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something ; george x reader

request: Hii, I was wondering if you could write a cute George blurb where he’s thinking of you and the relationship.. flash backs of first meeting, first kiss, first time in bed, cute little things the reader does and makes George smile. Thank you! I love your blog and writing so much 💕 a/n: sorry i haven’t posted and this is why!!! it took me ages to get this done, hope you enjoy it DISCLAIMER: also ik Paul got Martha around 1966 but i mention her during 1963 and ik “Do You Want To Know A Secret” isn’t by Geo :) also with the holiday one: i want to make John like that, idc if he wasn’t as faithful as i put him :) also in the fic they had Dhani (without Olivia oops (duh)) earlier and George wrote “Something” earlier :) and i noticed that the dog was name Harold a bit too late. (because his dad is also called Harold) pairing: george x reader summary: a ‘throwback’ yo tour first everything warnings: smut! (but you can skip it), im pretty sure HJ and oral (mostly male) and fingering, slight daddy kink and FLUFF, SO MUCH!!!! year: 1962-1965, year in which it started isnt sepcificed, also in my fic cancer doesn’t exist because fuck you cancer word count: erm 25k IM SORRY

George watched as you got ready, he was laying on top of your shared bed already wearing his suit and you were sat in front of your vanity styling your hair, twisting it in different ways. He chucked gently when you stuck your tongue out in a playful manner. A smile crept upon his face when memories of your past flashed across his mind.

Memories of your first meeting, your first kiss, your first date, of when he asked you to be his girl, your first meeting his friends, your first time doing it together, your first time sleeping together, your first time watching his concert (which was also his first concert), your first ‘I love you’s, your first time meeting each other’s parents, your first time moving in together, your first dog (which you badly wanted), your first everything.

He remembers your first meeting as though it was yesterday…

September 1962

You were sat on a stool in front of the bar, a hall empty drink sat in front of you. The sweet melody of “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” was playing from the jukebox. “What’s a pretty bird like you drinking alone?” you rolled your eyes, who the fuck wanted to talk to you now.

“Sod off Lennon.” you snapped when you saw the singer of the small band that had just gotten off stage.

“Oh wow, okay.” he chuckled and moved to your other side. He leaned against the bar and gave you a smirk.

“What part of ‘sod off Lennon’ do you not understand?” you asked reminding yourself of your mother.

“Leave her alone John.” said someone from the side John had just been at. You turned to face the owner of the mysterious and nearly fell off your stool. It was George Harrison, the guitarist from the same band. Your eyes went wide, you had developed a small crush on him and so had he but both of you were too shy to admit it to the other.

“Okay... I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” John said with a mischievous grin before patting George’s back and leaving.

“Sorry about him,” he mumbled. “Is this seat taken?” George pointed at the empty stool next to you. You giggled and shook your head.

“No.” you said, he smiled at you and sat down.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You two spent the rest of the evening drinking, dancing, chatting and laughing. He talked to you about his band and how they had just gotten a manager and a new drummer. You told him about the university you attended, what you studied and how life was. At the end of the night, he took you home and asked you out on a date.

Your first date…

September 1962

George picked you up at around 7:30pm and took you to a nice dinner. He even shared his food with you, you didn’t think much about it but after meeting his mates and talking to them about it they were extremely shocked. After paying, which you playfully argued about, he took you for a walk in the park.

It was quiet, you didn’t even see anyone. The only light was coming from the occasional streetlamp and the moon that shone brightly above. That walk, your first date, was such a cliche. You got cold and George gave you his leather teddy jacket. Your hands gently touched until he got himself together and took your hand in his.

When it got late he took you back home, back to your flat and stood out the door. You took as long as you could to open the door since really did not want this magical night to end, at least not yet. But eventually you did unlock the door, you pressed your side against it and looked at Goerge who was also leaning against the closed door.

Your first kiss was the same night...

The outdoor light was shinning on top of you, casting a shadow across parts of your face. George’s line of sight shifted from one eye to the other and down to your lips. You gulped and nodded, giving him permission to kiss you. His look on his face was very concentrated, he cupped your face, his thumb drew a circle on it before he leaned forward to kiss it.

If the date was magical then this was out of this world. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as he made contact with you. His lips were so soft against yours, they fit so perfectly as though you were made for each other. He titled his head to the side to deepen the kiss and you felt a thousand butterflies in your stomach.

It felt so perfect.

The third and final thing that happened that night was him asking if you would be his girl...

George gently pulled away as though in fear that if we pulled away too quickly you would break. He looked deep into your eyes and you gave him a small smile. You were so perfect in his eyes, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear to get a better look.

“Will you be my girl?” he whispered so quietly he wouldn’t have been shocked to hear that didn’t catch what he said.

“Yes,” you said with a big smile.

The next time you saw him was at The Cavern, and that’s when you met his friends…

October 1962

He jumped off the small, make-shift stage and ran towards you. After a quick kiss, he pulled you to a booth as you told him what had happened since you last saw him. His friends joined you as soon as you sat down, you looked around and examined them. There was three and all of them were in his band. John was there, the guy that had hit on you when you first met George.

“And who’s this?” asked the pretty one, you had given them names since you didn’t know their proper names.

“This is yn, my girl,” he said, pride beaming off him. He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you close to his chest.

“Hi.” you squeaked.

“Heya, I’m Paul.” the same guy said, you shook his extended hand and smiled back at him.

“I’m Ringo.” said the guy to his right, the drummer, you shook his hand as well.

“And I’m John.”

“I know.” you shook your head gently making them all laugh. John said sorry to you but insisted he only did it so George would go up to you and that, in the end, you should thank him for your relationship with George.

The night went by quickly just like time does when you’re having fun. There was a lot of drinks, laughs and dancing. You even managed to pull George onto the dance floor which shocked the rest of the guys. But what truly shocked them was when he let you take a chip from his basket.

“I-” Paul said when he saw you eat it.

“What is it?” you asked a little bit worried.

“Geo shared his food!” he managed to say.

“He what?” John turned to face Geo, his eyes wide in shock.

“So...?”

“You see, Georgie here is the biggest eater ever!” Ringo explained, you looked at your boyfriend who was rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Yes, don’t let his skinny body fool you.” biggest mystery to you, and the guys, is how is George so skinny considering how much he eats.

“I know that, he eats a lot.” you still didn’t understand why they were so shocked. “And...?”

“And he never, ever, shares his food!” Paul finished. You looked again at Geo and you couldn’t believe it, he always shared his food with you.

“Oh shut up,” George said to the four of you as you all snickered.

The first time you did it was around two weeks after meeting his friends…

November 1962

The kissed were heated, passionate and quick. He couldn’t keep his hands off you during tonight’s dinner with the guys so after you were done you went to his place. His hands trailed up and down your back, he gripped your ass before the landed on your thighs. You jumped and wrapped your legs around him as he led you to his bedroom.

He set you down on the bed without breaking the kiss. You pulled away to get undressed, your t-shirt slipped off you and your skirt came off fine but that wasn’t the same for George. His shirt did come off fine but when he tried to take off his trousers he tripped and fell on you. You erupted into a fit of laughter. “George are you okay?” you asked as you helped him up.

“Yeah sorry,” he mumbled before taking them off properly. Once they were off he chuckled and threw them to the other side of the room. His eyes scanned your body, pupils blown, and when his mouth fell open you blushed and looked away. He cupped your chin which his index finger and thumb and gently led your face to his so you could look at him.

“You're so fucking breathtaking yn, please don’t be embarrassed. I want you to be comfortable around me.” George whispered, you gulped and nodded before closing the space between you with a kiss.

“Okay,” you said. He smiled and kissed you again. His kisses got lower and lower, they went from your lips to your jaw to the valley between your breasts to each of your breasts to the bottom of your stomach. He looked up to you, silently asking for permission, you nodded and propped yourself up on your elbows.

He gently tugged the waist of your underwear down, you lifted your hips so he could slip them off. Slowly he slipped in two of his long, skinny fingers into your wet core. You let out a sweet, low moan as soon as the went in and another one when he curled his fingers and they hit your g-spot. “Everything okay love?” he teased.

“M-more.” you managed to gasp.

“More what? Use your words love.” you looked down at him and nearly came right there, he had his mouth inches above your heat and two of his fingers inside of you, his thumb was hovering above your sensitive bud.

“More of you George, I need you, I need your fingers, your mouth, your-” he kissed your core and began to move both his fingers and his thumb. You cried out in pleasure and let your head fall back. He smiled and added another finger and licked planted another kiss.

Soon enough you were ready to cum, his fingers moved faster and faster the tighter you got and when you couldn’t hold it in anymore you cried out his name and released the tension. Once you stopped seeing stars he licked his fingers clean and kissed you. He was about line himself with your entrance and slam into you when you stopped him. You placed your hand on his chest causing him to look up to you.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“What? No! You were amazing.” you said, he sighed and sat next to your legs. You grinned and gestured him to come to you with your finger. He obeyed with a smile and crawled over to you. George lowered him to kiss you and you flipped him over. He looked up to you with a confused look. “What is it Georgie?” you asked with an innocent look.

“N-nothing.” he had just never been under, that wasn’t your plan though, he could be on top.

“It’s your turn now,” you said as you lowered your whole body so your mouth was near his cock.

“My turn?” he asked.

“Your turn.” you lowered his boxers and laughed as his cock sprang out and hit his stomach. “You’re so hard baby.” you teased and you took him in your hand and stroked it up and down.

“You’re just very hot yn.” George said with a cocky tone making you chuckle, even when he was ‘under your control’ he was still dominant. Little did you know George would never let you take over, something you will soon enough find out.

You kissed his tip and lowered your head while taking him all in. He groaned wrapped your hair in his hand. You went back up for air and as soon as you were okay you felt his hand push you back down. Damn, he looked hot as he laid back on the bed, his mouth slightly opened, chest rising and falling and a drop of sweat falling down his forehead.

He let out a soft, stifled moan when your hands found his balls. You continued bopping your head up and down and moving your hands quickly around the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. What seemed like forever later George finally twitched inside your mouth.

“You look so pretty doll,” he said with his eyes shut closed. “You look so pretty with your dirty little mouth wrapped around my cock.” George opened his eyes and maintained eye contact as he pushed you down on his dick. You held back your gags as a tear slipped down your eye. He let go of your head so you could get air but you stayed in your position and moved your tongue around.

You went back up for air for a second before moving back down. When you gently squeezed his cock his hand flew to your head again and you could have sworn he was going to cry. “Oh my God yn-” he said as he came inside your mouth. After he was done you slowly pulled away leaving a string of cum and spit between your mouth and his cock. You wiped your mouth the back of your hand all innocent-like as George just stared with the cockiest look you had ever seen.

George watched as you crawled backed onto him, your straddled his hips and began rocking your aching core onto his, still, hard dick. He chuckled into the kiss, did you really think you would be in charge? He flipped you both over and lined himself with you, you saw a change in his expression when he asked for permission but as soon as you nodded it was gone, it left as quickly as it came.

He slammed himself into you making you cry out in pleasure. Your back arched and your bodies stuck together. You placed your hands on his shoulders and once you tapped them to show you were ready he began moving quickly. With each movement, a sense of pleasure washed over you, over and over again.

“Come on baby girl, won’t you let me hear your pretty moans?” he moaned as his hips jutted against yours at a brutally quick rate, his hands gripping your hips down, fingers digging so hard there will sure be bruises tomorrow. You didn't care one bit though, you were enjoying this side of him, this rough, confident side of him that you didn't see every day. Those weren’t the only bruises that will be left, your fingers were scratching his back as you tried to hold on.

“G-george!” you moaned out as he hit that particular spot over and over again.

“Yes baby?”

“Oh my God!”

“George is just fine, love.” he joked, hand’t you been in this position you would have smacked him on the arm.

“I’m close!” you squeaked as you felt a fiery sensation growing on your lower stomach.

“Cum for me princess, let it all out,” he said. “You look so fucking beautiful, your tits look so pretty bouncing up and down. You are so fucking majestic.” your eyes were shut close but you could feel his cocky grin. “Are you going to cum for me baby girl?” you nodded. “Come on then, you’re so tight around my cock. You take me so well and make me feel so good baby girl.”

