Imagine having spent the day at the studio with George and the rest of The Beatles. George was your boyfriend of two years and the year was now 1969. Tensions were high, and a day at the studio left everyone exhausted. George insisted on getting dinner to go and the two of you ate once you were back at home.
"Love, you want to shower first?" George asked you as he rested his head on his hand.
"Sure. Thanks, Georgie."
You showered like normal and then climbed into the comfy bed you and George shared. You were beginning to doze off when you felt a weight on your body. You opened your eyes to find a naked George on top of the covers on top of you.
"Georgieeeee..." You drew out his name sweetly. "What are you doing, baby?"
"I'm sleepy." He responded as he sat up to remove the covers from your body. You had on one of George's shirts that was too big on your frame.
"Well, I'm cold." You responded. Now shivering as the cold air hit your body.
"You know, they say body heat creates warmth." George said smirking at you. His nimble hands removed the shirt from your body and he ran his fingers down your sides, giving you chills.
"Cold, baby?" George asked you, continuing to let his hands roam your skin.
You hummed in response and slowly George wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his warm embrace. He pulled the covers over your bodies and placed a kiss on your forehead, nose, then lips.
"I love you, (Y/N)."
"I love you too, George."
You both fell asleep in each other's arms, the cold being fought off by the love you have for each other.
