George Harrison Imagines

Unconventional Canvas

I tighten the belt on my robe as I walk to the back of the house.

I stop in the den where George is strumming away at his beloved guitar, notebook open beside his crossed legs on the sofa.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing his cheek affectionately.

"I'm going into the studio for a little bit, Geo." I speak softly against his hair.

He sets his guitar aside quickly, turning to face me, "no! I've got the day off! We should do something together!"

I kiss him tenderly, "I know Geo, but I've got a very important deadline coming up...I won't be long, I just want to get some of the more detailed bits out of the way. Then we can do whatever you wish. Besides, you seem a little busy yourself."

He opens his mouth to protest but I press my finger to his soft lips, "shhhhh. I won't be long. I promise."

I move my finger and kiss him one final time before making my way to my studio tucked away at the back of Kinfauns.

I close the door quietly behind me, preparing my pallet of paints as I whistle happily.

When I have my supplies set up, I unfasten the belt on my robe, allowing the plush fabric to slide from my shoulders to pool around my feet on the floor.

I close my eyes, the warmth of the sunlight wrapping around my naked form like the arms of a lover.

A smile spreads across my face as my mind wanders to George. I open my eyes, picking up a small detail brush and begin the tedious work of my current commission.

Time seems to be at a complete standstill as my hand delicately dances over my canvas. The outside world seems nonexistent, nothing able to cut through my concentration.

I stand back, admiring the fresh lines I've added to my work. Suddenly George's voice is in my ear, "it looks perfect, my love..."

I jump and turn in surprise, accidentally smearing black paint across the chest of George's button down.

"Oh! Geo, I'm so sorry!" I say, turning to set my pallet and brush on the table.

When I turn back holding a rag, I find George has already taken the stained fabric off.

The early afternoon sun sparkles across his chest, giving him a beautiful ethereal glow.

I smile at him, my love threatening to burst through my chest.

George grins back at me, cupping my head gently in one of his hands. "Aren't I lucky? My beautiful wife does all her work naked..."

I blush slightly, "saves my clothes from staining!"

He chuckles lowly, brushing some hair behind my ear affectionately. "I'm very lucky you haven't hear of aprons, eh?"

I roll my eyes at him, reaching back and picking my brush back up, painting a heart on his throat.

"Hey! That tickles!" He laughs, grabbing my wrist. "C'mon Georgie, let me paint you!" I beg, wiggling the brush.

He releases my hand, striding to the middle of the room to lay on his stomach. "Alright, here's your canvas love!"

I grin and grab my pallet, then seat myself on George's bum, painting broad strokes on the smooth plain of George's back.

George let's out a small sigh, "that actually feels very nice..." I cover my hand in paint, then press it to his shoulder blade, leaving behind my delicate handprint in a nice shade of purple.