oh! darling || p.m. & g.h. oneshots

3. i feel fine - (g.h.) *

year : 1960

it was a sweltering hot august day.

you and george were laying and reading together on the cold wooden floor of your tiny room that had absolutely no ventilation whatsoever. both of you were sweating an uncomfortably good amount. the only thing keeping you cool was the occasional breeze and the two glasses of iced water, slowly condensing and dripping on the floor.

the fan blasting on full power wasn't helping to any degree and at this point you were considering taking your clothes off, but you were nervous about how your boyfriend would react. 

the large window in your bedroom was open all the way, and suddenly a cool breeze slipped through and you'd both let out a breath of relief. the sound of noisy children playing outside didn't help make the situation any better and your aggression was only rising.

it would become so hot that the pages of your book started to become damp with each others sweat, and your fingerprints would leave marks on the paper. this would be the thing to make you blow your lid.

"george, i really can't take this heat. can we go take a cold bath?" you whined

he was taken aback by your question, and his face suddenly flushed a light red. george had never done something like this with you and was a little embarrassed, but he'd never refuse or go against your wishes, cause he'd just loved you that much.

he simply said, "if you'd like to."

the both of you scrammed to take off your clothing. you in your panties and a thin white tank, and he just in his boxers.

you rushed to enter the bath, and quickly felt the sharp pang of the cold water on your skin.

"george, hurry and get in here!" you shouted.

he, like an obedient dog, came, then dipped his foot in the water.

"bloody hell, that's cold! are you okay?"

"it's better than sitting in that terrible humidity. it feels quite nice actually, now hurry and get in!"

"alright, alright."

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after sitting for a while, george had taken notice of your tank top slowly turning transparent, and quickly looked away. once he'd entered, some those moralities had been washed away and he was quietly staring directly at your chest. he saw noticed how your nipples had became more noticeable, and how your breasts were perked slightly upwards. he saw your occasional freckles that decorated your chest, and your protruding collarbones. he was soon out of his daze once he'd realized that you'd been giving him a stern look. you two were both blushing crimson as the situation had gotten awkward.

"i'm sorry, i swear i' didn't mean to look it was just that..."

"no, it's fine george, really. you're a boy after all." you said quite shamefully, and quickly exited the bath and fled the scene.

you were now sitting in your room with your face in your knees thinking about what had happened. you were on the verge of tears from embarrassment.

"what if he thought i was ugly? will he not like me anymore? is he just using me?"

a train of thoughts flooded your brain that were soon broken once george had came in, still drenched in freezing water and he hugged you to his chest.

"i'm really sorry, i've gone and made you uncomfortable haven't i?"

"i've already told you it's alright, george." 

"well it definitely doesn't look it, could you talk to me please?"

"i'm sorry, i forgot what situation i was putting myself into, i'm sorry you had to see me like that."

"hey, it wasn't bad, nothing to be shameful about. in fact it was probably the greatest thing i'd seen in years."

"oh, george!" you said flustered. well, at least he wasn't grossed out, right?

"now just calm down alright? i'll hold you if you want. it was just a silly incident."

you two changed back into your clothes and napped, tangled in each others arms. you were glad that you knew that george hadn't thought bad about you. you were lucky to have such a nice boyfriend, no wonder all the girls love him.

notes :

i felt like it'd be better to mark this one as mature so sorry if you thought it'd be more intense lol