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luimagines · 8 months

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Another request because my brain has decided to start working somewhat the chain finding someone not from their world

This one... Is very vague. So don't mind if I take many creative liberties XD

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Part one will include Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

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Wild

Wild wasn't sure if he was meant to be looking at this person at the moment.

She had a high ponytail, with their quiver and shield strapped to their back. The sheath which held her sword rested at their hip, a very familiar sheikah slate was hooked on the other side.

She was blond with blue eyes and burn marks all over the side of their face in a very familiar pattern.

Wild gulped and stuck a hand out, trying to mean no harm. "Uh, hi. Why do you look like me?"

She eyes him with suspicion and slowly puts her hand in his. "I could be asking you the same thing."

"Hey Cub, have you seen- oh god there's two of them." Twilight fumbles out of the surrounding foliage. He blurts his words without thinking and points.

The girl eyes him with just as much suspicion, borderline glaring at him. Twilight shrinks back somewhat, not expecting this. "Hello...Can we help you?"

"You look familiar." She mutters and but shakes her head. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

Twilight coughs. "My name is Link and his name is Link. We're... actually not from here. But you can call me Rancher or Twilight. I respond to both. He goes by Champion or Wild. What's your name?"

She takes a step back, very purposefully looking them both up and down.. "...My name is Linkle..."

Twilight looks just as lost as Wild feels. Wild shakes his head, smacking his cheeks for good measure. He hopes that there's no triggered memory because of this. That would really bad at the moment.

"A new hero maybe?" He ventures tentatively. "We're going to have to tell the others."

She looks even more on guard. Her hand goes to rest on the hilt of her sword. "Others?"

Twilight nods, putting his hands up. "We have a group of others named Link...We're all heroes of Hyrule. Sound familiar?"

She doesn't relax but she nods. She makes no move to follow them though. "Where's Prince Zelden?"

Wild frowns. "Never heard of him....There's Princess Zelda though but she's not here right now."

Everything about her reminds him of himself but it's never been so... off. Is it because she's a girl or too similar to him? Wild cant figure it out.

He looks over Twilight as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's getting a headache. Wild isn't sure why though. She's his look alike- Oh wait, that might be why.

Wild offers his arm like any good gentleman (Sky would be proud). "We all have questions, I'm sure. Together we can both try to figure out what's happening. Would you like to join us for lunch? I was about to start the fire."

She slowly reaches for his arm and nods. "...Yes. I'd like that actually. Thank you."

Twilight shakes his head. "I'll let the boy know we have company... Please don't set anything on fire."

"...I need to start the fire though."

"You know what I mean."

The girl next to him giggles. "I have a friend just like him. She tells me the same thing all the time."

Wild smiles. "She sounds fun."

Legend

He had to crane his neck to get a decent look at them.

They were huge, as big as a hinox. They had four arms and a massive maw full of razor sharp teeth. They has large scales on their body in a brilliant green color. The closest thing Legend could compare them to were beatle wings but they must much larger and hard as a rock.

"Admiring my armor?" They said. Their voice shook Legend to his core. Something about it spoke of power and restraint.

He finds himself nodding. "It's armor then? How do you put in on? There's no strap of anything."

They laugh. "Of course not. It's a part of my body. They've only gotten this strong because of all the times I've torn them off."

They poke their shells. It makes a small dull sound. They bring it closer for Legend to touch as well. He does, only because he has no idea what would be considered weird in this circumstance. It's smooth but warm. Solid. "Did it hurt, Sniper?"

"Of course." They pull back. "The blood is always a pain to clean up but it's necessary where I'm from. My people pick from the toughest warriors and strongest soldiers. There's someone I have my eyes on so I hope to prove myself tough enough to form a life bond."

Legend nods. He understands only the need to peacock to catch attention. He doesn't understand the rest of it.

"The Drev are a war species." They explain, as if that's an normal to say. "We pride ourselves in being unbeatable and we train our young from a young age to be a merciless on the battle field as out predecessors."

