Sweeter Than Wine

Grilled Cheese

George and I step into the dining room, finding the table empty. No sign of my earlier struggle with John was to be found. George leads me further and finally we step into the kitchen and he releases my hand.

Turning to face me he asks, "what do you fancy to eat?" I ponder for a moment and speak out, "I'd like something quick, I'm starving!" I lean against the counter crossing my arms loosely in front of me.

George opens the refrigerator and pulls out a few ingredients. He rummages through various other cupboards and pulls out the necessary items he needs. I watch with a small smile playing on my lips. He turns to me noticing my smile.

"You can wait in the dining room if you'd like, it won't be long." He speaks, a light blush dusting his cheeks. I look to the ground bashfully, "I-I...wanna stay with you...if you don't mind..." He grins, "that would be lovely, I would enjoy your company."

He returns to prepping my meal. I observe him, thinking about the dream once more. My face burns red as I stare a hole into the tiled floor. Suddenly a hand touches my shoulder and I jump, looking up into the gentle gaze of deep blue eyes.

"Oh! Ringo, hello! You startled me!" He removes his hand and smiles, "I'm sorry, _________, I didn't mean to frighten you! Why don't we go sit down? It looks like George is almost done with your food." I steal a glance at George a small smile forming on my lips. "Yeah, that sounds good." I follow Ringo out of the room, giving George one last backward glance, meeting his dark, intense eyes.

Ringo and I sit at the table in silence for a few moments before I speak up, "So, Ringo, what does your name mean?" He grins at me holding up his hands, "it's because I wear lots of rings on me fingers!" He wiggles them to prove his point. I giggle, "so what's your real name then?" Ringo lowers his hands to rest on the table in front of him, "the real names Richard. Richard Starkey."

I tap my bottom lip with my pointer finger, "Richard...Ritchie. I like that. Do you mind if I call you Ritchie?" He smiles showing his teeth, "I would adore it if you called me Ritchie! Please do!"

Just then George walks in holding the tray of my food. He gently sets it in front of me and does a dramatic bow. "Dinner is served, mademoiselle." I cover my mouth and giggle, "thank you, Mr. Harrison." George straightens stiffly and looks at me, a confused expression marring his gorgeous features.

"H-how did you know my last name? I never told you..." I swallow hard and look at the ground. My face burning. Luckily for me, Paul enters the room in this moment. "Ahh, you've already got Georgie cooking for you? Lucky lass!" I nod, and stare at the food in front of me.

George prepared me tomato soup and grilled cheese. Hoping to avoid further questioning, I dig into my food and let out a groan of happiness and pleasure. George chuckles, taking a seat next to me. Paul sits next to Ritchie, resting his head in his hand, watching me with fondness.

Everyone waits in comfortable silence as I finish up my dinner. When I finish, George takes my tray back into the kitchen and re-appears after a few minutes. "I'm sorry, _______, but I must ask...how did you know my last name?

My mouth goes dry as I recall my vivid dream. I sit in silence, avoiding the gazes of the three men. "It's okay, love. I guarantee you it will not be weird to us." Paul says as he lays his hand on mine. Finally I look up, glancing from Paul, to Ritchie, then finally to George.

"Well, you see...." I swallow hard, trying to gain composure. My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips.  "Go on...." George gently urges, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well," I start again, a little more at ease. "I dreamt I heard a lovely voice calling my name, so I followed it. I stepped out of this black haze to find George in an absolutely gorgeous meadow filled with flowers. He had a guitar."

Ritchie grins, "typical." I smile slightly, then continue on. "He stood up and greeted me with a hug, and a kiss to my temple." I tapped my head where he kissed. "Then he complimented how I looked and I said 'you don't look so bad yourself, Mr. Harrison.'" I notice George swallow thickly and clench his fist. "Then he..uh...said how much he loved it when I call him that and said I was a 'naughty girl'."

Paul and Ritchie exchange a quick glance. "Was there anything else?" Paul questions. I turn a darker shade of red somehow. "Then I-I ran my hand down his chest..but he caught my wrist before I..uh...a-and said he had something important to do..." I place my hands on my lap and bite my lip in embarrassment. I peek up at George through my lashes, seeing a smile on his fine lips.

George whispers to himself, "you said yes..." I cock my head to the side, "what do you mean 'I said yes'?" George looks me in the eyes, an intense aura flowing off of him. "I..asked you to marry me...and you said yes..." My mouth falls open slightly, "but..that was my...dream.." George uses his fingers to tilt my chin up toward him more, "no, darling. That was a memory..." George leans in slowly, giving me plenty of time to react. I sit stock still as his face becomes less than an inch from mine. He softly whispers, "_________...." then presses his soft, full lips to mine, creating an electric shock up my spine. I let out a small gasp, as I grip his collar, pulling him closer.