Your chest was heaving up and down, your breathing laboured as you finally came. You clenched around his cock and felt your muscles release the tension once more as your orgasm erupted. You cried out his name and arched your back. His movements became more and more sloppy. You heard him groan as he snapped his hips forward. Your moans and whimpers were like gasoline to fire to his orgasm.

“Where do you want me?” he managed to pant as his dick began to twitch inside you.

“In-inside.” you moaned.

“What?” George said, he slowed his movements.

“I’m on the pill George,” you said with a little chuckle.

“Oh.”

“Never cummed inside of a girl?” you teased.

“Princess, you have no idea what I’ve done.” you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes as he groaned, you felt his thick, warm cum coat your walls. His movements came to a stop and you were both a panting mess. He pulled out and watched as his cum dripped from your core.“You’re a mess.” George chuckled as he got up.

“Georgie don’t leave me,” you complained, he chuckled again and came back with a towel. He cleaned up your thighs with it and himself before cuddling with you.

“That was amazing,” he admitted as you both began to fall asleep.

“You were amazing,” you said.

Throughout the whole night, George took great care of you. He was so caring, so soft, so gentle. Even when he slammed himself into you he managed to make the moment so intimate. His eyes were so tender even when they were looking up at you from between your legs.

Sure, that was the first time you stayed over, but the first time you properly stayed over was when your heater broke in your flat so you had to stay at his place…

December 1962

The phone began ringing, George groaned and got up to pick it up. “George speaking, who’s calling?”

“Hey there.” you shyly said.

“Hey love,” George answered, way calmer now. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah... Well, no. Don’t worry though, it’s just that...” you worried he would say no, that it was too early in the relationship. Deep down you knew that was silly and George would go out of his way to make sure you had a safe place to spend the night.

“Yeah...?” he said when you didn’t say anything.

“My heater broke and it’s freezing here so is it okay with you if I stay with you until it’s fixed?” you quickly said.

“Of course you can! When are you coming? You know what, I’ll go get you and help you get a bag ready.” you smiled at his response and thanked him before hanging up. “Hey Ringo, I’m going to get yn. Her heater broke so she’s going to stay here for a while.”

“Okay,” Ringo said just as George closed the front door.

When he came into your flat you wrapped your arms around him, he was just so warm. “You’re warm,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I’ll stop being warm if I stay here long.” he joked, you pulled away and kissed him. “Lets get going then?” you nodded and led him to your room and sat him down as you prepared your bag. You placed it next to him and you giggled at his face that had reddened when he saw your underwear.

“Geo, you’ve seen me naked.”

“I- I know but still...” he tore his eyes away from your bag and look at anywhere except it. You playfully rolled your eyes and continued folding your stuff. Once you were done you zipped your duffle bag close and George picked it up.

“Let’s go then.”

The ride home was quick, he told you how he shared a place with the rest of the guys and it made you a bit nervous since you didn’t want to be annoying. George noticed your change in actions signalling that you were nervous so he placed a hand over your thigh and assured you everything was going to fine and that you weren’t annoying anyone.

“yn!” Ringo said as soon as the door opened. George’s hand slipped off your lower back when you went to hug Ringo.

“yn?” you heard Paul call from the living room.

“Hi,” you said as George led you to stand in front of the living room’s entrance. Paul and John stared at you, their eyes went down to your bag and confusion went over their faces.

“Are you travelling?” asked John after saying hi.

“No...”

“Then?” you looked up at George since you didn’t want to say anything due to your shyness.

“She’s going to stay here for a while, with us,” he said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Okay,” Paul said before turning back to his card game with John. You looked up to George again and smiled. “And it’s perfect, she’ll be over for Christmas and New Years,” Paul added as he set down a card.

“Yeah,” George said as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’m going to help her set in and we can have dinner later, okay?” the boys nodded and George led you to his room.

His room was nice, the bed was in the middle against the wall to the left. To the bed’s left (which was to your left as soon as you came into the room) was the wardrobe and to the bed’s right, there was a window in the middle of that wall. In front of the bed, there was a dresser with a record player on top of it and records on top of the dresser. The rest of the records were on a shelf on the wall above the record player.

“Nice,” you said.

“Thanks?” he said lightly laughing at your reaction. George took your bag and set it on the bed then he went over to his wardrobe and opened it. He pushed his clothes to the side to give you space. You thanked him before moving to neatly fold all your clothes or hang them up. Once you were done he moved his undergarments to the side to, once more, give you space. When you saw them you giggled slightly. “What's so funny?” George asked as he sat down on the bed,

“Nothing,” you said and let out another giggle.

“Sure?”

“Yeap.” you threw a pair of his underwear to him, he dodged it and grabbed it.

“Oi!” he complained as he laughed, you laughed along. George got up and neatly folded it back in, blushing like mad when he caught sight of your underwear.

“Oh my God George, you’ve seen it all before!”

“Okay, okay. Sorry.”

You helped with dinner even though they wouldn’t let you. At first, you offered to cook but they all denied you. When you tried to set the table Paul nearly slapped the plates off of your hand. He sat you down on the couch and insisted you let them to the ‘work’. It was honestly very funny watching George cook and the other three rush around as though they were on a tight schedule.

The same thing happened when you tried to clean up. This time George handed you a towel and told you to go shower if you wanted to. Their bathroom was nice and surprisingly clean. You noticed you had forgotten your conditioner in his room once you had washed the shampoo away. And you certainly didn’t want to walk into his room naked or in a towel while leaving a trail of water behind you. So you only had one option: to call him.

“GEORGE!” you yelled after turning off the shower, you shivered lightly as cold air rushed in through the slightly opened window.

“Yeah?” he yelled back after a while.

“Erm, I forgot my conditioner!”

“I’ll get it, no worries.” you trembled and waited until you heard a soft knock. You got out of the shower and tried to not wet the floor. Slowly you opened the door slightly, George had his hand sticking out with his other hand over his eyes.

“My God George,” you giggled before closing the door. “Thanks!” you yelled before getting back into the warmth of the shower.

“No problem!”

After showering and getting into your pyjamas you went out into the living room where the guys were (also ready for bed). George smiled when came in and patted his lap so you could sit down. “What are we doing?” you asked as you looked around.

John was sat down on the floor with his glasses on (which you thought were cute) and his guitar on his lap. Paul was on top of a single armchair, his bass on his lap and Ringo was behind his drum set on a corner of the room. You now noticed George’s guitar on the couch.

“Writing music,” John said with a smile before returning to his guitar and strumming out a couple things. He was sat on the space in front of you Paul, he looked up to his friend and they talked about how a chord sounded with their new song.

“Oh, I’ll be on my way, don’t want to interrupt art-making.” you smiled at the lads but you couldn’t stand up because as soon as you did George pulled you back down and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he whispered in your ear, he buried his face in your neck, his breath tickling you. You giggled and tilted your head to the side he was on to stop him but all he did was kiss you making you giggle even more.

“Geo!” you said as quietly as you could.

“I think that’s enough for tonight lads,” Ringo said as he stood up from behind his drum kit.

“Wait, I really don’t want to intrude, you guys work and I’ll go to bed. Don’t worry.” you turned to kiss George and stand up but he, once again, pulled you down.

“No.” he protested.

“Yes.”

“No,” Ringo said as he walked away from the living room.

“Ringo! Get back here!”

“No!” he repeated as he shut his door. You narrowed your eyes at Paul and John who were getting up.

“I was tired anyway, night you two.”

“Wait-” you started.

“Keep it down, okay kids?” teased John as he followed Paul out the room. You blushed like made and tried to make yourself smaller.

“We’ll try.”

“George!”

Once you got into bed George attached himself to you. He peppered your face with kisses before laying down and pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. His arms were wrapped tightly, but not too tightly, around your waist. George’s hands were warm and comforting against your stomach. That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

The next morning you were woken up by singing coming from the living room. You groaned and felt two arms around you, you melted into the feeling and backed up so you could be closer to George. He hummed and buried his face on your shoulder.

“Morning sunshine.” He whispered as he kissed your neck.

“Morning.” you giggled.

“What the fuck?” George said as the singing got louder, suddenly the door shot open and George tried to cover you both with his covers. You laughed when you saw John, Ringo and Paul rush into the room with Christmas hats and singing Christmas songs.“Oh my Lord.” George groaned before leaning back onto the bed, you laughed and lifted your head.

“Morning lovebirds! It’s decoration time!” Paul sang after their first song ended.

“No more sex for now, my darlings,” John added and Ringo started doing jazz hands.

“Please fuck off while we get ready,” George complained as he nuzzled further into you.

“But I want to see yn naked…” John complained as he faked being upset.

“Fuck off you fucking wanker cunt! Only I get to see yn naked!” he barked before he threw the first thing he found at John who was a laughing mess, you tried to stifle your blush and laugh by hugging George and pressing your face on his chest.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” you said.

“We’ll be back in 10 minutes!” Paul warned.

“Okay, mum!” George mocked as they left, Paul pulled a face at him and left.

Christmas at The Beatles’ residence was the best. After they both got ready they went out to help set up the tree. Paul helped them while Ringo and John decorated the rest of the flat, they put decorations everywhere. Around the chimney, in each room, in the kitchen, all over the flat.

Christmas eve was just as special. John and Ringo helped set the table while George and Paul cooked with help from you. The table was set out amazingly, they even put out the fancy china which you thought was adorable. The night was spent laughing and eating with the three most amazing boys you’ve met and the love of your life.

On New Year’s Eve they threw a party, dozens of people came over to the flat to party. When the countdown started you rushed over to George. He had also been looking for you, you met in front of the balcony’s door. You looked up to him and smiled, he wrapped his arms around your waist and you did the same but around his neck.

“12!” the guests began screaming. “11! 10! 9! 8!”

“I love you.” you thought, you wanted to say it right there.

“7! 6! 5! 4!”

“I love you so much yn.” George thought as well. He looked deep into your eyes wishing he could tell you.

“3! 2! 1!” you leaned forward before the crowd yelled 1 and kissed George. He smiled into the kiss and deepened it.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” everyone yelled, outside fireworks erupted onto the dark, black sky. You didn’t let go of George though and he didn’t either. He didn’t want to, all he wanted to do was stay with you right there.

Once your heater was fixed you had to leave George’s place, neither of you two wanted to... They had gotten their first concert gig and you were excited for them. Especially when you got the invitation in your mailbox…

February 1963

As soon as you saw what it was you called George. “George! You have a concert?” you had no idea.

“Yeah! It was meant to be a surprise that’s why I didn’t tell you before.”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks, love, will you be able to make it?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The countdown to the concert was exhausting, George was practising every day and you missed him dearly. But you knew you couldn’t keep him from doing his job and his dream. So, instead, you went out shopping for a nice outfit. You ended up buying a new mini skirt, a blouse and a new pair of white go-go boots. George was going to love it!

Once the day finally came, you got dressed and drove down to the venue. You went through the back just like George told you to and greeted him in his changing room. He was buzzing with excitement and everything was going very quickly. Soon enough he had to go on stage and start his permeance. He kissed you goodbye and rushed out with his bandmates.

You watched from the side of the stage and smiled as George bopped his head and tapped his foot up and down to the beat. Whenever he looked over to you and caught attention, he would wink at you making you melt inside. The concert seemed to go on forever but it was perfect. Well, except for the screaming fans, you could barely hear George's perfect voice!

When it was over he rushed over to you and picked you to spin you around. He hugged and kissed you anywhere he could. “That was amazing Georgie!” you told him once he stopped kissing you.

“You really think so?” he asked.

“I know so,” you said. He looked into your eyes and smiled before pulling you in for another kiss. You could feel butterflies in your stomach as his hands explored your body, but you couldn’t do this in public so he pulled away and dragged you into an empty room.

You pulled him by his tie and began to loosen it once your lips were, once more, attached. He smiled at your eagerness and you were about to snap at him when his hands went under your shirt. George’s warm hands went up to your stomach and to your back. He undid your bra and cupped your breasts, slowly massaging them making you moan into the kiss.

