wanted to feel him inside her and not waste his arousal in his own hands. She wanted to see the passion on his face and feel the weight of his body on hers, his breathing on her body and all his attention directed towards her. She wanted to feel his cock’s hardness press into her and then hear him groan in her ear as he entered her in a long stroke.

She wanted him to make love to her and make her come harder than the night before. She waned to feel his hard length inside her and fill her until she would cry out his name and beg him to thrust faster. She wanted him to come inside her at the exact moment she came. But there was nothing she could really do other than leave him alone and allow him to get the release she had forced him to find by himself.

He felt the tension grow in his loins and the hotness spread wider throughout his body. His heart was racing by now and his hand worked his thick, throbbing erection with a frantic speed. His senses lost all connection to the outer world and there was only the building up of his so desperately needed climax.

He felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch in his hand while spurt after spurt of his semen was ejected with force. Unable to hold it back he let out a long stretched low groan as hot quicksilver seemed to shoot through his body and made every single nerve ending in his body tingle. As his breathing slowed he felt blissful contentment and fell asleep nearly.
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