What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 8

A/n: I do not intend to turn this story into something with more mature content beyond what I might write in this chapter, which will not go into specific details about what they are doing. In case anyone is sensitive to the implied content in this chapter, this is a warning to skip a little forward toward the break in the chapter. 

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This was the moment I had nervously anticipated. I knew he was waiting until I was ready and I wondered how long that would be before he decided to give up and be with someone else.

I needed to show him, to reciprocate the feelings he had for me. To show him I love him too. He hasn't said it directly but the song he wrote about me did and that's his truest form of expression.

After bringing my new nightgown into the bathroom and taking a quick shower, I placed it on my towel dried skin and smiled into the mirror. I knew tonight would be special for the both of us.

George had went to another bathroom in the house where he was able to freshen up and he now laid on "our" bed waiting for me.

I walked out of the bathroom and his jaw completely dropped as he watched me walk closer to him. I purposely was giving off catwalk vibes and then did a spin before reaching him. He sat up and pulled me down into his arms.

"Lo," he said softly, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on and the fact that you want me too..."

"I do want you, George," I cut him off, "I might add that you are very sexy when you're playing the guitar and your singing voice is enough to give me shivers down my spine and want to be right here in this bed with you."

"We could just stay in bed forever, you know," he whispered into my neck as he kissed me.

"I am sorry I made you wait so long," I said softy as we began kissing as passionately as we had many times before. This time we were alone and could feel and give ourselves to one another.

"I have been waiting," he said in between kisses, "the time was never right until now and even now, if you changed your mind, I would have to be okay with it."

"I'm not changing my mind, I love you George" I shook my head at the thought and watched as he processed the words I just said. Then he stood up and removed his shirt before sliding back down next to me. He began feeling the satin fabric of my nightgown and when he got to the bare skin of my thighs he started his way back up again. The feel of his hands on my skin made me shiver and desire so much more than the soul I've grown to know and love. I wanted all of him and knew he felt the same way.

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We laid beside one another. We had just shared something so special that now bonded us in a way we hadn't been before. It was better than I could have ever imagined, although I knew he'd be a delicate lover.

"How did you do it?" I finally asked him.

"Do what?" He asked sweetly, still in awe that he had me and I wasn't running away.

"Jane told me today that you haven't been with a woman since you met me," I said to him matter-of-factly.

"Well," he said "I already told you that was a part of why I wouldn't go on holiday with the guys. There would have been women who would have been all over me, it wasn't a good look."

"But you didn't know me that well at that point," I pointed out.

"The moment I met you in that room when you didn't completely fawn over me, or any of the guys or even know my name, I knew I needed to straighten up my act."

"Did you really know I'd fall for you?" I asked wanting to know the answer.

"Of course not," he said back, "but I wasn't going to ruin my chances by being with other women and being there for you. I definitely believe that I was right to not invite you on that trip with the guys," he thought for a moment.

"I can't say one way or another if that would have felt too fast for me," I said to him, "but Darry was still alive and would have told me if it was a good idea or not."

"Would he approve of this?" He asked holding me close to him and twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers.

"As a manager yes and no. He would have to decide on if the publicity was a good look or not," I told him.

"And as a friend?" He then asked again.

"He would sit you down and tell you that if you hurt me you would be sorry," I looked up at my man and saw him smirk.

"I like a good threat," he said, "well don't worry about me ever hurting you, I will take that very seriously and I hope I have proven that to you already."

"Many times," I nodded and then we held each other in silence for a long time.

"Are you okay moving in with me?" He finally spoke, "I never officially asked you."

"Everything with us is moving at a world record pace," I rolled over completely to look into his eyes.

"I know, but it feels right," he promised.

That I was in agreement on. It was the circumstance of how we met and the fact that I didn't have my own place to stay here in England. I didn't know yet if he knew I had turned down Brian's permanent job offer.

"Of course I want to live with you, but now that we have fallen for each other," I said, "things are now getting complicated."

"I'm aware," he said and looked up at the ceiling, "and I know why you turned Brian's job offer down."

Brian told him.

"It didn't feel right to work for you guys, not if I'm your girlfriend, I need to be my own independent person."

"That I know," he laughed "you know what you want and you go for it always and I'm never going to be the one stopping you."

"Every 90 days I could go back to America and then come back," I pointed out. We both knew the problem before us was that I would need something to keep me here or I would be deported back to the States. I briefly wondered if they'd send me back on a ship since I was afraid of flying. What if I didn't like water either?

"Or I mean if we are throwing out options," he laughed and then got serious, "you could marry me."

I looked at him and my whole world stopped for a moment and then I looked down at the bed and then over at the wall.

"Yeah I shouldn't have brought that up," he spoke again and sounded apologetic, "forget that I said that."

"No," I said "It is an option, but I just wouldn't want that to be an option so soon. You are so young, George. We both are."

"I know I want you for the rest of this life, that I'm sure of," he said "but I understand that it's too soon for that to be an option."

"I do need to go back home," I said to him, "I mean I do have a life in America, too. And I don't even know what is happening with the billboard launch and the gala just yet and I'm hoping we can get Jenna to come back here for it once we're ready to discuss it."

I got overwhelmed at the emotions this was flooding me with and I stood up and wrapped his robe around me and went into the bathroom to cry.

When I composed myself and walked out he was gone.

I felt bad. I had made him feel like a complete idiot for mentioning marriage so soon. Was I crazy enough to want to say yes knowing we had nothing planned out as to how our lives might unfold.

I walked down the hall and again saw that he had started a fire and was tending to it in the foyer below.

"Come sit over here," he said pulling me into his lap in the chair by the fireplace.

"I'm sorry," I said sweetly.

"Do not apologize. Nothing is your fault," he promised me. His growing mustache was a very attractive look and with the glow of the fire in this surrounding darkness I was so drawn to him.

I rested my head against his chest as he held me. I knew he was never going to let go.

"It isn't crazy to want to get married," I said to him and his heart raced a little, "not when we know, and it's the strangest most beautiful, most wonderful feeling knowing that I found love in this vast wide world before us. I didn't find him in New York or America but another country and he's this famous rock musician..."

He listened to my ramble and grew excited.

"I know you're going to be the worlds next international superstar model, actress, designer, photographer... whatever it is you do you'll be amazing but I want you to be with me," he picked me up and swung me around and then laid me delicately across the sofa before continuing to talk as he laid next to me, "I will be traveling the world whether it's with you or with the band, and someday when we're much older things will settle down and we will still have each other."

"Will you promise that whenever we are apart, which will be likely, that you will be faithful to me," this was one of my concerns. I didn't want to make him settle down when he was so young and there was a rockstar lifestyle laid out before him.

"Babe," he looked into my eyes, "I can assure you, I would never cheat on my wife. If my faithfulness to you before even courting you doesn't show you that..."

"No," I said "I trust you, I already know you would make me the happiest woman."

"And you would make me happy as well," he agreed, "hell, you already have in the short time I've known you."

"What will everyone say?" I then asked worried that the others would not get it, "they are going to think we are crazy for jumping straight into this."

"We won't tell them yet, and besides we have time and I will ask you properly someday in the future. For now let's just enjoy each others company knowing we are promising to love each other forever."

It got very late and I just laid in George's arms as the fire began to go out on its own. I wasn't tired because I was thinking so much. I was so conflicted on what I wanted in life now that things were so different from the original plan. One thing I did know for sure was that I was going to marry this man and be with him until it's no longer physically possible.