George pulled away for a moment and you were going to complain but once you saw him unbutton his t-shirt you got the message and undressed yourself. Once you were both just in your underwear he reattached his lips onto yours and slowly pushed his growing erection into your heat. You moaned at the contact and whimpered when two of his long fingers slipped inside of you.

His thumb began drawing circles on your clit pushing you closer to your high but right after you told you were close he pulled away. You groaned and looked at him. “What the fuck Geo?”

“I want you to cum around me, love,” he said as he pulled himself out. You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes. George lined himself with your entrance pushed in, you wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands went to your bum to pick you up. You moaned when he hit your g-spot with the new angle. George kissed you once more and pressed you against the wall before starting to thrust into you. It didn’t take long before you were close to your high again but you wanted to wait for George.

“‘M close,” he said after a while making you sigh, your wall clenched around him. “Come on baby, cum. Cum around my cock. You’re such a good girl, huh? Taking me in so well.” that and his rapid snaps made you go over the edge. He rode out both of your highs before slipping out and helping you get dressed.

Once you were dressed and you had regained your breath, George cupped your face and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you possibly could. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your waist.

“yn,” he said after pulling away.

“Yeah?” you asked as you played with his hair.

“I love you,” George admitted, you stopped playing with his hair and looked into your eyes. He was scared, you could tell, your eyes went wide just as he gulped. “And you don’t need to say it now-”

“I love you too,” you said, shutting him up. You pulled him close again and kissed him.

“You do?” he asked.

“I really do Geo, I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“You wish.” you giggled as you stroked his hair.

“yn do you want to come with us on tour?” he asked nervously.

“On tour?” you said as he nodded. “But I have a job, Geo.”

“Yeah but you can take a holiday, y’know?” you looked into his pleading eyes, how could you say no?

Moving in together was a delight…

March 1963

You looked at the empty spot in your bed and sighed. It had been around a month since you had left George’s place and you missed him so much. You missed sleeping with him, waking up with him, eating with him. You just missed him, so much. And so did he. And coming back from tour and being separated wasn’t helping either of you.

He missed waking up to you, you wrapped around him or him wrapped around you. He missed going to sleep with you next to him. He missed playing the guitar in the living room with you, you smiling as he played a new song.

You stood up from your bed and head over to the window for a smoke. Maybe it was time for you to move in together? Was it too soon? Did he even want to? Did he want to not live with his friends? Did he want to live with just you?

Little did you know George was asking the same questions. Were you ready? Were you taking things too quickly for your liking? George would lay away at night thinking about it. His hand hovering above the phone, just like yours was right now, thinking about calling you and asking you to move in with him, get a place together. He had enough money now, he had enough to not need roommates.

The phone rang once before you picked it up. “Hello?” you asked.

“Hi love.”

“Hello to you too, what are you doing up at this hour?” you questioned as you sat back down on your bed.

“I could ask the same thing.”

“Oh shush.” you giggled.

“But really, is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah…” you lied.

“Are you sure? You sound different.”

“It’s just… I miss you,” you admitted.

“Miss me? We had dinner 4 hours ago.” he laughed.

“I don’t mean that way.” you tutted.

“So you don’t miss me?” George asked, faking to be offended and hurt at your comment.

“George!” you said making him laugh on the other side of the phone. “You know I do miss you…” you took a deep breath in and out and thought ‘fuck it’ “But I meant I miss living with you.” you quickly said, the line went quiet and you got worried, had you messed this up?

“You do?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah…” you said as you bit your lower lip.

“Me too, I miss going to sleep with you by my side and waking up to you,” George said making you smile.

“Really?”

“Of course I do.” you couldn’t contain your smile. “Do you want to… maybe… move in together?” you covered the phone with your hand and squealed.

“Yes!” you said after removing your hand.

“Really?”

“Of course I do,” you said repeating what he had said earlier.

You two couldn’t wait to move in together so while you waited for a flat for yourselves you moved in with him and the rest of the guys. All of them were very excited that you were going to live with them but sad that George was going to leave them.

“We don’t want you to leave!” Ringo cried the night that he told them.

“We’ll get a place close to here,” George said.

“Yeah, we promise,” you added.

“But-” John started.

“John, it’s time.” your boyfriend said.

“Yeah but-”

“We don’t want you to leave!” Paul said, repeating what the older man had said earlier.

“It’s kind of funny,” you admitted. Ringo, Paul and John shot you a confused ‘what-do-you-mean’ look.

“How?”

“I dunno…” you said suddenly aware of how stupid it was for you to say that. “Just that, he’s the youngest and leaving first.”

“Oh my God- He’s the youngest,” Ringo said as he remembered how young George was, you opened your mouth slightly and looked at George who shook his head, laughed and kissed your cheek. Meanwhile, the guys were all hugging each other and on the brink of tears.

“Sorry?” you offered but it only made it worse.

“Come here yn, I’ll help you get settled in,” George said, you nodded and followed him into your new, shared room. He helped you out by putting all your clothes away and other stuff you had brought along.

For the next month, the two of you looked for a flat. It had to be close to his old flat and to the studio because of the guys. They weren’t much help either, whenever you took them with you to check out a place they would just point out everything bad, even if there was nothing bad.

“Guys if we don’t find anything near here-” George started.

“You won’t move!” finished Paul with a big smile making you giggled.

“No love, we just won’t move near here.” you corrected.

“What-” John tried to say with his mouth slightly opened.

“I thought I was your love,” George said faking to be hurt.

“Oh shush Geo, you know you are,” you said, waving your hand at George before continuing. “We mean that we will have to find a place that isn’t close to here.”

“Why don’t you just stay here with us?” asked Ringo with a pout.

“Because we need privacy, Ringo,” George explained.

“We don’t care if you guys fuck every night,” John said with a cheeky grin. You reached over to playfully hit him on the side before rolling your eyes.

“But we don’t,” Paul said.

“Or if you want to go naked around the house,” John added with a wink, you were about to hit him again when he added one more thing. “Well just you yn, we don’t want to see you naked Geo.”

“John!” you hissed making him laugh. “Anyways, we found a place. It down the street from here.”

“And we are going to check it out now, you can come if you behave,” George said. The three boys nodded and followed you out of the flat.

The place was amazing, it was close to the old flat, the studio and it even had a little cafe/record store downstairs. You could have pets, which you loved, and it had everything you wanted. It had two guest rooms, one will be used for band practice. The kitchen had the perfect colours, there was even a window seat in your room and a fire escape just like you saw in movies.

“We’ll take it,” George said after seeing your face light up.

“I’m afraid it’s a little higher than what you guys were looking for.” the real estate agent said. You looked over at George and he smiled gently.

“Doesn’t matter, yn loves it so we’ll take it.”

“But Geo-” you were about to complain when George took you to the kitchen and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Love, money isn’t an issue, okay?” you looked up to him and nodded. “If this is what you want then I want it, even if you didn’t want this flat I would want it as well, okay?” you nodded again and George leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re taking it then?” asked Ringo as George singed a paper, they had just left one of the guest’s bedroom.

“Yeap,” you said with a big smile.

“I love it,” John admitted.

“Me too,” added Paul.

“Me three,” Ringo said.

“You do?” you said faking being shocked.

“Oh shush.”

It took you a week to get everything there and settled in. The boys helped as much as they could and whenever they did they were sure you both knew how sad they were. They would drag themselves across the flat pretending the boxes weighed tons. It made you and George laughed but you avoided doing it in front of them in case they started crying… Again…

“That’s it!” George said while you looking at your shared home. He had his arm around your waist pulling you close and you were standing in front of the door to see everything, you smiled up to him and kissed him.

“That’s it,” you confirmed.

meeting your parents…

March 1963

You looked at George as he cooked you breakfast and thought about his family, about how you had never met them. Hell, he hadn’t met your parents either. You had talked to them about him, you talked to about him a lot. Technically you had both met each other’s parents but not while being in a relationship so meeting them again would be different.

“Geo,” you said after a while of thinking.

“Yeap?” he asked without looking up from the bacon.

“Don’t you think we should meet each other’s parents?” you told him, he looked up from the food, leaned against (a safe spot) the counter and arched an eyebrow.

“What do you mean? You’ve met my parents and I’ve met yours.” George said.

“Yes, yes I know. But not while dating, y’know?”

“We’re dating?” he jokingly asked with a serious face. You playfully rolled your eyes and lowered your head as you laughed. George chuckled at your reaction and laughed alone.

“George!” you said after the laughter died down.

“Jokes aside, okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, we should have dinner and get them to know each other. Maybe here so they can see the new place.” you nodded at his proposition and ate the food he had set in front of you.

After cleaning up and getting ready for the day you could your parents and told them about the plan. “So mum, tell dad that you guys can come over Friday evening for dinner. You can officially meet George, see our new place and meet his parents.”

“That sounds lovely yn, we’ll make it,” she said, you gave her your address before hanging up and handing the phone to George. He thanked you and told his parents the same thing.

When Friday finally came you were very excited. You knew your parents liked George and, deep down, you knew George’s parents liked you but you wanted everything to be perfect. You put the food in the oven before taking a shower and getting ready. Once you had your outfit on you came out to see George setting the table.

“You’re home?” you asked, George turned to look at you and whistled. You blushed and spun around to show your outfit.

“No, I’m still at the studio.” he joked, you playfully smacked him in the arm and helped him set the table so he could get changed.

At 8:00pm you heard the doorbell ring. You and George went over to the door to open it. Behind the door were both of your parents, apparently, they had met each other in the building’s reception. You hugged them all and let them into your home.

“Give us a tour!” your mum said.

“Yes please.” George’s mum added.

“Okay mum and Mrs Harrison, just leave your coats with me and I’ll show you around.”

“Call me Louise.” smiled George’s mum as she, and your mum, shimmed off their coats. You smiled back and hanged up their coats before turning to your dad and Mr Harrison.

“Dad and Mr Harrison, would you like to join us?” you asked politely, George was about to burst out in laughter and your politeness. You were a kind person but you seemed so posh right now it was very amusing to him. As discreetly as you could you kicked George who was standing next to you. He muffled his groan and faked a smile.

“You can call me Harold yn.”

“And I think we’ll go have a couple of beers in the living room with George.” your dad finished as he placed his hand on George's shoulder. You smiled at them both and nodded.

“Okay then, Louise and mum, follow me.” the six of you parted ways and you began with the kitchen.

“Oh it’s so lovely.” your mum said as he ran her hand over the counters.

“It really is.” you smiled at Louise and led them to the living room where the guys were. Your mum and Louise looked around and pointed out the things they liked. You smiled down at George and kissed his head before heading over to your room. You gushed over the window seat and led them over to the guest room.

“Where you would stay if you ever came to visit,” you said with a big smile.

“We sure will,” Louise said.

“And us!” your mum added.

You led them to the last room, the other ‘guest room’ after closing the door behind you.

“This is meant to be a guest room but we turned it into a practice room for George, Ringo, John and Paul,” you explained. Louise and your mum nodded and looked around the room. There were a couple guitars and basses hanged up and some in stands.

“That’s a lot of guitars.” your mum said with a soft chuckle.

“Yeap, Geo’s collecting them,” you told them as you leaned against the wall. Louise went over to them to inspect them.

“This was his first one!” she said with a smile, probably remembering the moment she handed it to him.

“I think he loves it more than he loves me,” you said with a fake hurt look, your mum and his laughed at your joke.

“Drum kit for Ringo?” your mum asked as she pointed at the kit in the far right corner.

“Yeah, he has a couple. One for their old place, another for the studio, one for here… It would be complicated if he had to keep on moving the kit around, y’know?”

“Oh… Paul’s piano?” Louise asked, you looked over and saw she was staring at the black, upright piano.

“Erm not exactly. He is the one who plays the most in the band but I also play,” you revealed.

“And she’s a great player.” your mum complimented, you blushed and thanked her.

“Please play!” Louise said.

