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"This is the best pasta I've ever eaten in my whole life," George said taking another big bite into his mouth and savouring it intensely. "Hmm..."
George and Rebecca were sitting on the living room floor eating at the coffee table and sipping some wine, they as well opened beers.
Rebecca giggled. "Well, thank you! You must try everything they do in Italy. It's delicious! Just terrific. And well, since I'm unable to find what I eat at home, I think this is the best solution" she said, taking a drink from her glass.
"Wait... you've been in Italy?" asked the boy aggressively chewing on a piece of garlic bread, on anyone else that would look grotesque, but on him it only looked like George Harrison.
"Mm-hmm," Becca looked down a bit embarrassed "I actually did my master's degree in Milan," she nodded, taking more food from her plate to avoid his intense and curious eyes.
"Ye 'ave a master's degree?!" yelled the guitarist, his eyes wide with shock, as well as his mouth full of food. Almost drowning. Then he swallowed so he could speak better. "Is there anything you haven't done Rebecca?"
She laughed at the question. "Of course not, I'm just perfect," She joked "Sure, there are a lot of things I don't, music, for example." She tilted her head and pointed at George with an open palm.
George gave her a grin and then was quiet for a moment as if thinking about something.
"We should go to Italy together, y'know, for the summer or somethin'" he proposed without further ado. It really sounded tempting.
"Gosh, yeah! It would be great, sounds like a plan!" Becca agreed without hesitation, her face lit up due to the emotion and sparkle in her eyes.
"Cheers then," George reached out for his beer, act that Rebecca imitated "For Italy"
"For Italy" they clinked their bottles and gave it big sip. "Done?" she asked getting up with a jump and picking up the things from the table to take them to the kitchen sink.
While the dark-haired boy looked at her, carefully watching the way she moved. And how delicately took the dirty dishes and things in her hands, a simple act but hypnotic, skilful 'cause she carried everything in her arms. Rebecca's skin glowed in a certain natural way, plump like something you wanted to bite, but not destroy.
The man had to blink a couple of times to be able to speak again "Yea love, ta. I've full belly now," he said quickly.
Rebecca nodded and turned toward the kitchen away from the living room.
George followed her. His gaze still focussed to everything she did. She was beautiful, just lovely in everything she did. He'd seen her many times before, but never carefully, really paying attention to her actions, to herself, to her body, to how the clothes she was wearing framed certain areas just perfectly.
A feeling of unease coursed through him, making George stir uncomfortably. Until now, he hadn't thought of Becca as something sexual, not because he couldn't or didn't want to, was because the situations weren't the right ones, but now things changed. They were in sheer privacy.
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Fanfiction"I love you Rebecca. I want spend my whole life with you." George found his voice that felt like a roar from within. "I love you too George," Rebecca's voice cracked. "I need to confess something, but you have to promise me that you will keep an ope...