Legend finds himself only getting more freaked out by this conversation. Is this normal? Can someone call him or something? Get him out of this!

"We..." He tries to explain himself and his people. But how does he not piss off this giant behemoth of a creature?

They had met up while they were tracking down the shadow. The shadow ran out of a portal like their life depended on it and this...Drev, came out chasing him. It appears they they did enough damage to be thirsty for more.

It's unnerving.

No one really had a choice when they said they were traveling with hem now to track down the shadow and given their battle prowess... they weren't going to turn them away from that either.

"You are all soft and squishy." The drev pokes his leg. "It's incredibly you've all survived as long as you have."

They laugh and Legend is inclined to let them have their moment. Of course it's obvious that they've all had close calls. What does he even say to that?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew by this point that there were many worlds beside his own. His own world has changed so much that he could hardly recognize it outside of his own existence. It might as well be a different place entirely.

So when he comes face to face with a person who's entire bottom half is a serpentine, he's not exactly inclined to ask many questions at first.

Their eyes are bright and vibrant. Between the slits down the center and their yellow color, Hyrule finds himself drawn further into their differences.

Their tail is black with orange bands. Similar scales trail up their uncovered torso and over their joints and arms. Their hands are completely covered by the scales and end with razor sharp black tinted claws. The scales become more patchy by their neck, face and hairline and end when long black hair starts to grow out of their scalp.

Hyrule seems to focus more on the their face, trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. It only polite to hold relative eye contact. "Hello."

They slither away, crouching lower to the ground.

The others shout and cry out from just behind him. The creature has made itself known but apparently by mistake.

"Hyrule! Are you hurt?" Warrior calls out, running with his weapon out.

Hyrule forces himself to his feet. The sight of the new being has left him a little unsteady, but he doesn't want them to attack for no reason. "I'm ok! We're all good here!"

That gets them to slow down at least.

Legend makes it to him first with the help of his pegasus boots. Hyrule is tackled into a hug and pushed behind the other hero. "What on earth?"

"This is new to you too?"

"I've never seen anyone like them."

They slither back even farther and start going up a tree.

"Wait!" Hyrule moves away form Legend, even putting his hand on the outstretched blade to lower it. "Don't go away! We won't hurt you."

"But will they hurt us?" Warrior slide in, also holding his weapon.

"They didn't even do anything!" Hyrule tries to defend. "We just crashed together, that's all."

"Looked more like an ambush to me."

The snake being pulls themself higher into the tree, never taking their eyes off of the young boys as they begin to gather around.

Hyrule bounces his knee nervously and coughs. "Do you have a name?"

The person tilts their head and looks to the rest of them.

Legend clicks his tongue. "Do they even speak?"

"....Kara."

The entire group stills.

"My name is Kara."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #I'm going to make so many new characters #and keep none of them #are they aliens? from a different universe? alternate versions of them?#it's going to depend #i'm going to have to pull out all the stops lol #the drev are from starr-fall-knight-rise #they write for humans are space orcs #and they have an ongoing story and i love it #i might add their Vrull later... but I feel like that would be cheating XD #but go check them out if you're into that fandom

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myplasticadversary · 1 month

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I have thoughts about sheatles George and Ringo.

I don’t know if it’s better if all the Beatles were into women or if it’s just girl Paul and John but for the sake of my ask I’m operating under the assumption George and ringo were bisexual or straight. I believe it would be interesting if Ringo specifically was straight because I can only imagine her as dressing the butchest and thus having a lot of the media going after her a lot. If she has a relationship with guy-Maureen it would probably be subject to some controversy because Maureen was so much younger. If the relationship was public knowledge there’s probably be some lunch table convos amongst teen boys calling Maureen lucky similar to guys who hear about a teacher sleeping with her student and calling the student lucky. At the same time I think she’d probably receive a lot of criticism and hate because she wasn’t conventionally attractive and since the whole lovable oaf thing isn’t really applied to women she’d be even more left out of conversations. In this world I don’t think people would look back on stuff like Get Back and see her as being the only adult or the mediator I feel like the opposite would happen.