“It’s been a while…”

“Come on yn!” insisted your mother, you finally gave in and went to sit on the piano. Slowly and carefully you lifted the piano’s fallboard. Your hands ghosted over the keys as you thought of what to play. With a smile, you began to play “Do You Want To Know A Secret”.

(Back in the living room)

“Is that the piano?” his father asked as he sat up. George concentrated on the music and smiled when he realised it was you playing the song he sang.

“Yes, yes it is and it’s yn playing. Dad and Mr- I mean y/d/n, would you like to go and watched her play?” he asked while he stood up.

“Sure.” your dad said, he also got up and followed George and Harold into the music room. George leaned against the wall and watched her play with a big smile.

“Listen, do you want to know a secret?” sang George as he went over to you, you looked up from the piano for a moment and smiled up at him. He smiled back and sat down next to you on the piano’s stool. “Do you promise not to tell?” he kissed your cheek as your fingers moved from note to note.

As he sang the rest of the song his eyes bounced from you to your fingers. He loved the looked that you had on your face, how you looked so concentrated yet so graceful. Just like your fingers, they danced around the white and black keyboard as graceful as a ballet dancer. They somehow knew exactly were to be at all times.

“Let me whisper in your ear (doo da do)…” he leaned towards you and whispered in your ear. “Say the words you long to hear…” he softly sang, his breath tickled you but you remained focused. “I'm in love with you, ooh, ooh, ooh…” as soon as you both finished both your parents erupted in cheers and applause. You smiled at George before looking up to the rest of the adults.

The rest of the night went by fine, the dinner was amazing and everything loved the food you had cooked. George jokingly tried to take credit for the food but no one was having it. The conversations were following and there weren’t any awkward silences. Louise and Harold loved you and your mum and dad loved George.

first dog…

July 1963

You were walking down the street, hand in hand with George. He was wearing a disguise so when you looked over to him and saw his fake facial hair, glasses and hat you couldn’t help but giggle. George turned to you and caught you staring and laughing, he stuck out his tongue and you laughed, even more, when you saw his fake facial hair stick onto his tongue.

“Not funny,” he muttered but you could see a hint of a smile on his expression.

“If you say so.” you smile at him and he squeezes your hand. You squeezed back before looking forward again. Something to your right catch your eyesight, you turn to look at whatever caught your eyesight and melt. “DOGS!” you exclaimed as you let go of George and pressed yourself against the window.

A small group of beagles is barking up at you but one of them caught your attention. The small pup is at the back playing with his toy and rolling around. You feel as though your heart is melting and look up to your boyfriend. “Geo! Pleaseeeee!” you beg.

“Please what?” he asks even though he knows your answer, he kneels next to you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Can we get a dog?” you ask him with the best puppy eyes you can form, something Paul taught you.

“yn you have to use your eyes, they are perfect for puppy eyes, will get you anything you want.” Paul had told you, you then proceeded to learn how to perfect your technique, that took you an entire afternoon. Whenever George, or Ringo or John, would walk past his room they would be extremely confused. You both sat with your legs crossed on the bed in front of each other making faces at each other.

“Fine,” George said, you cheered and stood up with him. You wrapped your arms around him and smiled onto his shoulder. He hugged you back and followed you into the shop, you heard the little bell ring and a woman appeared from behind the counter.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“We would like to get a dog, that small beagle at the back,” you said while pointing towards the puppy.

“Okay.” she went over to the area they were in and picked him up. “This one?” she asked while she handed you the dog.

“Yes please.” you took him in your hands and cradled him while George went over to pay. The small pup finally let go of the toy, it fell between you and him, and went to lick your face. George asked you a couple of questions of what to buy and once you gave him your opinion he bought them. “He’s so cute!” you told George as you left the store.

“Yes, yes he is,” he said as he kissed the dog’s snout.

“What should we name him?” you asked. “Oh my God, what about George!”

“George?” he asked thinking you were for real.

“Yes and you can be human George,” you said with a straight face, George playfully rolled his eyes at you and continued walking.

“Ha ha, very funny,” George said with a sarcastic laugh. “Martha?”

“George!”

“What? We can have the better Martha.” you jokingly scoffed at him and kissed the little pup.“LSD?” he whispered making your eyes go wide.

“George Harrison I will not name my dog or kid after a drug!” you said causing him to chuckle.

“Ben?” you shook your head. “Thor?” you looked at the dog and shook your head. That’s all you did on your way home, he would come up with a name and you would say no. “Why don’t you do it then?” George asked getting a bit annoyed, not at you especially (he could never get annoyed at you) but at the fact that they couldn’t name the puppy.

“Harold?” he asked as he took out his keys finally giving up.

“Harold?” you said as you looked at the puppy, he waggled his tail and licked the air. “Harold,” you confirmed.

“Perfect,” George said with a big smile before opening the door to let you both in.

first vacation

August 1963

“YN! YN! YN! YN! YN!” yelled George as he came running into the living room, you watched as he jumped around in front of you. He had just finished talking to someone on the phone so you guessed they must have said something.

“George? George? George? George? George?” you said repeating what he had done with your name.

“WE HAVE A HIT!” he screamed as bounced around, you jumped up and bounced with him.

“A HIT?” you asked with a massive smile on your face.

“A HIT!” George confirmed. “LOVE ME DO! AND BRIAN GOT US A HOLIDAY!”

“A HOLIDAY?” he nodded. “Where to?” you asked once you stop bouncing.

“The Bahamas, apparently he wants us to meet with some people there, but I want you to come.” he held your hands and watched as you face broke into a grin.

“Oh my God George, I would love to!”

The flight was in a week so you had enough time to tell your job you were going on a holiday, get clothes and be ready. You got summery clothes which included new swimming suits, short tops, short shorts, short skirts, short dresses and other things you saved just for George.

***

“Wow,” you said as you climbed onto the plane, Brian had gotten you a private jet and you were completely amazed. It had a bar and a dozen, comfortable seats. John had even brought Cynthia along so you weren’t going to get bored if George had to leave.

“We can sit over there.” George said as he led you to one of the ‘booths’. They had two sets of seats facing each other so it resembled a booth. All you could think while you sat down was ‘how are they paying for this’.

But that thought left when the plane took off. The flight wasn’t boring at all, you were either sleeping, reading or talking to George, John, Cynthia, Ringo, Paul or Brian and they all entertained you. When the plane finally landed it was night time, the flight was 12 hours after all. You were very tired but George held you up.

The hotel rooms looked amazing, it was a shared suite so all of you shared a living room, dining room and kitchen but you all had your individual rooms which all had access to the shared area. All you wanted to do was sleep. George helped you get changed and ready before he tucked you into the bed. “Night my love,” he whispered as you dozed off and he couldn’t help but gently laugh when you stuck out your arms so he could cuddle with you. George quickly got changed and ready and joined you in bed, holding you close until you fell asleep.

It took you all a while to get used to the new timings but in 2 days everything was fine. You had around a week with George before the meetings and whatnot started, so you enjoyed it. During the day you would dress in revealing dressed or short skirts to tease George, in turn, he would drag you back to your room every five minutes to fuck you senseless.

Today the six of you were going out for a hike to a secluded waterfall a local had told you about last night during dinner. You were very excited but you didn’t forget the fact you wanted to tease George. So you got ready that morning, you put on shorts and a tank top, nothing too special but you had a plan…

The six of you were halfway done with the hike when you put to work your plan. Cynthia was walking up first, in front of John, then there was you, George, Paul and Ringo. You stopped and called Cynthia so she would stop. “Is everything alright love?” asked George as he slightly panted.

“It’s really hot.” you pouted, you went over to George and made the best puppy eyes you could.

“I’m sorry love but there’s nothing I can do,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“True.” you were about to continue walking when you stopped. “But there’s something I can do.” you winked at him and very slowly took off your top to reveal your bikini, his eyes went wide and they didn’t leave your breasts and they slowly bounced out of your top. He was looking over the top of his sunglasses. You could feel Ringo’s and Paul’s eyes nailed on you but you didn’t mind. “Could you hold this for me?” you asked as you stuck out your hand with that the top was in.

“W-what?” George said shaking his head to clear it.

“Geo, could you hold this for me?” you innocently asked as you waved the tank top in front of him.

“S-sure.” he stuttered as he took it, you looked behind him and smiled at the guys. George turned around to see what you were looking and saw that his two friends were staring at you like hungry dogs. “You wankers! Look away!” George snapped angrily, you giggled and turned back around. You winked at Cynthia and she laughed before continuing. Luckily John wasn’t looking at you, he only had eyes for Cynthia.

Soon enough you reached the waterfall, you jumped excitedly making sure your boobs bounced. You felt three pairs of eyes looking at you but you only cared about one. “Let’s go swim!” you said. “George could you please get your friends to stop looking at my tits?” you asked innocently making John and Cynthia laugh, Ringo and Paul blush and George get angry.

“You fucking wankers, what did I fucking tell you?” George yelled as he chased them around. You laughed as Ringo and Paul ran away from George. You thought it was funny how scared they were of him even though he was the youngest. “Yeah, fucking run, you cowards!”

“Geo, come on,” you said making him stop, he took your extended hand and you pulled him close. “Could you put sunscreen on me?” you handed him the suncream, turned around and pulled your hair to the side. George gently massaged your back with the cream making you softly moan.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he growled into your ear.

“What do you mean Georgie?” you asked sweetly, he chuckled at your fake innocence. “Thanks!” you said before taking the suncream and shimming off your shorts. You leaned down, making sure George could see your ass, picked up the shorts and folded them neatly before placing them on top of a rock where everyone seemed to had put their stuff. You took out two towels from the bag George had brought and set them out for you two. “I’m going for a swim, okay?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance.

“No you’re not,” he said as he pulled you close to him by holding your hips. George licked his lower lip and looked down at you before pressing you against his boner. You gasped and he smirked. “You feel that, right?” you nodded. “You did this, now you fix it,” he ordered.

You slipped your left hand, since everyone was on your right (either in the water or sitting out), down his swimming suit. He gasped but maintaining eye contact as you began to pump your hand up and down his hard cock. You captured his lips with yours. Your other hand went up to his hair, you played with his hair as his hands slid under your ass to squeeze it.

“Are you close baby?” you whispered.

“Yes.” he panted, he wasn’t lying. After a few more pumps you felt his hot seed spill all over your hand.

You pulled your hand from his boxers and licked it clean. When you sucked on your fingers you were sure to make a “pop” noise as your finger slipped from your mouth. “Want to swim?” you asked. “Maybe I’ll do more to you,” you added before rushing to the edge of the lake but not before feeling George squeeze your ass.

“Cynthia!” you yell as you wave at her. She was with John leaning against the inside of the lake. John had his elbows leaning against the edge with one arm wrapped around Cynthia. You jumped into the water and swam over to them, making sure that when you emerged from the water your hair was slicked back.

“Hey yn.” she smiled when you were in front of her.

“Hey,” John added.

“Hey,” you respond, you hear another splash and know George has joined you but you don’t bother looking. You feel a pair of arms wrap around you, you turn your head to the side slightly to kiss George.

“Hey there,” he whispers in your ear.

“Hi,” you whisper back before turning to Cynthia and John. You start a conversation with them about the holiday.

“Oh yes, the rooms are lovely,” Cynthia said.

“The sheets are so soft,” you say and you’re about to add something else when you feel two fingers slip under your bikini’s bottom.

“What were you going to say, love?” George teased.

“Nothing.” you whimpered.

“Oh ok.” he innocently said. John and Cynthia gave you a weird look before continuing with the conversation.

“So, anyway, I was thinking that we could have dinner at this restaurant I read about,” Cynthia said just as George slipped inside of you two of his skinny, long, skilled fingers. You nod since you don’t trust your voice.

“Paul! Ringo!” George called out. “Why don’t you join us?” you muffled a moan with a cough and George knows exactly what’s going on. When Ringo and Paul join you George has three fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb is circling your clit. George’s left hand is on your stomach holding you up.

“Hey guys, whatcha talking about?” Paul asked as he looked around.

“This restaurant Cynthia read about,” John explained.

