THE BEATLES IMAGINES

beach

I was laying on the sand at the beach with George, a common encounter between us. Not necessarily at any random park or beach, just whenever we wanted to watch the sunset we would lay on the floor and talk.

"Whats the time, sweetheart?" George asked me as I opened my eyes from laying on his stomach, I held my right wrist out for the time and saw it was around 2:30pm.

"Half two," I mumbled into his stomach and he responded with a positive sound, "mhm"

"I can't sleep," George laughed as he opened his eyes annoyingly, I giggled as I got my stomach up from his and he lifted both of his legs up as if to catch me from falling back.

"Yeah, I imagine so when there's fucking sand in your arse," I laugh as I let out a quiet yawn. We both were wearing our swimming suits, George in his shorts and I in my bathing suit.

"TMI," he laughed at me, but I didn't catch on.

I frowned, not knowing what that meant, he didn't bother explaining. He just lifted himself up, making his legs drop and therefore I did. I landed on his legs and he winced a little.

"I've never seen that before..." George giggled as he looked into my eyes, then my forehead, I instantly felt insecure, what did he notice? I smiled trying to get it out of him of what he noticed.

"What is it?"

"You've got something on your forehead.." George continued to look at it, what was it!

"George.."

He held my back with his right hand as he moved his face closer to my forehead.

"Just some freckles on your forehead. There," he smiled as he pressed a kiss on my forehead, I felt quite fooled, but I blushed, I thought there was a bug impersonating a mole or something, but he did worry me.

"Really, that was it?"

"Nothing to be worried about," he chuckled as he wrapped his other arm around my back. I was practically sitting on him, but now he laid down, holding me still.

"You made it seem like there was... I don't know, something massive on my forehead. Like a massive spot or like an ugly birthmark or whatever!" I laugh as I overreact a bit, he doesn't mind but I lay back on his stomach again, I don't close my eyes though.

"No, no. It's sweet, you have lovely freckles.. they makes you look.. c-"

"Crazy? Callow? Childish? C-"

"I don't even know what any of those mean.." George laughed as he rested his arms behind his head, he closed his eyes and I continued to watch him, laying back with the annoying side of me. So beautiful.

"Not even crazy?" I laugh.

"I was going to say cute," he finished as he opened his eyes again to see me already looking at him, "I know you don't like compliments,"

"Mhm," I smile gently as I looked at the sand all around us, indeed I didn't like compliments, especially on days when George would shower me with them unnecessarily. I didn't feel like I was any of the compliments though. I rolled off him, knowing that it was his time to shower me.

He laughed as he rolled over me holding his forearms on the sand either side of me to position himself above me .

"Stop being so harsh on yourself. You have the most loveliest laugh, you make the best food. You're proper gear too, you've the loveliest figure and you've got the most beautiful brown eyes!" George smiled through the whole tangent he praised and he looked into my eyes, making me smile too. He was my everything.

"I love you for the way you are," he giggled as he kissed me quickly, he went in for another one and we held it for longer.

"Even better at kisses and in bed—"

"George!" I laughed as he pulled me over him again, my back was all sandy now. I'm sure his was too.

We just talked generally for a few minutes but George looked behind me for a short while.

"Is the sunset even more beautiful?" I sprung up now that I was sitting on his legs again. He ignored me, not on purpose.

"Don't tell me it's another freckle.." I sighed as George looked exactly behind me, I decided to look too.

"Oh.. fuck. I forgot about the boys..."

"They've not forgotten about us.." I laugh as I can see John and Paul laughing at us from other the shore, waving and imitating us. Ringo was too busy skimming stones to care.

"Get a room lovebirds!" Paul shouted over the few tens of steps they were away from us. George and I laughed as I rested my head onto his shoulder.