People would probably criticize her for not pulling her own weight in the band and her unwillingness to be confrontational would be twisted into her being lazy.

I think George would be kind of infantilized by the media, obviously because she’s the youngest. Her depiction as being the baby of the group would probably be even more played up by the media.

There’s the story of how George lost his virginity to a prostitute while John and Paul were in the same room, and I’m trying to think about how that situation would play out in this universe. I think John would still make fun of her for being a virgin and Paul wouldn’t make fun of her as much, although I still think she’d join in occasionally to please John. In this universe it’s possible that the whole prostitute thing doesn’t happen at all and she loses her virginity some other way.

In any case regardless of her actual status I think George would be really played up as being virginal or pure or something. If she got with guy-pattie boyd in this universe there would definitely be a lot of speculation as to whether she’d saved herself for marriage. Considering she’s the quiet Beatle the media would probably switch rapidly between propping her up as a good example and being a prude. Her quietness in generally would be more criticized and considered rude. It would definitely come up when people talked about her relationships and stuff and there’d be a lot of commentary on how she unfairly treats guys (aka doesn’t respond to their advances). And of course in the later years when all the cheating stuff happens she’d be labeled a whore.

I don’t think eating disorders were really considered a thing in the 60s but I also feel like her body would be subject to a lot of prodding and she’d be subject to a lot of comments again switching from being praised for how thin she was and people accusing her of anything from starving herself to drugs for her appearance. Of course she was using a lot of substances for a long time but even before she started it would be a thing tabloids were putting out.

Since she’d had so many comments on her body/facial hair in the 60s, in the 70s she’d become anti-shaving, but it would ultimately be pretty lackluster because she wouldn’t put much effort into promoting it. Unlike John and Paul who would have a lot of discussion surrounding their place in feminism George would be forgotten because to be frank she wasn’t that invested in it in the first place

Mm yeah, I can definitely see girl George getting a bit of a Karen Carpenter treatment in regard to her body type and wallflower portrayal. And regarding her politics I do imagine her stance being a bit "men and women are basically the same, people make too big a deal about sex and gender and I don't define myself that way", with her and John probably also having more pronounced friction over the fallout with Maharishi for that reason.

I feel like Ringo would be the straightest of the bunch but in a way where lesbians greatly appreciate her swagger and she doesn't mind the attention. And I think she would be pegged as Team Mom for a number of reasons, first being that she's the oldest and then her appearance being the most "frumpy" and desexualized by straight men, as well as being the main provider of emotional labor. Among culture critics there's basically two big camps, one where the girls who aren't Paul are all worthless because they're not attractive to look at and not skilled enough to justify being onstage, and one where Paul is assumed to only get by on her looks (and sleeping with George Martin) while her bandmates have to have actual talent and personality, and a lot of folks stand to profit on resentment between them.

Honestly I think a big part of why I find Beatles yuri so compelling is that juxtaposition of them being sold as a package deal and divided to compete for male validation, all while growing up and figuring out who they are and what they mean to each other. One thing I am a bit stuck on though is who's the first and last to get married, because I don't think John would've had Julian here as settling down for her would spell the end of the band, and maybe Paul would be more eager to be a wife and mother because she's already seen as the more "legitimate woman" and knows how to make it work for her. But then they wouldn't have that whole thing of John trapped in suburban hell while Paul is swinging around the counterculture that drives John toward Yoko. Hmm...

(Also I think they might've done the "topless in Las Vegas" deal that the Liverbirds turned down and then spent the rest of the 60s getting accosted for "being bad role models to young girls" and so feel compelled to defend the decision in the name of sexual liberation despite internal disagreements over it)

#more i think about it actually i do like the thought of john having kind of a postpartum deadbeat mom deal #with the baby feeding even more of her mental health spiral and feeling like she's falling to the backseat with paul #sheatles universe #george harrison #ringo starr #paul mccartney #john lennon #the beatles

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esqueletosgays · 7 months

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COBWEB (2023)

Director: Samuel Bodin Cinematography: Philip Lozano

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harrisongslimited · 29 days

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George Chapter of the Day

Chapter 14

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger warnings: adult situations and conversations, swearing, smoking, drinking, fluff, sexual tension.