“Nice.” Paul nodded and joined the conversation with Ringo.

“Is everything okay yn?” Ringo asked when he saw your face.

“Y-yeap,” you said as quickly as you could seeing that everyone was looking now.

“She’s fine, right love?” George asked making you nod and fake a smile. Ringo shrugged it off and continued the conversation. It was taking everything in you not moan George’s name. “Should teach you not to tease me,” George growled in your ear.

“I’m so sorry daddy,” you whispered just so he could hear.

“Sorry won’t cut it,” George says as he moves away from the group, they don’t seem to notice and if they do then they don’t say anything. He moves you to the other side of the lake and leans against the wall. You’re close and he knows it.

“I’m close Mr Harrison.” you groan softly.

“Cum for me you little tease,” he says as he speeds up his movements. You let the pleasure wash over you as your walls clench around his fingers. You groan and his other flies to cover your mouth. “Don’t want them to know what we’re up to, right?” you nod and George continues with his movements as you cum all over his fingers. Once your orgasm is over he slips them out and licks them clean.

George flips you around so your legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses you and slides his arms around your waist and over your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forearms on his shoulders. “You’re so fucking hot. I just have to fuck you,” he growled making you shiver as he proceeds to pepper kisses all over you. “Do you think you can take my cock? Huh?” you nod once more and kiss his lips. “You’re such a pretty little girl. Now aren’t ya? But you’re also a tease and daddy doesn’t like that, because these tits-” he grabs each one. “-are mine, got it? Only for me, for me to suck on, for me to grab, for me to look, for me to cum on.” you shiver once more and nod frantically.

Your hand goes in between you so you could sink onto his cock but he slapped your hand away. “No touching, I’m in charge, got it?”

“Yes daddy,” you said.

“Good girl.” he took his cock out and wrapped his hand around his cock and lifted you with his free hand. Then he moved your bikini to the side and lined himself, you sunk down taking him all in. “Such a good girl.” he groaned once he was fully in. “Taking me in so well, you’re such a good girl for daddy, now aren’t ya?”

“Yes daddy, only for you,” you say as you begin to move, you place your hands on his back to steady yourself. With each movement, a wave of pleasure washed over you. George began to buck his hips upwards to hit a deeper angle.

“Shhh,” he said when you moaned.

“Is everything alright over there?” Cynthia called out, you went red but luckily George would cover for you.

“Yeah! She’s just a bit tired.” George lied, you mentally thanked him and kissed his shoulder.

“Do you want to head back?” she asked with a worried look on her face, you could feel them all look at you.

“Do you want to head back?” George asked you but he already knew the answer, and you knew he knew because of that smug look on his face.

“No, I’m good, just want to spend time with George!” you said turning around, you just wanted this to be over because you needed to move and you weren’t lying, you did want to spend time with George.

“Stop being so sappy!” teased John, you stuck out your tongue to him and returned to George. He was looking behind you and as soon as they all returned to the conversation he looked back to you.

“Come on baby girl, move,” he said as he lifted his thighs so you would move. You obeyed and began rocking your hips. When you began to get close George rubbed circles on your clit. “You still on the pill?” he groaned. “I’m ready to cum.”

“Yes, Geo, I am,” you said with a small giggle which was cut short by a soft, low moan. “And I’m ready too.” he quickened his pace and you clenched around his twitching dick. It only took a couple more movements for you to both cum at the same time. You leaned against his shoulder looking like a panting mess.

“Did you like that?” he said as he kissed your neck and jaw.

“Yes George, I loved it.” you giggled.

“Do you want to go back with the guys and Cynthia?” he asked, you felt him slip out and tuck himself back in making you whimper at the loss of contact. “You alright?” George asked when he heard the noise you made but as soon as he figured out why he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Miss my cock inside of you, huh?” he taunted.

“Oh shut it.” you rolled your eyes and began to swim away but George caught your foot and pulled you close.

“You’re not escaping me!” he said dramatically as he stood up and puffed his chest out even more dramatically. You squealed and giggled as George jumped up high and into the water to your right side. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you under the water where he began to press kisses all over you.

“I so am!” you said as soon as you emerged from the water. You swam as fast as you can away from him and back to the group. Cynthia had been watching you and was a laughing mess. “Agh!” you screamed as you felt George touch your leg but you managed to escape. You swam behind Paul and latched on to him and hid behind him making him laugh. George emerged from the water and began to look for you the way a father would look for his daughters during hide and seek.

“Have you guys seen yn?” George jokingly asked and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Nope.” lied Cynthia, her eyes wandering over to you.

“Neither have I,” John added.

“I ain’t no snitch,” Ringo said in a fake accent making you all laugh.

“Good luck finding her though.” Paul smiled at George and continued what he was doing earlier on. You didn’t see, or hear, it but George went under the water and swam behind you. It was too late when you noticed he was gone, you looked over Paul’s shoulder with a massive grin but it fell as soon as you noticed George wasn’t there.

“George?” you asked to the empty spot the used the be in. “Geo-” you were about to call out his name again when you felt two strong hands pull you away from Paul. “GEORGE!” you squealed as he dragged you away and planted a hundred kisses on your neck.

“What is it my love?” he asked as he laughed at your reaction. “I caught you.”

“Yes you did,” you said with a massive smile before turning around to wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you felt his arms slither around your was it and land on the small of your back. He smiled back at you, a smile so big you could see all his teeth. “You look like a vampire.”

“Maybe I am.” he joked with a mysterious smirk.

“Oooooooo, I’m so scared! But you wouldn’t hurt me, right?” you joke as you look down on him. He picked you up and pushed you up so his mouth is by your stomach. George kissed your stomach making you giggle.

“Of course I wouldn’t, I’ll always protect you, my love, because I love you so much.”

“Wish I could say the same.” you teased, he dropped you so your faces were at the same level and you squealed. “I’m only joking, I love you too,” you said with a smile.

“Stop being so sappy!” John said again.

“John leave them alone.” Cynthia scolded at her boyfriend.

“To be young and in love.” Ringo sighed as he fell back and floated on the water, you turned around while sitting holding onto George.

“Oh Ringo I love you too,” you said making him flash you a goofy grin.

“What about me?” Paul asked with a fake pout.

“Of course I love you too Paulie,” you told him with another smile.

“And me?” Cynthia asked joining in on the joke.

“And you Cynthia.”

“And me?” John asked with a cheeky grin.

“Well not you Johnny, sorry,” you answered with an equally cheeky grin.

“yn!” he scoffed faking being hurt.

“I’m only joking John, I love you too and I love you all,” you said as you waved your hand around.

“But you love me most, right?” George asked as he pushed you upwards so he could get your attention.

“I dunno…” you faked being deep in thought and grabbed your chin with your index finger and thumb. “It’s a tie.” you finally said.

“Between who and who?” asked Ringo as he stood back up.

“George…” you trailed off after moving George’s fringe from his face.

“And?” prompted Paul.

“And Harold,” you said with a smile that matched George’s.

“Harold?” John asked with a shocked tone.

“You prefer a dog over me?” asked Cynthia.

“He’s my kid!” you protest.

“Oh please, he’s a dog!” Paul said before shaking his head.

“Next time don’t ask.” you snap.

“But I’m your third favourite, right?” asked Ringo gaining everyone’s attention.

“What? No! It’s me!” Paul protested.

“You’re all my favourites.” you laughed at how far they were taking this. “Lets move on, okay?” they nodded reluctantly and a grinning George took you back to the group. You let go of him and swam around so you could latch onto his back.

At lunchtime you all got out to have the lunch you had packed and once more George cashed Ringo and Paul around for looking at you for too long. John and Cynthia found it amusing but you found it sweet. He finally came back with Ringo and Paul by his side and they both apologised to you but you didn’t really care.

“It’s fine lads, now lets eat, please,” you said as you patted your side so George could sit next to you. He sat next to you, crossed his legs and leaned over to you to kiss your cheek.

The lunch went by quickly and after everything was eaten (mostly by George), cleaned up and packed you all decided to take some photos for memories before heading back to the hotel. George took out his camera and started taking shots of you, you were a bit shy at first but when you warmed up you started doing funny poses making him laugh.

He did manage to get some shots of you off guard, of you looking at someone else and laughing at their joke, of you looking at nothing specifically, of you looking beautiful. George even got one of you jumping into the water, swimming and getting out. Of your hot body (his words) dripping with water.

“George!” you scolded when you saw him take more pictures.

“What? I want photos of my hot girlfriend,” he said as he shrugged and continued taking photos.

“If I see anyone with those I will steal your cigarettes and ban you from sex for a week, got it?” you snapped lowly at him.

“Love, don’t you know I don’t like sharing?” he smirked.

The rest of the holiday was spent doing fun activities until George and the guys had to go to meetings. He would leave early in the morning and come back at night leaving you and Cynthia alone but you didn’t seem to mind at all, it was actually pretty fun having out with Cynthia. You two would hike, sit and read by the pool, explore and do whatever activities were available in the hotel.

One day you were laying by the pool tanning with Cynthia when the sun suddenly disappeared, you scrunched up your eyebrows and opened your eyes. “The sun disappe- George!” you said once your eyes were open.

“Hi love, just finished my last meeting.” he went around the sunbed and kneeled by your side.

“Last meeting?” you repeated as though you didn't believe it, to your side John and Cynthia were talking.

“Yeap, I’m all yours now,” he said with a wink.

“All mine?” you repeated as you smirked, hundreds of dirty thoughts went to your brain.

“Do you want to get out of here?” George whispers after he leaned close to you. You nodded and followed George out of the pool.

Lets just say you definitely enjoyed the rest of the holidays.

But your favourite part had to be the last day when your whole life changed…

“I have a special dinner planned for you tonight and today you’re going to a spa with Cynthia, okay?” was the first thing George said to you the morning before the last day.

“What?” you asked your rubbed your eyes.

“I have a special dinner planned-” George began to repeat.

“Yes, I heard you but why don’t you come with me?” you sat up and stretched, George was by the bathroom’s door watching you. “Not that I don’t want to go with Cynthia, of course not.” you quickly added making George chuckle, he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you.

“I still have some things to do, but I’ll see you tonight.”

After getting ready you met with Cynthia in the lobby. It was a very fun and relaxing day. First up was a massage, which was amazing. Then you went to get a mani-pedi and lastly, you went to get your hair done. You had no idea what was in store for you because George had planned the day but you enjoyed it all.

You and Cynthia spent the whole day giggling and gushing over your boyfriends. You told her stories of your relationship with George and she did the same but with John.

“George sounds adorable,” Cynthia said as you got your nails done.

“He is!” you thought of all your moments with George and blushed. “He’s so nice and kind and gentle.” well not during sex you thought. “And I melted when he let me stay over at his when my heater broke, all the guys are lovely.”

When the day was done Cynthia dragged you to a shop in the hotel and practically forced you to buy a fancy dress. “For dinner tonight! Didn’t Geo said it was going to be fancy?” she said as she shoved dresses onto you and pushed you to the changing room.

She was right, he did say that and you had nothing that you would wear to a fancy dinner. In the end, you bought a nice, short, silver dress and a matching pair of heels. Once you had paid for everything you said goodbye to Cynthia and went to your room expecting to see George there but all you found was a note on your bed.

“Hey there love, get ready and head down to the reception.” you read before going to get ready. You slipped on the dress and put your heels on and went downstairs to the reception of the hotel. There you saw Paul wearing a suit and a big smile.

“Hey yn, you look stunning,” he said, his arm extended.

“Thank you, Paul, is this all part of George’s plan?” you asked after looping your arm with his.

“Yes, now come this way.” Paul led you through the reception and out of the hotel then he went down a stone path and through a couple of low hanging trees. Finally, you reached a small and secluded area next to a river, there was a round table set with candles. “Here we are,” he said as he let go of you, you smiled at him, thanked him and kissed him goodbye before walking to the table.

You heard voices behind you and turned around to see what was going on, George was thanking Paul. When he saw you he smiled and walked over to you to kiss you. He pulled out a chair for you and helped you sit down before walking over to the other side and sitting down.

