Just to Dance with you

Hamburg

Contains Adult themes:
Liverpool, 9th October 1962:

On a rare occasion where we both had the day to ourselves, George and I decided we'd spend some much needed time together after the events unfolding over the past few months. Despite still seeing each other everyday, we never had time for just the two of us, so sitting on his sofa, listening to records and basking in each other's company was exactly what the both of us needed. Due to George's busy schedule with him and the boys going off to London more frequently to record and with my more demanding schedule of fashion design at college, the both of us revelled in some time together and alone.

This had been a good week, despite there still being no word from Lucy and my tutor still being insistent that I would never make it in the world of design, I'd managed to prove him wrong and somehow got myself an apprenticeship for a little company in Blackpool for a few weeks in December. I finally felt as though my life was going in the right direction and I could burst with excitement at any moment. I'd found out a few days ago but had kept everything quiet from George, hoping to surprise him and the boys with my news this evening at the pub. But for the mean time I just wanted it to be him, me and nothing else.

"This is nice ain't it? Just us two." He sighed throwing his head back as I turned my head in his lap to look at him. God he looked amazing.

I put down the magazine I was reading whilst George continued to play with my hair, which was driving me crazy. I giggled and shifted so that I was laid on my front with my elbows supporting me whilst still hovering over his long legs. He looked back down into my eyes with the softest and most sincere smile I'd seen in weeks. The whole business with Pete and Ringo had subsided, thankfully, and people were taking to Ringo a lot better, some fans went as far to queue up just to see him after a gig. George was finally feeling happier again. His eye also had healed nicely, all that remained from the events of that night were two small, yellow bruises just under his eye.

"Mmm I could stay like this forever." I sigh contently as I let the music and his company whisk me away to some kind of dreamland. 
"I was thinking, we should go see a film again soon, it's been a while since we saw one." He suggested as he rested his hands behind his head and I nodded in agreement.

"As long as we get to sit at the back." I reply seductively, winking. George let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head.

"Cheeky, but if that's what it takes to get you there, I don't think I'd have a problem with that." He shuffles in order to sort out a little predicament I'd put him in with my teasing and a blush rose in my cheeks.

"In all seriousness, it's a good idea, I'd love to." I smile leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek as I became serious again in order to tease him further. I loved seeing him get flustered, it made him look so unbelievably cute.

George moaned clearly agitated by my motives and leaned down, cupping my cheeks in his strong hands and guides my lips with urgency towards his. When they meet, a warmth blossoms in my stomach and rises through my chest taking over me. We pull away for a brief moment allowing me to sit up and place myself in his lap, straddling him. His hands returned immediately to my rosing cheeks, the glimmer in his eyes never faltering as we find each other's lips once more. Each kiss grows more urgent and more passionate than the last until I find myself lost in the headiness of his kisses.

He pulled away again, and gleamed at me, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You have such a way with me. Look at what you do to me." He whispered tenderly against the now blushed skin of my neck.
"I love you so much." He started to trail the kisses from my neck, along my collarbone, up to the other side of my jaw and back to my lips making me giggle faintly into the kiss.