Chapter 14

Joie's hand felt so good in George's, she felt safe and comfortable, and in some strange nondescript way, felt she was where she belonged. She hoped it would be the same at the Harrison's house. Meeting them previously, Joie knew they were warm, funny and comfortable with what they had. George and Joie pulled up to his parents' house and George stopped and turned off the car.

On the way over, it went from the lovely orange and red of dusk to the midnight, deep blue of evening. The air turned cool and there was a light breeze. To George, it was balmy, to Joie, it felt like near winter.

"I'm from California, George," Joie reminded him, playfully. "Any temperature under 60 is officially 'winter'."

George laughed, then focused his dark chocolate eyes on hers. It was impossible to distinguish his irises from his pupils, and his laser like gaze went right through her, leaving her shivering down her spine. Smiling, his face gentle but focused, he leaned towards Joie, pulling her hand towards his back to bring her in closer. Wanting to remember everything about this highly anticipated moment in her life...when she kissed a man she was growing to love...their lips met tenderly for a delicate kiss.

George wasn't too sure how he would know to stop. His internal radar about women went haywire as soon as his eyes met hers. She was beautiful in a suntanned, fit body. The corner of her eyes tipped up slightly and her lips were full and exceptionally sensual. George watched her hook her short, soft auburn hair around her ears, something she did when she was nervous.

He was willing to stop right there. Joie had another idea. Scooting as close to him as she could, her left hand combing through his hair, she eased him forward to kiss him again. It was the most amazing feeling she ever had. Her eyes closed, and Joie pulled George closer. As she did, he eased back slightly, and his tongue rimmed her full, pink lips then eased between them to really kiss her. It was as sweet as he ever felt.

Joie, "French kissed" badly by Charlie, said, "What the hell, why not?", and welcomed George's tongue into her mouth. She was unsure initially, then just followed George's lead.

For both of them, a switch flipped on and they allowed the feelings of urgency and passion to take over. George felt Joie relax slightly, and he knew she was no longer unsure and it became urgent and passionate. It was nice when his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and their kiss deepened with each one feeding the other's desire. It was as if they were two starved people finding solace in each other's arms. Butterflies flipped inside her; she could feel the pounding of George's heart.

Suddenly, there came a rap on the side window of the car next to Joie. It was a man with a flashlight. Joie looked at George with real fear and rolled down the window. Bending over, a flashlight in one hand, a billyclub in the other, she came face to face with a police officer.

Panicky and shakey, Joie relaxed when George wrapped his hand around hers.

"That's enough you two," the man stated flatly. "Go on home now."

"We are home, sir," George leaned down to look the officer in the face.

The policeman suddenly began to laugh as he recognized George. Joie raised her eyebrows, opening her dark brown eyes.

"Right, there, George," he broke out in chuckles. "You two have a nice evening...."

And he was gone. George and Joie looked at each other and began laughing.

"10,000 miles from home and I finally get busted for necking in a car. Go figure."

..........

They exited the car and headed up the stairs to the Harrison's home. Before George rang the bell, his hands slid around Joie's hips and pressed her in close. Her arms flew around his neck as their mouths crashed together. Joie, going off instinct and the electricity between her legs, tilted her head slightly and George drove his tongue further, his mouth wider to completely deepen the kiss.

When they leaned back from each other, Joie knew she just experienced a kiss like no other and George leaned his forehead against hers.

"We keep this up and I'm going to need a cold shower," he laughed, lightly kissing her cheek.

Joie looked at him warmly and gave him a tender kiss. "You know, i wish we could have the entire evening to ourselves."

"Hmm, yeah. I'm missing a good round of Monopoly myself." He looked at her with a mix of mystery and mischieviousness.