“Did you enjoy your day?” George asked you.

“Yeah.” you were still shocked by all of this, you were about to open your mouth about when a waiter appeared (it seemed like he appeared out of nowhere) and served you both wine, you thanked him and he left.

“What were you going to say?” George set his hand over yours and you looked back at him.

“You did all this for me?”

“Of course, I would do anything for you yn. I love you so much.” he smiled.

“Aww, George…” you leaned over to kiss him. “I love you too, I love you so much.”

A couple of waiters came over and set down food, your favourite food in fact. You looked up to George and saw his massive grin, he sure was in for a treat later on… The dinner went by quickly, way too quickly for either of your likings but that’s what happens when you’re having fun. When dessert came, also your favourite, things slowed down.

“This was all delicious,” you said after eating the last piece of (your favourite dessert).

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” George was smiling, smiling so much you thought he was going to rip his face.

“What is it Geo?” you asked.

“I need to ask you something.”

“Okay, shoot.” you were a bit taken back, what was he going to ask? George stood up and walked over to your side, he kneeled down on the floor and took something out of his pocket, what was he doing? “George-” but as soon as you saw the diamond inside the box you shut up, your eyes went wide and on of your hands flew to your open mouth.

“yn yln.” he started and you were already in tears. “I love you so much, I love you so much that you can’t even comprehend, you’re the love of my life, you’re it for me and I guess I knew since the moment I met you. There you were sitting alone in The Cavern being hit on by John.” you both laughed at the memory. “I know we haven’t been dating for a year yet but I’m so sure. So now back to my question, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, George!” you exclaimed as you stood up, George slipped the ring onto your finger and stood up with you. He picked you up and spun you around as he kissed you.“Are you sure though?” you asked him he set you down, he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you close, you rested your hands on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a confused look.

“I mean…” you looked down and sighed. “I mean are you sure you want me? You’re on your way to fame, I know it, and you could have any girl, are you sure you want me?”

“yn… I meant it when I said you’re it for me. And I’m sure, I’m so sure.” he chuckled. “Please don’t think that.”

***

“He did it?” asked Ringo as he stood up, you two had finally returned to the hotel and they were waiting in the kitchen of the hotel room. You smiled and stuck out your finger where the ring was, Cynthia rushed over to you and squealed before inspecting your finger.

“Oh my God George, it’s massive!” she said.

A smug smirk formed in George’s face. “Like my coc-” George began but he didn’t finish the sentence because you slapped his shoulder. “Ouch woman!”

“George! No one cares about your cock.” you scolded.

“Not what you said last night,” George said making John, Ringo and Paul howl with laughter.

“GEORGE!” you snapped as you pushed him away, you looked back at your finger and looked at the diamond, Cynthia was still looking at it.

“It’s beautiful.” she gushed.

“It really is,” you said, George smiled at your reaction.

“Now tell me everything.” Cynthia dragged you to the couch and sat you down.

“Congratulations man,” Ringo said as he placed his hand on George's shoulder making him fall forward a little bit.

“Thank you,” George answered.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” Paul said.

“Me too,” added John as they gathered around him.

“Thank you guys, thank you all.”

“Now, who’s going to be the best man?”

first anniversary… September 1963

You woke up early that morning in September, you had been looking forward to this for weeks now, it was your first anniversary. You expected to find George fast asleep by your side but obviously, he had different plans. When you rolled over to look at George you found an empty spot. A wave of fear rushed over you, had he gone to the studio?

But that fear left as quickly as it came because just then George came into the room, he was wearing just his pyjama bottoms and carrying a tray full of food. This bitch, he had stolen your idea! But how could you be mad? He looked so adorable as he walked over to you very concentrated with not dropping anything.

“yn, you’re awake!” he said when he looked up to you.

“George… You shouldn’t have, I wanted to this for you,” you said as you sat up, he set the tray on top of you and helped you put pillows behind you.

“I know, I saw you set an alarm last night.” George smiled and you looked over to your alarm clock, it was long past the time it was meant to go off.

“Did you turn it off?” you asked.

“Yeap, I want you to enjoy this. After all, I have to take care of my fiancé,” he said and with the last word he wiggled his hips.

“You're so silly, now come join me.” you laughed as he went over to your side and joined you in bed.

“Do you like it?” George asked nervously. You looked up from your food and smiled.

“Of course, I love anything you do,” you said before you kissed him. “And thank you so much.”

“My pleasure.”

You finished your breakfast pretty quickly, with help from George of course, and once you were done George picked up the tray and took it to the kitchen to clean up. While you waited for him you decided to give him one of the surprises you had ready for him. Hidden in your wardrobe was a black, lace teddy with a low cut. You quickly changed into it, made the bed and laid back down.

“yn time for-” George stopped as soon as he saw you laid out on the bed wearing what you were wearing.

“What were you saying?” you sat up and crawled over to the end of the bed before getting up and kneeling. He walked over to you, his eyes dark with lust and lips curled into a smug smirk.

“Nothing, now what is this?” he asked, his hands went to your sides pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled.

“This?” you asked. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing you don’t mind me ripping it off you, right?”

“George Harrison you better not rip this off me!” you snapped making him slightly chuckle. “Do you have any idea how much this cost?”

“I’m sorry love, I’ll take good care of it,” he said as he began kissing you, his kisses moved down, down your jaw, down your neck, down your breasts. He was about cup one when you stopped him.

“Geo.” you moaned. “Stop.”

“Stop?” that was new, you always loved whatever he did. “Did I do something wrong?” his confidence seemed to vanish and you felt horrible.

“What? No! But today is for you, okay? You made me breakfast and now it’s my turn to please you.” you explained and just like that his confidence came back.

“My pretty girl wants to please me?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed.

“Yes daddy, I want to please you,” you answered, you spun him around and pushed him onto the bed.

“What am I going to do?” George had that same smug smirk on his face, he placed his hands behind his head as though he was at the beach. You crawled over to him, making sure he could see your cleavage, and pulled down his pyjama bottoms. He was already hard and his dick sprung out and hit his stomach.

“Already so hard?” you teased.

“What do you except, if you were something like that…” he said.

You laughed at his repose and took him in your hand, you pumped his dick a couple of times before kissing the tip. He shuddered at the contact-making you smirk, you and only you had this effect on him. “Don’t get cocky,” George warned when he noticed your smirk. “Or do you want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week?” your eyes widened at his dirty talk.

“Yes, I do,” you answered quite boldly, he was about to flip you over when you pressed your hands onto his chest. “But not quite yet.” you tutted and lowered your head, you flipped your hair to the side and looked up to George as you slipped his dick into your mouth.

“Oh my- yn…” he moaned as you took him all in, your tongue swirled around his cock making his hips snap forward pushing himself deep down your throat. Normally you would have gagged but you forced yourself not to. “yn, you- you take me in so well, don’t you? You didn’t even gag, what a good girl.”

Your eyes were watering slightly and your mascara, which you had applied for this, was running down your cheeks just like George liked it. He was more than ready to cum but he held on. His hands went to your hair to guide your movements, your mouth went up and down his dick and you hollowed your cheeks.

You played with his balls and wrapped your hand around whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth and squeezed it. George was still looking at you deep in your eyes, his mouth hanged open a little bit as moans escape it. His head fell back when it all became too much and he pushed your head down on himself.

“I’m close baby.” he moaned making you hum, the vibrations pushed him even closer. “I’m so clo-” but George couldn’t finish that sentence, hot ribbons of cum spilt down your throat, you continued moving your head up and down sucking him through his orgasm. He tapped your head twice and you lifted your head, a trail of cum joining your mouth and the tip of his cock.“You- You look so hot right now.” he panted, you innocently wiped your mouth with the back of your and crawled over to you. You straddle him and slowly rocked your core onto his cock.

“Really?” you sweetly asked.

“Really,” he confirmed as his hands went to your hips to guide you. “Why don’t we take this off?” George asked.

“Why don't you?” he laughed at your response and unzipped the back of the lingerie all while you continued riding him. George slowly slipped the teddy off and you lifted yourself so you could fully take it off. “Wow.”

“Eyes are up here Geo,” you said with a serious tone.

“Yeap but mine are on your tits.” he shrugged before leaning forward to kiss them, he wrapped his lips around one and massaged the other one. After taking turns, and leaving you a moaning mess, he moved back up to your lips. “Glad they were down there?” George asked.

“Oh shush,” you said before lifting yourself and lining his cock to your entrance. Slowly you lowered yourself, a moan escaping your lips the further down you went. “Oh my God.”

“George is just fine.” teased George as he began to move your hips.

“Shush.” you rolled your eyes at him and began to move a bit faster. George had a pained look on his face, you knew he loved being in charge and you loved it too but you wanted to try it, just this once. You rolled your hips, moving up and down and so did your tits.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” George complimented. “Ready to cum?” he laughed when he felt your walls clench around him, you nodded and arched your back when he hit that one spot. “Come on baby, cum for me, cum around my cock.” George lifted one of his hands from your hips and put it on your back to pull you close. Your bodies touched and your lips joined just as you let loose.

“Don’t stop!” you moaned as you orgasmed, George sure as hell wasn’t going to stop. When he heard your pretty moans he joined you with your orgasm.

“Oh my- Baby you’re amazing but we’re not done,” George said as you laid on his chest.

“We better not be,” you warned and squealed when he flipped you over without slipping out.

“Sure as hell not, now it’s my turn to please you and I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week,” George growled as he began to thrust into you. With each movement, you let a high pitched, sweet moan. He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. The room was filled with skin on skin noises, moans and creaking from the bed and you were sure the neighbours were going to file a complaint (if they hadn’t already).

“George, I’m close.” you squeaked as he continued to relentlessly smash into you.

“Me too love,” he growled, your walls clenched around his cock once more and after a couple more snaps of his hips you came. “You feel so good, so tight around my co-” George shut his eyes, he was close. “I’m close.” he continued pounding into you but his movements got sloppier and you felt him cum in you once more.

He slipped out of you and you shivered at the loss of contact. George stepped back to watch as his cum dripped out of you. You propped yourself up on your shoulders to look at him. “George, I hope you’re not done,” you said.

“Sure as hell not,” he responded. “Turn around, on your knees and hands.” you obeyed his orderers and sighed as he slipped back in but that sigh was short-lived, George continued to go into you and he hit a new angle. You cried out his name in pleasure.

“Oh my George.”

“That’s better.” he joked, you would have slapped him but he was too far away.

“Move!” you pleaded, he gripped onto your hips harshly, his fingers digging deep surely leaving marks behind, and started to move. You groaned at each thrust and so did he. You were so sensitive from your last orgasm that you were ready to cum and when you told George so he continued slamming into you. With each deep hit, you were pushed further to the edge and soon enough you were seeing stars.

George continued and held you up as you rode you through your orgasm. He pounded into you a couple more times and joined you with your orgasm, he felt as though he were floating around in ecstasy (so don’t! stop! me! now!). Slowly his movements decreased and he collapsed on your side. To your dismay, he slipped out making you feel empty but he made it up to you by wrapping an arm around you and sticking on to you.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and planning the wedding, both your mother and his wanted to go dress shopping with you and it was all getting too much. There were way too many people nagging you with wedding details and chilling with George and planning it was exactly what you needed. And of course, there was more sex, so much you could barely walk which sucked because you had dinner with the guys that night.

“Is everything okay with yn?” asked Cynthia when you came in lipping and holding onto George.

“Yeap, everything’s fine, just fell,” you grunted as George set you down with a little snicker, you slapped him as discretely as you could.

“You better be careful around your wedding day,” Cynthia warned you.

“Yes Cynthia, I’m careful,” you assured her, George sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh. “Don’t you fucking dare move that closer to me,” you whispered.

“I would never!” George said, what a lie. Around 20 minutes into the dinner his hand started to move closer to you, more specifically your core. You gasped as his fingers hovered about your heat and started feeling that familiar knot forming.

“George,” you warned without breaking eye contact with Paul.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.

“Stop- stop it.”

“Stop what?” George teased.

