If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 21

A/N -- Hi Sweet Beatlemaniacs! Happy Weekend! I'm sorry I'm late with the update--I've been horribly sick with the flu (not covid, fortunately) but finally began to feel like myself again yesterday! I missed writing so much, but I couldn't stay awake long enough to make any headway. But here is the Friday update, coming to you on Saturday night! Thanks for stopping by to check on George and Annie. I hope you have fun reading....Enjoy! Love, Lara xo

By the time they returned to the cottage as dusk was falling, they were the proud owners of a house on Maui, the realtor admitting it was the quickest sale she ever processed. Of course it was contingent on an inspection but the Harrison's ability to pay was never in question, so things went smoothly and fast.

"So what do you think, Annie?" George asked her, taking her in his arms and dancing around the living area.

"I think I'm speechless. Did that go so well because you're a celebrity or because you have money or because she wanted to fuck you?" she teased.

"All three. And it's OUR money, Annie. What I have is yours, remember the deal? You're on the bill of sale for the house just like I am. That's how it works."

"I'm just used to having everything separate. Everything."

"That's a business arrangement, not a marriage, Annie," George told her as he twirled her around to the music in his head. When she folded back into his arms, he switched to a slow song.

"Hm...what are we dancing to?"

"Something I'm making up in my head, beautiful girl," he told her while dancing her out onto the sandy beach. "I love you, Annie."

"I love you."

They danced in silence, listening to the sounds of the soft waves washing up onto the beach. It slowly turned dark, the only light coming from the cottage. A cool breeze rustled the leaves on the palm trees bringing the wonderful scents of hibiscus, plumeria and white ginger.

Annie was pressed close into George as they danced and when she realized it, she suddenly stepped backwards.

"What?" George asked her.

"Am I hurting you?" she asked, a worried look on her face.

"Annie, I would tell you if you were hurting me. Relax, Annie. I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere. And that includes a hospital."

"I can't get over seeing that knife rising and falling over you. I thought you were going to die, George. I'm terrified of everything now." Annie shivered in his arms and George pulled her close.

"It was traumatic for both of us. I know that. But I also know we survived and we need to get back to normal. The quicker we do that, the better we'll be," George said, gently. "Let me make love to you, Annie. I'll take your clothes off inch by inch and lay you softly on the bed. I won't do anything that will cause me any pain. I'll touch you and kiss you and love every inch of you. And we have all the time in the world."

Annie's eyes closed, listening to his slow cadence, the lovely pitch of his voice, the desire in the meaning of his words and she nodded without thinking. No more analyzing or dissecting the situation, she was going to give herself to George and let him love her as he could. "Talk to me, George," she whispered. "Sing to me, hum something. Just let me hear you. I love your velvet voice."

George felt her body relax and melt into him. He pulled her close and sang lazily into her ear, dancing her into the bedroom, leaving the sliding glass door open for the sweet smelling breeze. No lights were on, but moonlight reflecting off the water filtered in, leaving a beautiful sparkling blue glow over everything.