After she gave him a playful swat on his ass, he finally rang the doorbell.

The door flew open immediately and Mr. Harrison stood there with a pipe in his hands.

..........

The Harrison's house was warm and inviting. It was the perfect size bungalow for the two of them with a small garden in the back. Both Mr. and Mrs. Harrison smiled at Joie and seemed glad to have her after George re-introduced them.

"It's been a long time since I've had a girl in the house," Louise told her. "My daughter got married and moved to the States, so it's been a little lonely."

"Thank you so much for having me," Joie told both of them. "Your home is lovely."

"Thanks to George," Mr. Harrison said proudly. "We moved in here about a year ago."

George showed her around and placed her bag in an extra bedroom. Joie followed him and was so glad to be there. It felt like home. The smells and feelings she remembered when her mother was still alive, watching her make dough for fresh bread, were always accessible in her daydreams. Stirring the spaghetti in an impossibly large pot on the stove, the smell of pot roast when stepping into the warm home from the cold outside.

Joie felt like she was home.

George walked to her when they were alone in her room. George wanted to kiss her again...and again...and again. Was he moving too fast? Feeling he wasn't, he kissed her lightly and then said, "I'm taking a vacation when this tour is over. Ireland. John and Cyn are going too. Would you like to come?"

Joie didn't really think the question through and blurted, "Oh, yes," Joie exclaimed.

"I'm glad. I was afraid you'd say no."

"Why?"

"Well, alone in a foreign country with me."

Joie crinkled her nose. "Are you dangerous?"

"When it comes to you, I just might be..." he nodded his head and slipped his hands around her hips.

When her face fell, he questioned her immediately. He wasn't about to get so close to being alone with Joie and not rebuke all negative thoughts.

"George..."

"What?"

"Um...well...I don't have enough money to go on vacation. Im actually on vacation and won't be working these next couple of weeks ..."

"Let's not worry about that for now," George told her, confidence in his voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. If that was all he had to worry about, he'd fuckin' dance naked with the Irish fairies at dawn. "We'll figure that out later," he assured her.

"But you always say that...." Joie told him. "I'll have to ask my dad for a loan so I can pay my own way."

"Joie...." George began, combing his fingers through his hair. "I wish you'd stop worrying about that. I asked you to go and I'm planning on paying. No strings attached. I just want to spend some time with you. I just hope we can stay under the radar with the media."

"Me too....," she answered bashfully. "but I still need to pay my own way."

"Stubborn Americans," George shook his head. " Let's just figure it out later. Kissing you has turned my brain to mush."

Joie laughed. "Ok."

Joie moved closer and looked into his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her. Joie put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

..........

Soon, he was gone again, leaving her with his parents. He called nearly every day, just to check on her and Joie was relaxed and enjoying being mothered by Louise Harrison. Every afternoon they would have tea together and talk. Louise told her all about his childhood and Joie told her how she lost her mother when Jordan was a baby. Louise couldn't imagine how Joie had grown up without a mother. It made her think of John and Paul, who loved being at their house because they had both lost their mothers early in life. But while John was scarred, Joie learned to take the place of a mother and take care of her sister and make sure her dad had dinner every night.

"It must have been hard when you were a little girl," Louise said, pouring the tea. "You had to grow up fast."

"My dad is a good dad....like Paul's from what you say," Joie told her sipping the hot tea. "He really tried to be a mom and a dad, even though he missed my mom so much."

"Did your dad remarry?"

Joie shook her head. "No. He was always too busy working and taking care of us. I hope now that we are getting older that he will get out there and start dating."

"I can imagine it will be very hard," Louise said gently.

Joie nodded.

When the phone rang, Louise looked at her. "Please go ahead and answer it. It's probably George for you."

Louise smiled. She liked the young girl and she could clearly see that her youngest son was hypnotized by her. Louise knew he would never bring anyone to meet them unless he was dead serious.

Joie jumped up with a huge smile for Louise and answered the phone, "Harrison residence."