“If you’ll excuse me I’m going out for a smoke,” you announced much louder and stood up. You marched out of the room the restaurant had provided you six for privacy.

“I guess I’ll go too,” George said as he too stood up.

“George don’t fuck!” John called out, George flipped him off and followed you out.

“We better fuck,” George growled in your ear once you were out of ear-shot.

“No, I’m going out for a smoke. If you want to cum you have your hand.” you kissed his cheek and stepped outside where you lit a cigarette with a proud, satisfied smirk on your face.

“yn!” complained George. “Please?”

“No, I could barely walk here and I think we need to lay off the sex until the wedding.” what a lie, you would never do that.

“What?!”

“You heard me Geo, no more sex until the wedding.” you took a drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke out. He took a cigarette out for himself and lit it.

“Fine.” he huffed.

“Fine,” you repeated.

After finishing your cigarette you left George and went back in. The rest of the dinner went by pretty smoothly. When dessert came John insisted he should make a toast. He stood up and tapped his glass with his fork, even though he already had everyone's attention.

“Here’s to me!” he said as he raised his glass.

“To you?” you asked as you lowered your glass.

“Yes, because if it wasn’t for me George would have never gone up to you,” John explained with a big smile. “You see, I ‘flirted’ with you because I knew George liked you.” he continued.

“Liked you? More like loved you.” Paul added, you turned to George who was blushing like mad.

“Yes, loved you, everything was yn this, yn that and when he didn’t know your name it was that pretty girl this, that pretty girl that,” Ringo said.

“Really Geo?” you teased as you poked his sides.

“Oh shush.”

“Anyways, if it weren’t for me he wouldn’t have gone up to you and talked to you, so you’re welcome,” John said before sitting down.

“What a lie, I would have eventually gone to her,” George said.

“Sure Geo, whatever you say.” John rolled his eyes and drank his drink.

wedding… March 1964

You looked into the store’s mirror and patted down the dress. It was beautiful, it truly was but it wasn’t you. You shook your head making your mum, George’s mum, Cynthia, and the other people you brought along groan. “Isn't that the tenth one?” asked Cynthia.

“Yes but it just doesn’t feel like me!”

“It’s fine love, you’ll find your own one.” the store’s worker said as she helped you get off the little stand. You smiled weakly at your guests before going back into the changing room. The lady helped you out of the dress and you slipped on your robe.

“Is it okay if I check out some dresses by myself?”

“Of course darling.” you thanked her before slipping out of the chaining room and wandering through the store. You flipped through what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of dresses but found nothing, maybe you should come alone or with someone else? The boys popped into your mind, they would be a great help. “Found anything?” asked the lady when you came back in.

“No but I think I’ll come back tomorrow with another set of eyes,” you explained. “Just don’t tell them,” you added as you pointed at the girl's direction.

“No worries, your secret is safe with me.”

“What are you doing dress in your clothes?” your mum said when you came into where they were.

“I didn’t find anything so maybe I’ll come back alone.”

You headed back home after saying goodbye to everyone. When you came inside George was there with the rest of the guys, just what you needed. You could ask them now to come with you.

“Got the dress?” asked George when he heard you come in. Something changed in you, when you saw him with that big, excited smile all you wanted to do was cry and that’s what you did. “Aw love why are you crying?” he said as he engulfed you in a hug.

“I- I don’t have a dress!” you cried and heard three sets of footsteps come up to you.

“What's wrong with yn?” Ringo asked when he saw George wrapped around you, your head was hidden by his arms. You cuddled further into his chest and let out another sob.

“I don’t know, she just said she doesn’t have a dress,” George said with a very confused tone.

“yn don’t cry, you’ll find one,” Paul said in a soft voice.

“Yeah… but whenever I come out with one everyone is stressing me,” you explain as you lift your head.

“Then go alone,” Ringo said.

“Well… I was thinking maybe you guys could come with me.”

“Us?” Paul asked excitedly.

“But I’m not meant to see the dress till the wedding day.”

“Well, not you George, just John, Paul and Ringo.”

“Oh so you don’t want me there,” George said with a fake hurt tone.

“George!” you groaned.

“I’m only messing with you.” he leaned down and kissed you before wiping your tears away. “Better?” you nodded and followed him into the living room.

“So when are we going?” asked John.

“Tomorrow? Is that okay with all of you.” you looked around as they all nodded.

With them it was much better, each time you stepped out they complimented the hell out of you but when you announced that you didn’t like it they started throwing insults at the dress. “Didn’t even like it!” yelled John.

“Ew.”

“My eyes hurt!” Paul shielded his eyes and looked away making you laugh.

“Okay lads, I get it, you don't like the dress.” you laughed before returning to the changing room.

“Much better these three.” the lady, who also took care of you today, said.

“Yeap.”

You tried around 10 more dresses but the 11th was definitely the one. When you stepped out all the boys fell silent, they (and you) were completely speechless. The dress had an a-line skirt and a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps holding the dress up and it had a really long train. The skirt flowed around you and when you twirled around you felt like a ballerina.

“This is it!” you declared with a massive smile.

“It’s perfect yn,” Paul said after closing his mouth.

“It really is,” Ringo added.

“George is going to get a boner during the wedding.” joked John, you turned around and tried to narrow your eyes at him but you were laughing along with the others.

“Oh shut up!” you managed to say between laughs.

“Everyone having fun?” asked the lady who was kindly helping you, you nodded and your eyes widened when she came with a beautiful, long veil. “May I?” you nodded again and lowered your head so she could clip it on you. “You look stunning, he’s a very lucky guy.”

“Thank you,” you said and you couldn’t help but blush. You looked back to the mirror and saw your three best friends behind you smiling nearly as much as you were.

“Too lucky.” teased John.

“Way too lucky, how did he even get a girl like you?” Paul asked as he sat back, you looked over at John who had a massive smile on his face, you perfectly knew what he was going to say.

“Don’t you dare Lennon!” you warned with a stren finger pointed at him

“IT’S BECAUSE OF ME!” he began completely ignoring your warning, if you weren’t a dress and you would have ran after him but you were so all you could do was throw a shoe at him (which he unfortunately dodged).

***

The night before the wedding you and George decided to go to the hotel where you were going to hold the wedding. The hotel was far from the city and hanging off a cliff with amazing views into the sea, you had planned to have it next to a massive window that overlooked the sea. You and George planned to stay in different rooms but at around 3 am you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Yes?” you called out.

“You're still awake?” it was George.

“Wait a minute, I’ll hide the dress.” you closed the wardrobe’s door and opened the door. His hair was all messy and he was only wearing his long, pyjama bottoms, damn he looked hot.

“Hi.” he sheepishly said as he rubbed his eyes with his palm.

“Hi.” you replied before stepping aside so he could come in. When you closed the door and turned around you saw that George had jumped on your bed.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked as he patted the side next to him. You nodded and joined him, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close onto his chest.“Same here.” George said, he kissed your head and rubbed your sides making you feel sleepy.

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight,” he replied before falling asleep with you.

The day of the wedding was chaos, there were (what seemed like) hundreds of people rushing in and out of your room helping you get ready. You slipped on your dress and heels before sitting in front of the mirror to get your hair and makeup ready. You opted for a natural, nude makeup look and for your hair you had to strand of hair loosely tied at the back of your head. By 11am you were ready and it was your bridesmaid’s turn.

By midday you were getting stressed, was this what you should do? Was it too early? Was he sure he wanted to marry you? Was this all just one big mistake that you’ll both regret in less than a year? A billion worrying thoughts were drowning you and you felt like crying, you need George and you needed him now.

“Mum!” you cried from your room, immediately your mum, George’s mum and Cynthia rushed into the room, when they say you on the brink of tears they rushed to help you.

“yn, darling, what’s wrong?” your mum asked.

“I- I need George.” you sniffed.

“George? But he can't see you in the dress, not yet.” Cynthia said.

“Please, I’ll go in the wardrobe.” they all looked at each other and nodded.

“We’ll go get him,” Louise whispered, she kissed your head before they all left in search for your future husband.

They ran down the corridor, went to the lift and into George’s room. He was sat on the sofa with Paul, Ringo and John laughing at something John had just said. When he saw his mum, future mum-in-law and Cynthia rush in with worried looks he practically jumped up.

“What’s wrong? Is it yn? What is it? Did she run away? What-” he began shooting questions at the three of them.

“Maybe if you shut up we’ll tell you.” Cynthia snapped earning a snicker from John.

“Sorry, tell me,” George said.

“She just started crying and said she needed you.” your mum explained.

“Did she say why?” George asked as he walked over to them.

“No, just ‘I need George’,” Cynthia said, he nodded and rushed out the room. George pressed the lift’s button a hundred times before hopping in and waiting for the girls to come in. Cynthia pressed the floor’s button, the ride was way too long for George.

“yn?” asked George as he softly knocked on the door.

“George?” you rushed to the door and pressed yourself against it.

“Hi there, is everything alright?”

“No, can you come in?”

“But I can’t see your dress, can’t I?”

“Can’t you wrap something around your eyes?” you heard some shuffling and the door opened. George had his handkerchief over his eyes. “Do want anything bigger?” you laughed.

“Yes please.” you kissed his cheeks and went over to the bathroom where you got out a towel and wrapped it around his eyes.

“Better?”

“Much.” he laughed and reached out for your hand, you took it and went closer to him. “Now, what’s troubling you?” George asked.

“Lets sit down.” you led him to the couch and gently sat him down before sitting down next to him. “It’s just… are you sure?” you saw his bushy eyebrows scrunch up from over the towel.

“What do you mean?” he nervously chuckled.

“Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“This again?” George asked with a softer laugh.

“Yes George, now answer me.”

“I am, I’m one hundred, no, one thousand, no, one million, no, one billion, no, one trillion percent sure.” you fell silent and smiled at him. “And you…?” he asked when you didn’t say anything.

“Me? I’m more than sure.”

“Okay thank God, I don’t want you getting cold feet.” he rubbed your knuckles and lifted your hands to kiss them. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you.”

“Neither can I.”

“You’re so perfect, mesmerising, amazing, smart, kind, precious- Well I could be here all day telling you what’s good about you.” you blushed and his remark.

“And you too Geo, have I ever told you how hot you are? And how talented, sweet, soft, cute, intelligent, generous and overall perfect you are?”

“Aw stop it you’re making me blush.” he joked, you laughed and leaned in to hug him. George rubbed your back as softly as he could and kissed the top of your head. “Everything better now?”

“Much,” you said repeating his earlier words.

“Lets get married then.”

***

You got your makeup fixed and after a quick lunch, you headed downstairs. The hall were everything was being held was slowly filling up, you were waiting in a room to the side so no one could see you. Cynthia, your mum, Louise and your bridesmaids where all with you. A little while later, John, Ringo and Paul came into the room. John went to Cynthia to pepper her with kisses.

“Everyone here?” you asked as nerves filled you up.

“Full house,” Ringo said with a big smile.

In the end, Paul and John were going to both be best man since George knew Paul the longest and John ‘helped them get together’. Ringo was going to be officiating the wedding and was also going to be best man, the third-best man (something you and George mad up while being very, extremely drunk on vodka).

“Last person to come out is you,” Paul said. “JOHN GET OFF CYNTHIA- Sorry yn I’ll be right back. JOHN!” you watched as Paul ran behind you to tear John and Cynthia apart.

“Sorry,” they mumbled but all you did was laugh.

“Lets go then.”

Ringo left first and went to stand at the altar. Then went Paul with one of your bridesmaid, John and Cynthia, Stuart (who George insisted you invite) with another bridesmaid and Pete (who George also wanted to invite) with the last bridesmaid. Your dad came into the room just as your mum was leaving, he smiled down at you and stuck out his arm.

“Ready?” he said.

“Ready,” you confirmed as you looped your arm with his. The room’s doors opened revealing the white carpet you were to walk down. In the end, there was George with his back to you, to his sides were your bridesmaid and the groomsmen. Paul, Ringo and John all looked at you and smiled, you looked so beautiful. Behind Ringo there was a massive window with amazing views to the sea, waves crashed against the side of the cliff and you could hear the wind blowing.

