George Harrison Imagines

Cabin Fever

A harsh shiver passes through me as I stare out the window at the violently swirling snow.

I place my hand longingly against the cold glass, wishing to be frolicking in the glowing white flakes, not trapped by them.

I sigh, feeling cabin fever already settling in, sulking back over to the sofa. George comes in holding two mugs of hot chocolate.

"We may be trapped here, but at least we went grocery shopping first!" He happily sings. I grunt in acknowledgement, instantly feeling guilty about my sour mood towards George.

He pretends not to notice, handing me a mug, tiny marshmallows slowly dissolving into the hot treat. I smile and blow on it a bit, taking a tentative sip.

The warm liquid sliding down my throat soothes my mood some, and I glance at George, who is already looking at me.

I smile bashfully, my cheeks turning pink and I look back at my drink. "Why don't I build us a fire?" George says setting his mug on the table in front of us.

He throws a few logs into the fireplace, then places some balled up newspaper on top. He digs a lighter out of his pocket, then bends over to light the paper.

I stare appreciatively at his butt, his jeans tight in all the right places. He looks back at me unexpectedly, catching my peeping eyes.

A cheeky grin spreads across his face, "see something you like, love?" My cheeks burn and I look away, choosing not to answer him.

I hear him faintly chuckle as he exits the room. I sit staring out the window, until I hear a dull thump.

I look back toward the fire to see George had gathered all the blankets and pillows and was currently arranging them into a comfy pile.

I grin and set my drink down, helping him create a warm, inviting nest. George pats the middle, "come 'ere, love. I know how much this blizzard is upsetting you...but look at the bright side, we're trapped together in a cozy cabin, where we can't get interrupted."

I blush at his insinuation, and kneel in the center, preparing to lay down. Before I can do so, George lifts the shirt I'm wearing over my head quickly.

I giggle, which which turns into a sharp gasp as he unhooks my bra. "There," he breathes, fingers trailing down my back, "more comfy now, eh?"

I nod, his fingers raising goosebumps along the exposed skin of my back. "That's my girl, now lay down on your stomach.."

I do as he instructs, holding on to one of the pillows. Seconds later, George's calloused fingertips lightly glide along the expanse of my back.

I let out a small appreciative moan as George gently draws the tension out of my muscles.

"I think you'd be more comfortable if you took these off..." George speaks softly in my ear, gently tugging on the waistband of my jeans.

I stand, slowly removing them, then George snaps the elastic on my knickers, "probably don't need those either..."

I look back at him, to find him staring at my butt just as I had done to him earlier. I chuckle, "see something you like?" I say, mocking him.

He grins, showing off his extra sharp canines, "I do, and it's-" he reaches pint and gives it a proper squeeze, "right within reach."

I squeal at his cheeky (😉) actions, and turn to face him, "George!" He looks up at me, feigning innocence, "yes, love?"

I smile and shake my head at him, then pull my knickers down, tossing them behind him.

"Y'know, I'm feeling quite chilly..do you know of a way I can warm up?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

His tongue darts out, wetting his plump bottom lip, "I've got a few ideas..." He takes his clothing off slowly, eyes appraising my reaction.

My eyes drift across every new inch of skin he bares to me. I bite my lip as the last article of clothing gets tossed behind him.

He closes the distance between us, kissing me softly. I push him down into the soft blankets without breaking the kiss.

Straddling his hips, I align him with me, and sink down as slowly as I could, earning a guttural moan from his sinfully pink lips.

I huff out my own moan, sitting still for a moment before George grows impatient.

He grasps onto my hips tightly, "ride me, darling....please...." he begs, voice low, cracking with need.

Unable to resist his lust filled words, I start to slowly raise and lower myself, leaning on my forearms for balance.

"Christ....that's good...ahhhh...." George's thick accent rings through the otherwise silent cabin, pushing me to go faster.

George bites my neck, then peppers it with kisses to soothe the pain, making me groan his name. I sit straight up, bouncing on him, his hands holding me steady.

"..fuck....there's a good girl...ahh....yes..." George praises me, tightening his grip with every move I make.

He starts snapping his hips to meet mine, the wonderful noise of love-making filling the air.

I lean down and kiss him, letting my love flow as my breathing stutters. "O-ohh....ahhh...George..."

He closes his eyes, moaning low, deep in his throat. "That's right..ahhh...darling..give yourself completely....."

He ends his final praise with his own climax. Digging his fingers roughly into my aching hips with a short burst of moans.

I roll off of him, sweaty and well satisfied. He pulls me close, kissing my forehead delicately, "you're one hell of a woman, you know that?"

I smile up at him, flushed and happy, "I am, aren't I?" He chuckles, "no need to be cocky!"

I kiss his lips, and rise from our warm nest to take a look at the still raging storm outside. He joins me moments later, "still going on then?"

I nod, "it is, but I don't mind anymore. I've grown quite fond of these debilitating blizzards..."

George breathes on the glass, fogging it up, then writes 'I love ______'.

I kiss him appreciatively, "I love you more, Geo."