"Hi American," George said happily. "How are you?"

Joie told him about her day, about how wonderful his parents had been. "But I miss you....," she whispered into the phone.

"Miss you too," he replied softly. 'But John is here, and he wants to talk to you."

"Greetings you slagger," he laughed. "You should be here to hold my blathered head over the loo. Yeah...I'll say it. I will you fuckin' cretins," he shouted over his shoulder at George, Paul and Ritchie.

"Yeah, like I was trying to tell you before I was so rudely interrupted, we all miss you, American. Mal doesn't tell us to go fuck ourselves half as good as you."

"Thanks, John," Joie answered laughing.

"Do me a favor?"

"Of course," she answered.

"Call Cyn. Maybe you could meet her at the house for lunch or something." He said, rather embarrassed. "We had another little argument over the phone and I think she's upset."

"I will call her tomorrow," Joie promised.

"I hear we are going on vacation together," John added. "And I'm glad. For an American bird, you are ok."

Joie smiled. "Thanks John. For an English bloke, you are ok too."

John laughed and handed the phone back to George.

"How are things going?" Joie asked him.

"Ok. Can't wait to get home and then go on vacation," he answered. "Need a vacation. Then we are going to start on the next movie."

"I hear. It's going to be wild."

"Gotta go. Say hi to mom and dad. I'll try to call tomorrow, but we are traveling."

"Ok.," Joie answered.

"Bye Joie. I'm glad you are at my parents' house."

"Me too. Thank you George."

............

Joie's dad called the next night and spoke to Mr. Harrison for quite awhile before speaking to her.

"You sound a lot happier than the last time we talked," her dad said. "Are you doing ok?"

"I love being here, Dad. The Harrisons have been wonderful to me."

"I wanted you to know I got a call from your young man..."

Joie questioned him. "Who?"

"George. Seems he wants to take you on vacation and wanted me to know that everything will be very proper and in order, mainly because I'm a police detective and could bury him where no one would find him."

"That sounds true," Joie laughed. "Better to schmooze than be murdered," she responded truthfully. "But, dad, George called you?"

"Yes. And he's a very nice man, Joie girl. He cares very much about you. We had a nice long talk and I'm glad he called. Ireland sounds like a wonderful trip. He said another couple is going with?"

"Yes," Joie told him. "John and Cynthia."

"Well, I told him I had no problem with it as long as you don't."

"Thanks, dad," Joie said. "I love and miss you, Jordan too."

That night, Joie went outside to the Harrison's backyard to have another cup of tea and a cigarette. She sat on the little swing and looked into the dark, English sky, thinking about George....thinking about the trip to Ireland. They had really only kissed a couple of times. What would Ireland be like? Would they share a room? Would she have her own room?

All she knew was she missed him when he was gone. She missed the feel of him. She wanted him to kiss her again and feel that tingle. Was that love? Did she love George? Maybe she would find out in Ireland.

And what did he think of her? It seemed to Joie that he cared about her and after talking to her dad, she knew he had gone out of his way to make sure her dad was comfortable with her going on a trip with him. He liked her, of that she was sure, or he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble for her.

She went to bed finally after the house was quiet. She would call Cyn the next day and maybe meet her for lunch. George and Joie trusted her. Maybe she would ask her about Ireland and she what she thought.

..........

"Joie..." Cyn greeted her when she made her way to the Lennon's front door. "How are you? How are you getting along with George's mom and dad?"

"They have been wonderful, Cyn. Wonderful. I feel like I'm at home."

"John loves George's mom and dad. They were always so good to him when he was younger. I can't tell you how many times they fed the boys and let them practice at their house when no one else would."

They ate a light lunch of chicken salad and iced tea and talked about the tour, the fans, the media.

"Cyn....what do you think about the trip to Ireland?" Joie finally asked, rubbing her finger nervously over the condensation on the iced tea glass.

"I can't wait. I think it will be great fun. We will have a wonderful time." Cyn told her, honestly.

