Temporary Secretary

Thirty-Six

A/N: Italics are Amethyst's thoughts.

"George?" I said once again, still confused by his unannounced appearance.

"Yeah, it's me, love. How are things?"

"How are things?" I said, dropping my head and giving him one of those looks.

"Yeah, how are things? Can I come in? It's a bit chilly out here."

"George, it's July. It's not chilly."

"Okay, fine. Can I come in to talk? Is that not allowed? Is Paul keeping you chained up?" He said, the last part louder than the rest.

"One, you can come in if you use better manners. Two, Paul isn't here right now."

I let him in, leading him to the living room and placing Winston in his little rocker once more.

"He's a real cutie." George said, admiring Winston, who was now drifting back to sleep.

"Yeah, he really is. Now, what are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to chat, see how things are."

"You wanted to know if me and Paul were still together, didn't you?" I said, looking right through his facade.

"In all truth, yes."

"You didn't hear about the baby, then?" I said surprised. It had been all over the news when we left the hospital.

"No, I didn't, actually. I try to live a private life and I tend to not pay attention to all the celebrity news and what not."

I could tell he was lying again.

"George, stop lying. I know you knew about all of this. Now, truly, why are you here?"

He scratched the back of his head nervously and avoided eye contact with me. I sat down beside in on the couch and turned towards him, using my fingers to lift his chin up so he could look me in the eyes.

"George, tell me why you're here." I asked, though I feared his answer.

"I-I...I wanted to see you." He said bluntly.

"You wanted to see me?" 

"Yeah, I just...I don't know. Olivia and I have been fighting today about something stupid that doesn't even matter and...I just needed to get away and you're the first person that came to my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I offered, now that I knew his true intentions...or so I thought.

"If you'd let me, I'd like that."

"All right, I'll go make some tea, and then we'll talk, okay?"

"Okay. Where is Paul anyways?"

"He's out to dinner with Yoko."

"That-"

"George! Proper language, please!" I stopped him before he could say anything else.

"Why is he out to dinner with her?"

"He's been struggling with coping with John's death lately.  I thought it would be helpful if they could talk stuff out. Sean is over too. Ringo has James, Stella, and Sean right now at the movies."

"Ringo has become the babysitter, then?"

"I guess so," I laughed, "The kids love spending time with their "Uncle Ringo."

"That's nice." George said as he leaned against the counter.

I began making the tea and put the kettle on to boil, leaning opposite George on the counter.

"So, what were you arguing about?"

"It all started because..." He laughed.

"Because I said the roses in the garden weren't a bright enough red."

"That's it?" I asked.

"Well, then Olivia got mad because she said I spend too much time in the garden and what not...I think it's just her time of the month, if you know what I mean. She never says anything like that. I didn't feel like arguing about it, so I just left."

"That's not how you solve your problems, George."

"I know, but it can make things seem a little bit better." He said, smiling at me.

He's got such a beautiful smile...

Ahem, excuse me, Amethyst? Remember Paul? Your fiance?

I could not be having these thoughts right now. You're just eager because you and Paul haven't had sex in a while, that's it.

"Everything all right, love? You seem a bit tense." George said, coming around the counter and placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Y-yes, I'm fine, perfectly fine." 

Just then, the kettle started whistling, so I finished up making our tea and we went back to the living room.

Sitting back down on the couch, our conversation continued.

"So, what's his full name?" George asked, concerning Winston.

"Winston Thoreau McCartney."

"That's interesting, goes together quite nice."

"Paul and I both liked it, so we went with it." I laughed.

"I would assume so." George said sarcastically.

"Stop with your sass, Mr. Harrison." I said, punching his arm playfully.

"I love how you treat me like I'm your age. I see why Paul likes you so much, makes him feel young again."

"If you're going to try to convince me that Paul doesn't love me again, it won't work." I told him sternly.

"I'm not trying to at all. I'm just saying, I see why Paul likes you..." He said, moving closer to me.

I took in deep breath, trying to relax.

"Hey, don't be nervous. What Paul doesn't know won't hurt him."

"George, I-We just had a baby and I'm not going to do this..." I stuttered.

Instead of responding, George gently pressed his lips to mine, pulling me in with his sweet kiss. 

I wasn't going to let my hormones get the best of me, not this time.

He kept kissing me, but I didn't stop him. I reciprocated his touch, my body craving that physical contact that I hadn't had in so long.

Amethyst! What are you doing? What if Paul walks in? What about Winston?

"George, wait..." I said, pulling away, slightly out of breath.

"What is it, love?" George said, brushing a stray piece of hair away from my face with his fingers.

"The baby...He can't see us." My thoughts were scattered, at this point. 

What was I doing?

George laughed at my request.

"Would you like to move elsewhere, love?"

"The, um, the bedroom..."

"Not the one you share with Paul..." George said, kissing my cheek.

"The guest room..." I said, looking down and taking in a deep breath.

George stood first, and offered up his hand for mine to take, which I did. I don't know why I was doing this. If Paul ever found out, he would...I don't know what he would do. However, I needed someone's touch, someone new, something different.

Sitting on the bed with George, his deep brown eyes met mine once more, pulling me under their hypnotic spell.

"Now, darling, where were we?" George asked seductively.

I only smiled, but this small sign of acceptance prompted him to move forward.

What are you doing? How could you?

What Paul doesn't know...won't hurt him.