Sweeter Than Wine

The Visit

I softly moan into George's kiss, allowing him to push me back to the bed.

I fall onto the silky sheets, smiling up at him, legs open in invitation.

He drops himself between my parted legs, leaning close as he kisses me again, more hungrily.

I slide my hands through his soft hair, breathy moans being muffled by George's lips.

He travels his lips down my throat, hands bunching the fabric clothing my breasts.

Suddenly a blinding pain flashes in my
skull and I cry out, reaching up and holding my head.

George immediately stops, jumping to my side to swipe the hair from my eyes, "_____?! What's wrong?"

I rub my temples, every beat of my heart sending more pain tearing through my skull.

George reaches over, clicking the light off, alleviating the pain slightly. Enough to where I can speak again, at least, "I think....it's just a migraine...a side effect of you boys drinking too much....."

George pulls me close, "I'm sorry, love....let's go back to sleep...maybe that will help...."

I make a small noise in response, cuddling close to George's warmth. His fingers trail delicately across my arm, lulling me into a dreamless sleep.

***John's POV***

I lay back in Emma's bed my my arms under my head staring up at the ceiling.

What were they doing to them right now? Were they okay? Maybe we should just go now...

No...that would compromise the entire operation....but the thought of it all happening again.....

I huff, rolling onto my side, lifting my knees to my chest, cursing my brain for not shutting the hell up to let me get some rest.

Only two more days...all I can hope for is that they're together....safe.

***Your POV***

I slowly open my eyes, my brain hazy from so much sleep.

I glance around the room, everything about it is ours. Nothing out of place.

Everything seems so...normal. That's just it. It seems normal...but it certainly doesn't feel it.

My eyes travel down to George's face pressing into my shoulder, clearing my previous thoughts with every steady breath fanning out across my skin.

George opens his eyes, his long arms tightening their hold around my waist. "Mmmm....g'mornin' love......" he half whispers, accent thick and voice gruff from non-use.

He kisses up my neck, causing me to giggle. "'Mornin', Geo..."

He sits up, pulling me with him, nuzzling his face into my hair.

I sigh happily, then reluctantly slide off the bed. George whines and reaches out to grab me but I step out of his reach.

"I'm sorry, Geo.....but there's something...strange going on here.....I'm not sure what..."

I walk over to the window, hearing George follow behind me, his arm sliding protectively around my waist as I move the curtains aside.