If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 22

Hi! I know it's been awhile since I posted an update, but it seems writer's block hunted me down and got me! Hopefully, things are slowly working themselves out. But here's a little more of George and Annie as I plot what happens to them next!

"George!" Victoria beamed, once again ignoring Annie as they walked into her office. "You kept your word! Glad to see you got some clothes on."

The receptionist's eyes made a mad run down George's body, then returned to her work. Annie held onto George's hand and rolled her eyes.

"Here's your paperwork on the house," George said evenly. "I went over them with our lawyer already. Everything seems fine including the appraisal of the property."

"Wonderful," she sang, cheerily. "Come with me to my office while I check these over."

George edged to the side to let Annie go first, allowing her the only chair available.

"Oh, sorry," Victoria giggled. "Let me get you a chair, George."

"Not necessary. I'll stand here behind Annie."

In flowing, showy movements including a shimmy of her ass, Victoria produced a chair, placing it closer to her than to Annie. George pulled it next to Annie while taking her hand.

"Looks like everything is in order," Victoria purred, shuffling through the papers.

"That's fine," George said as he and Annie rose. "We will be hiring a property manager for when we're gone. And Victoria, please call before you just pop over. It's considered good form."

Annie looked at her and smiled as warmly as she could manage. She felt sorry for her....shaking her ass at a man who clearly belonged to another woman.

As they walked out of the realtor office, George took Annie's hand and kissed her temple. "Now see? Did I encourage her? No."

"You put out pheromones."

"What?"

"You put out pheromones."

"Pheromones...."

Annie nodded. "I've known it since I met you. It's a whisper on a breath of air. It's an invisible mist that captures women by jamming up their entire chemistry. It's your aura. You like women. Women are attracted to you."

"So why aren't I sleeping with every woman on the planet?"

"According to Terry, you had."

George burst out in laughter. "Fair enough," he choked out. "So why aren't I still doing it?"

"Your chemistry is dictating you want a soul mate. You want to build a home and have a family. It's the 2% caveman DNA you have in your genetics."

"I have caveman DNA?"

"Everyone does. Women too. About 2%."

"Somehow, I don't find that comforting," George looked at her. "Although it does explain a multitude of sins."

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March, 1976

Annie and George spent the last few days of their get-a-way at their new home, working on decorating and furnishing the warm, cozy 3 bedroom house. Everyday something new appeared but Annie refused George's help when it came to decorating their master bedroom. She wanted it to be a surprise so she had it painted in island colors---sandy beige, sage green, blues and yellows. Tropical paintings dotted the walls. A large king-sized bed was placed below an enormous pair of windows that were on a motorized rail that shifted them to the side and out of the way, exposing the bedroom to the outside. Framing the windows sat the curtains, ready to provide privacy if needed. Annie ordered the rest of the furniture, dressers, an armoire, a small desk and chairs for the sitting area. It was a large room and Annie wanted to make it clean and minimal. When she brought in the large green plants, the room seemed to tell her she was done.