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Set right after this interview
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They stepped into George's car quickly, making their escape from the public to have some much needed alone time. It had been almost two years since the two had had a proper conversation, due to their own individual lives being a full time gig. As soon as the driver started to go, silence fell upon them.
Ringo removed his glasses.
George twiddled his thumbs.
Ringo looked to George.
George looked to Ringo.
Blue eyes met brown.
There was a moment of tension as both elder men stared at one another.
George was the first to crack, a smile creeping to his lips, than soon followed Ringo. They begun a familiar fit of uncontrollable laughter. "It's been too long!" exclaimed Ringo, moving closer to George and putting an arm around him. George immediately hugged Ringo back. "I know, I know, I see you're still the same!" he smiled widely, showing off his fangs. "I'll never change, Georgie." he replied, russling George's mullet. George smiled before shifting away from the hug.
"So," he began, "how have you been? How's Barbara? Zak? Lee? Jason?" he asked, still close to Ringo. "Good. They ask about uncle George every now and again though." he replied, squeezing George's cheek. "M'sorry, I should make an effort to come over more." "No, no, I should make an effort to invite you over more." "As if, I can come over with or without your invitation." George smirked. "Right, course, forgot you didn't obey the rules of western civilisation." Joked Ringo. "Following the madmen who make the rules would in fact make me a madmen too." Ringo smiled lovingly. "I see you're still the same too, Georgie."
Eventually the car pulled up at George's house and the two got out. "So, how much time you got?" asked George as they approached the house. "About all day, are Olivia and Dhani home?" Ringo replied, admiring George's house. "No, Dhani's got cadets and Olivia's taken him. We have all day." He explained, opening the door for Ringo. He stepped in and looked around. There were a lot of indian paintings and statues, it looked beautiful. "So what do you want to do?" asked George, standing in front of the shorter man. Ringo looked up at him with a grin. "Play marbles?" Both men were sent to a fit of giggles, George even letting a few stray tears of laughter fall.
By surprise George pulled Ringo into a tight hug. Ringo didn't say anything at first, just hugged back, but after George didn't let him go he begun to worry. "George, you right?" he asked. George moved his face so that his cheek rubbed against Ringo's. "God, I missed you. I missed this. I missed us. Being on tv with you again was so fun. But the whole time I just wanted to squeeze you. Like the good old days." admitted George in defeat. Ringo's heart started to beat loudly and his chest. "I feel exactly the same." Ringo let out, surprised after so long both men were still so in sync.
"You smell the same." George chuckled, giving Ringo one last tight squeeze before pulling away from the hug. He smiled at Ringo before quickly walking to the corner of the room, where he put on some Elvis in his new CD player. Turning back to Ringo, he begun to do a little dance. Ringo couldn't help but laugh lovingly. "Wow, your dancing hasn't changed much." he commented, feeling nostalgic. Playing such an old song while seeing George dance like the old days made it feel like it was time travel. George danced over to Ringo. "C'mon Ringo, it's only you and me. Let's dance, the world around us doesn't matter and it can't take this moment away from us." George smiled. Ringo admired George for his blunt kindness, he always had, and was quick to dance with his friend. They continued their upbeat waky dancing for three songs, laughing and having a genuine good time. But when the fourth song began to play, Can't Help Falling In Love, both men paused to catch their breath. Panting, their eyes met for a split second before George turned away.
"I'll turn it off." He said, walking to the CD player. But he felt a hand gently place itself over his, stopping him from even touching the CD player. He turned to Ringo, expecting an explanation as to why he stopped him. But Ringo simply took George's hand in his own, slowly guiding him away from the CD player and back into the centre of the room. With a smile he whispered; "I thought the world couldn't take this moment away from us?" And to that Ringo's smile was returned.
The older couple slow danced, staring into each other's souls. Taking in every detail of each other's faces, every grey hair, wrinkle, freckle, mole and scar. Every aspect of each other's eyes had been taken in by the other. The song slowly came to and end, and so did Ringo and George's dancing. They didn't, however, stop holding hands. Or stop each other from leaning in. Or stop their lips from taking what they had unconsciously desired for years.
The kiss was long and soft. It wasn't dramatic, lustful or desperate, it was just a beautiful kiss. Nothing more than it needed to be. After a while, both George and Ringo pulled away feeling dazed. "I love you." whispered George. "I love you too." replied Ringo, flicking an eyelash from the taller man's face.
The rest of the day the two just fooled around, as if reverting to their younger selves. They loved each other, their love may not be strongly sexual, but their kiss felt right and natural. And that's what their relationship was. Just right.
