~Ringo's pov~
I started kissing down George's neck. He started unbuttoning my shirt. Then I unbuttoned his shirt. He started to blush. Him blushing made me blush. We started kissing again. Then I smiled and we stopped kissing. He whispered in my ear "I love you." Then I whispered in his "I love you too."
~George's pov~
We made love on my couch. And I looked in those blues eyes a whole lot. It was amazing. We ended up going to my room and falling asleep. While cuddling. When my alarm went off I woke up and Ringo was holding me in his arms. I gently woke him up so that I could get ready. He woke up. "Good morning, beautiful." He said to me. "Good morning, handsome." I said back. "I need to go to work." I said. "I wish you didn't." He said back. "I know. But I need money to buy a guitar I really want." I told him. "You play guitar?" He asked me. "Yeah. I'm pretty good." I answered. "I play drums. Maybe we could make a song together sometime." He said. "Yeah, maybe." I said back. "But I really need to get ready for work." "Oh sorry! Get ready so you're not late." He replied. I got ready. "Fix yourself some breakfast if you want. The pans are in the bottom cabinet." I yelled up the stairs to him as I left. "Bye!" I yelled. "Bye!" I heard him yell back. Then I went to work.
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My Princess (Starrison)
أدب الهواةJust another Starrison fanfic. Read it if you want. Warnings I guess: light swearing, some smut #184 in Liverpool