This City - A George Shelley Fanfic

☆ Chapter 5 ☆

WARNING: CONTAINS MILD SEXUAL CONTENT

As he lead me up the stairs I smiled at the feel of his gentle touch, his hands so intwined with mine I couldn't let go. Even though our fingers tangled together loosely, there was still a hard, protective touch coming from him. His hair gently bounced up and down as he made his way up the stairs. I couldn't help but stare at what was infront of me, his bum. "Phew..." I sighed quietly.

"What, sorry?" George questioned me in an innocent, confused tone. I could feel my face gradually burning up, particularly my cheeks which were usually the first to do so.

"Oh - Uh, nothing." I stuttered. George stopped and smiled at me for a few seconds, starring into my eyes whilst he rubbed his thumb against the top of my hand slowly. I was beginning to feel a little anxeous by this, I never usually liked people starring or looking at me for more than five seconds so I decided to give him a little nudge in order to indicate him to carry on walking.

"It's a little messy mind..." George warned me just as we stopped at the top of my stairs. He reached for the handle, his lips pursing slightly which made me smile immedietly, my tongue misknowlingly gliding to the corner of my lip and moving around my top lip slowly. 

He opened the door, making me jump. 

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He stutered as he shuffled forward, placing his hands gently around my waist, pulling me forward into a warm embrace and resting his chin on my shoulder. "I'm sorry." 

"George." I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck and moving my body onto his. "You didn't scare me." 

"Oh thank God. I hate scaring you." He sighed. "You know that, don't you?" I nodded gently against his shoulder. I honestly felt like I couldn't breathe, I was over whelmed. No one had ever felt me feel this way, both physically and mentally. His smooth hands were resting against my bare waist due to his hands lifting the bottom of my t-shirt up a little, his hard body pressed up to mine, his sweet and warm breath running down my neck, his hard chest pressed against my stomach, his everything perfect protecting me and only me.

"George?" I whispered. He released his head from my shoulder without breaking the non-existant space between us.

"Yes, Olivia?" He mumbled, starring at my lips. I gulped,

"Why don't you hate me?" 

There was a moment of silence. 

"Why would I hate you?" 

Again, silence. His eyes starred directly into my soul, causing my heart to beat a million times faster that it's usual pase. 

"Because i'm ugly." George's face suddenly dropped, his eye's turning sadder and his prominent cheek bones sinking as he gulped. He shook his head,

"No, no! You're not ugly, Olivia." He continued to shake his head again, moving his hands to my elbows and holding them firmly, "You're perfect. You are indescribably beautiful, the type of beautiful which could make me want to stay with you and protect you for as long as i'm on this Earth." His voice got louder, firmer, "There are seven billion people in the world, Olivia. And you're the one who managed to change my life." 

"Then why hasn't anybody kissed me yet? Why hasn't nobody told me they love me?" I just managed to yell impatiently. This was something that haunted me for years, the feeling of rejection and being unloved. 

George breathed heavily, moving even closer, if possible. His gaze met mine for the third time as he gently slid his hands down from my elbow to my hands, intwining our fingers like a missing puzzle piece.

"I love you, is a simple word. But I really do mean it when I say that Olivia, I love you." He replied. "And even though I've only known you a few hours I want you to know that you deserved to be kissed every day, ever hour, every minute, every second." At that very moment my mouth went dry, a strong tingle in my stomach began to erupt and my mind decided that was it, I wanted to give him all of me. But before I could even finish my sentence a pair of soft, full lips were placed onto mine. Our lips moved in sync in a slow, passionate kiss. Not a second later George made a low growling noise in the back of his throat and pushing me up against the nearest wall and pinning my wrists. His hands slid from my wrist down to my waist, rubbing gently, I could tell he was trying his hardest not to be so tough, but right at that second I didn't care, I just wanted him. I jumped up and wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling his already hard erection pressing onto my jeans. One of his hands slid up from my hip, tangling into my silky hair. The kiss had now turned hungry as he slid his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with my own tongue, massaging it. Suddenly, he smiled.

"What, George?" I growled impatinelty.

"Nothing." He smirked, leaning forward and once again deepening the kiss, pulling away again. "You're just flawless." He smiled.

"I could say the same about you, except I can't put it into words. You're amazing." I sighed breathlessly, my eyes traveling up to meet his for a few seconds, then I gave in by pulling the collar of his t-shirt forward and placing my lips against his.

After we had broke apart the breathing got heavier and his mouth went down to my sensitive neck, kissing it, sucking it, and biting it lightly leaving a few love bites.

I moaned desperately and tilted my head up to give him more access. He was great. 

But then something stopped me. 'Who would ever love you? You're such a scruff, if someone even slept with you just for one night they'd wake up and regret it. They'd leave you forever and ever.' Those words were harsh, cutting my insides like a knife. Just the thought of my bullies from secondary school gave me a massive lump in my throat. Hesitating, I sighed, holding out my hands infront of me and pushing George away. 

"Can we... Not?" I asked softly. Moving closer to him again.

Oh, Sure." He smiled a warm smile, the type that would make me want to stay in his warm embrace for eternity. To stare at that beautiful smile everyday would be like heaven on earth.

"I - i'm sorry, George. It's just, i'm not ready." 

"No it's okay, seriously, I understand." He whispered, looking deeply into my eyes. This made me get a clear understanding that he definetly understood and respected my individual thoughts.

"I'm going to catch a shower, I hope you don't mind? It's just I haven't showered in like... A day." I sighed. George grinned, you could tell it was forced though, and he nodded. 

"Sure, no problem, princess." Again, my heart leapt. His button nose and bright smile and tousled made my heart stop, and it’s so cliché and so ridiculous but I love it. 

"Okay." I mumbled softly, not used to this kind of affection. 

"Maybe one day I can join you." George added mischeviously, winking with a smile that soft of leaned sideways. I giggled quietly, hitting his chest and covering my mouth. I hated my smile. "Now you go get that shower so I can give you a cuddle when you get out." He smiled, my eyes meeting his. Although my insides were turning and butterflys were kind of owning my stomach at that moment, i didn't let it show, I just turned around and walked towards the bathroom, opening the door and closing it slowly. 

Then I opened it again,

"And for the record, I love you too."