"I'm really excited....but a little nervous too." Joie admitted. "The fans, the press. What if they find out?"

"Brian is arranging everything. It shouldn't get out. He can be very discreet."

"Cyn...." Joie started, then stopped. She scratched at her nails and peeled off the nail polish. "I'm nervous about George. George and me. I don't know how he feels....and...I'm....very inexperienced."

Cyn reached over and touched her hand. "He cares about you Joie. And if there is anyone to trust in this world, it's George. He's very smart, he knows where he comes from. The fame hasn't gotten to him. Of that, you can be certain."

..........

It would be another week before George would be back, but he called nearly every night to talk to Joie. She missed him, more now than ever. Since they kissed, Joie couldn't get him out of her mind...the feelings that stirred inside her when his arms were around her, the sweetness of his lips on hers. She couldn't wait until he got back home and they could leave on their trip. They'd be alone together. And that could mean anything. Joie was nervous and excited at the same time.

"I'll be back tomorrow," George told her finally. "I'm going to come over straight from the airport. I just don't know what time it will be. There's a press reception I have to go to first and then I'll be there. If the reception doesn't go too late, I'm going to stop at the house first. Mal has dropped your car off. But I think I'll have him drive me to my parent's because my car is there."

"Ok," Joie told him, sincerely. "I can't wait to see you."

"Me too," he answered, tenderly. "I'll pick you up and we'll drive back to the house at some point. We are leaving for Ireland on Tuesday."

"Your parents have been so great, George. They have just treated me like part of the family."

George was quiet for a moment. "Joie, you are part of the family."

..........

The next evening, Joie couldn't stay still. She paced and checked her watch. She had tea and scones and checked her watch. She went out in the backyard and sat quietly on the swing and checked her watch. Then she paced some more checked her watch. Their plane was supposed to land at 5, but by 7, there was still no sign of George. Louise noticed Joie's nervousness and smiled at her. 'He'll be here soon," she told her at one point. Joie hugged her tightly.

By 10pm, Joie thought maybe George had gone home and would come in the morning. She went out into the back yard ... to her spot on the swing with a cup of tea. She was alone with her thoughts, but didn't know what she was thinking. Her mind was blank in anticipation.

She decided to go back into the house as she felt the coolness of the night envelop her. As Joie stood up, she heard the back door open and close. Joie turned toward the sound.

It was George.

He walked towards her silently. Joie blinked to make sure it was really him. In a rush of emotion, she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck, her leg around his.

"Thank God..." she whispered. "Thank God you're home."

He leaned away from her slightly and kissed her. Joie held onto him as if she would lose him if she let go. She kissed him back, feeling things she never felt before. Need. Passion. Arousal. He was all she could think of. He was home.

"Joie," he said as he held her tightly. He kissed her again and craved every inch of her.

"You're home...., " she said, filled with emotion. "you're finally home."

"I've missed you., baby," he told her, still holding her tightly in his arms. He had to keep kissing her. He had to.

"I've missed you too," she answered, not letting go of him either.

He kissed her again, passionately this time, hungry for the feel of her. Then they heard the back door open and broke the kiss. George reached down and held her hand as his father approached.

"Thought I heard you come in," he said cheerfully. "Good to see you, son."

"Thanks Dad," George answered. "Good to be home. Is mom awake?"

"Yes. She's waiting inside."

"We'll be right in....."

Harold Harrison gave a slight wink. "Right. We'll see you inside."

George waited until the back door closed again before taking Joie in his arms again. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her neck.

"We'll go home after we talk to mum," he whispered to her. "I want to take you home."

"I want to go home with you," Joie answered, never more sure of anything in her life. "I want to go home."

George smiled and kissed her lightly. "C'mon baby."

And he led her back into his parent's house. They visited with his parents for awhile, then Joie grabbed her already packed bag. Soon they were in his car, heading back to Esher.

"Why did you have me stay with your parents George?" Joie asked finally.

"I thought you needed a mum..." he answered, glancing at her.

And he was right.

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