“Can I look now?” George asked nervously but Ringo didn’t hear. “Ringo! Can I look?”

“What- Yeah, you can look,” Ringo said before looking back at you. George closed his eyes and breathed in and out before opening them again and turned around. When he caught sight of you he nearly cried, you look absolutely stunning with your white dress. The sun behind him was shining onto you making you look even more like an angle (something George didn’t think was possible).

You smiled when you noticed his stare and he smiled back, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, so big you thought he would rip, the smile looked just like yours. When you reached the altar you kissed your dad goodbye and went to stand in front of George. He took your hands in yours, the smiles never leaving either of your faces.

Ringo began talking but neither of you was listening. George was staring deep into your eyes and it looked like he was looking right at your soul. “Hi,” he whispered, barely opening his mouth.

“Hi,” you answered.

“You look beautiful,” he told you as a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry,” you said just as quietly as he had.

“Too late.” he laughed and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“George?” Ringo repeated pulling you both out of your trance.

“Sorry?” George asked as he wiped a tear out of his face earning a laugh from the whole room

“Do you?”

“Do I what?” another laugh.

“Just say I do,” Ringo said as he shook his head, you joined the crowd’s laughter.

“I do.”

“And you yn? Do you yn yln, take George Harrison to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”

“I do,” you said without tearing your eyes from George.

“You may kiss the bride,” announced Ringo as he took a step back.

George slammed his lips into yours, his hands went to your back pulling you close, the guys weren’t lying, he did get a boner. Your hand went to his hair, lacing your fingers with his brown locks. Cheers and whistles erupted around you two, you finally pulled away when you could no longer breathe and smiled at George.

“We did it,” told your husband.

“Yes, we did.”

The guests moved to another room where the party was being held. Less than a dozen round tables were scattered around a dance floor. You watched as other guests went to sit down. Your parents, George’s and your siblings went to sit at one table while you, George, John, Paul, Ringo and Cynthia went to sit on your own, George’s hand not leaving yours

Cynthia sat next to you and you two immediately started talking about the wedding. “It was so perfect yn! The way you both cried when you saw each other made me cry.”

“Yeah, she wouldn’t stop crying,” John said as he shook his head.

“Shut up John. Anyways, it was so beautiful and when George didn’t hear Ringo. That was hilarious.”

“I was too busy looking at yn.” George genuinely said, you smiled and leaned over to kiss him.

“Lets go say hit to the guests before dinner.” you and George said goodbye to your table before going around (still hand-in-hand) to say hi to everyone. They all congratulated you and gushed over how cute and adorable you both looked as a couple. After greeting everyone and thanking everyone you went back to your table.

The food came along and George was very glad it did, he was starving. For the rest of the dinner he just ate and ate, he even stole food from your plate. “What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine,” he claimed when you told him off. When dessert came along John stood up to give his toast and you already felt yourself get red. What on earth was he going to say?

“Hello there ladies and gentlemen.” he began as he raised his glass. “I just want to take full credit of this relationship.”

“Here we go again!” you groaned earning laughs from the crowd.

“I know, some of you.” he looked at you. “May be shocked or in denial, cough, yn, cough. But let me explain, it was September 1962 and yn here had been coming to The Cavern for months now just to watch us perform. Well more George.”

“LIES!” you called out.

“Shut up yn, this is my moment.”

“It’s my wedding!”

“My toast.”

“My wedding.”

“My toa-”

“Just continue John,” George said as the crowd’s laughter quieted down.

“Still my wedding,” you said under your breath.

“Still my toast.” he taunted and before you could say anything he proceeded. “Anyways, it was September 1962 and I, and Ringo and Paul.” the guys nodded. “Had enough. Every day it was yn this, yn that, did you see what yn wore? Did you see yn’s hair? Everything was yn.” you looked over at George who was staring at you with a loving smile.

“What am I meant to do if I see a pretty girl?” he said making the crowd aw.

“Save the sappy stuff for later. Anyways, we had enough so I decided to go up to yn and talk to her to get George jealous and it worked! So you’re welcome.”

“John, you’re never going to let this go, right?”

“Never,” he said still standing up.

“Fine, thank you,” you said as you rolled your eyes, his eyes lit up and a smile formed on his lips.

“YES! YES! To me! To John Winston Lennon! You’re welcome yn yln Harrison!” he raised his glass and so did the crowd.

“Care to dance with me?” asked George once all the speeches (one by Paul another by Ringo and the last by Cynthia) were over. You took his extended hand and he pulled you up. George led you to the middle of the empty dance floor and the band (that was at the back on the small make-shift stage) began playing “Put Your Head On My Shoulder”, your song, the song that played when you first met.

“Aw George, you remember?”

“Of course I do, I remember everything,” he said with a wink. George let go of your waist to twirl you around and slowly the dance floor started filling up. First came John and Cynthia, then both your parents joined in and then everyone else.

You had been dancing with George for a couple of songs when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw your dad with a sweet smile. “Is it okay if I steal her for a moment?” asked your dad to George.

“Not at all.” he let you go and went to sit on his chair, his legs slightly opened and his head on his hand with his elbow on the table.

“I’m so proud of you yn.” your dad said, you tore your eyes off George and smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, dad.”

“I truly am and he’s such a nice lad.”

“Thanks, dad.” you danced with him for the rest of the song and then for another one. Once the second song ended George’s dad came along and asked for a dance.

“Well hello there daughter-in-law,” he said as he twirled you around.

“Hello father-in-law,” you answered with a laugh.

“Enjoying everything? George been okay?”

“Yes, more than okay. He’s been great,” you said.

Next up came John, you saw Cynthia in the background talking to George. At least he wasn’t lonely. They seemed to be talking but every now and again he would look over to you.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked him as you arched an eyebrow.

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome for your relationship with him,” John stated.

“Oh my God John. You’re never stopping, aren’t you? I already said thanks.”

“I don’t care yn, you better still be thankful.”

“Thank God the songs over,” you said as soon as the song finished, he scoffed and kissed your cheek teasingly. You went over to George but before you could leave the crowd someone caught your hand and spun you around. You landed with your hands on his chest and his hands around your back.

“Hello there darling, enjoying yourself?” you looked up and saw Paul.

“Yes, you?”

“Very much so, a lot more now that I’m with you.” he winked at you, always flirty, even with the bride.

“Why thank you.”

“You look beautiful tonight.” Paul continued as he took you to the centre of the dance floor still holding you close. He moved the both of you side to side to the rhythm of the music.

“Thank you, Paul, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you replied before he spun you around. For the rest of the dance Paul just kept on complimenting you, so much that by the end of the song you were as red as a tomato. He kissed your hand and walked away before Ringo took you. The song with him was much more upbeat.

“You look stunning,” he said as you danced about.

“You do too, Rings.”

“You’re too nice.” you laughed at his silly dances moves and tried to copy them but your heels weren’t letting you shuffle your feet like he was. You did manage to get the hips and hands somewhat right. “You’re dancing is on point m’lady,” he said with a fake posh accent once the song ended.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you replied copying the accent and lowering yourself and slightly bowing.

You didn’t return to George until you had danced with pretty much every single male person in the room. You danced with Pete, Stuart, cousins and uncles you hadn't seen in ages, new cousins and uncles from George’s side, old school friends, George’s old school friends, your grandfather, George’s grandfather. Pretty much everyone.

Once you did you were exhausted, you fell onto the chair on George’s side and were glad to find he was alone. “Tough night?” he asked with a chuckle as you took off your heels.

“Yes.” you groaned.

“Here.” he tapped his lap, motioning you to put your feet there. When you did put them he began rubbing them making your head fall back and you groan.

“Jesus George, you have the best hands ever.”

“I know,” he said with a cheeky wink as you rolled your eyes at him. “I have a surprise for you,” George announced once he had finished with the massage.

“Thanks and what is it?” you said as you put your feet back in your heels.

“Come here.” he helped you stand up and waved his hand at the band. The main singer stood up and cleared his throat.

“Hello guests.” he started making everyone cheer. “Thank you, thank you. Now, Mr Harrison has a surprise for Mrs Harrison so if you could please step off the dance floor that would be great.” the crowd obeyed and slowly got off the dance floor. George led you there and sat you down on a chair that Paul had quickly placed there.

“What?” you looked around as George rushed to the stage, his friend Stuart handed him his guitar and he went to stand in front of the microphone. Ringo got behind the drum kit and took his drumsticks from the back of the stage, John got his own guitar and plugged it into the speaker, stood behind a microphone and looked over (just like Paul and George did) at Paul as he got his bass and did the same.

“Hello everyone.” they cheered once more. “Erm, this is a song for yn and it's called Something.” the crowd, and you, clapped as he stepped back slightly and fidgeted with the microphone. Once he had it like he wanted it to he looked back at his friends and nodded before turning back to the microphone, strumming the guitar and counting them in.

“Three two one!” a soft rhythm began to play and the lights dimmed. Two main lights shone on you and George while three others lightly shone on the rest of the guys.

“Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover, something in the way she woos me, I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how..” you smiled back at George, your heart melting at the sight. "Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover… Something in her style that shows me… I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how…” you swayed to the music and smiled when Paul joined, the light on him shinned brighter. “You’re asking me will my love grow, I don't know, I don't know…You stick around and it may show, I don't know, I don't know…”

You tapped your feet to the rhythm and maintained eye contact with George. Had he written this for you? The lyrics were so sweet you felt a sensation that was familiar around George. It felt like butterflies in your tummy but it was also in your heart. You felt warm and fuzzy inside and in need of George and his hugs, his smell, his warmth, his everything.

“Something in the way she knows… And all I have to do is think of her…” he continued after the guitar solo, his sweet voice filled your ears increasing the warm feeling. “Something in the things she shows me…” you smiled at the lyric, at all the times you show him dumb, stupid stuff you thought was cool. “I don't want to leave her now… You know I believe and how…” he finished the song and smiled at you.

You stood up and began to clap, the crowd quickly joining you. George jumped off the stage (after being pushed by John) and ran to you. He picked you up and spun you around as he kissed you. Gently, he set you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. “Did you like it?”

“George that was beautiful, I love it so much. You wrote it for me?”

“For you and only you,” he said before leaning down for another kiss.

your honeymoon… April 1964

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!” George repeated once more, he had tied a blindfold around you and led you somewhere. You had just gotten out of the car and you smelled the sea’s salty air.

“I know we are by the pier,” you said. “Oh my God! Are we going on a boat!”

“You suck with surprise.” George chuckled as he took the blindfold off. You blinked a couple of times to get used to the sudden light and when your eyes got used you squealed. In front of you was a yacht sitting there waiting to be used.

“Oh my God George I love it!” you said as you jumped on him.

“I’m glad.”

You ran up to the boat and went inside. The first day on the boat was for you to explore, George told you you were going to the coast of Spain where you would swim, eat and have sex all day. No responsibilities, no neighbours and a sound-proof room. You could be as loud as you wanted for as long as you wanted.

It had been a long day, your sixth day in sea and your first in Spain. The boat had stopped in Barcelona and you two had gone sightseeing. It was more like you dragging him along. The sex and all the walking combined took your energy out of you and when you came back to your room you fell right asleep.

The next day was different. You woke up before lunch and when you rolled over to look at George you found him looking at you. “Heard you wake up,” he explained. “Up for some.. activity?” George said as his hands danced around your revealed stomach.

“Always,” you said as you rolled on top of him. You pulled your t-shirt over him and found that George wasn’t wearing one, he must have slept without it. You took the rest of your clothes off and so did George, the sea wasn’t on your side today and it kept rocking making you fall of George a million times.

“Lets just put you under, you were going to be there anyway.”

“George!” you laughed as he flipped you around.

“‘S true!” he said before leaning down to kiss you. You felt his boner poking your inner thigh and you started getting wet. He kneeled between your legs after kissing his way there. With both of his hands, he pushed your legs opened and you propped yourself up so you could watch as his fingers slipped inside you. Your back arched as he hit your g-spot.

His mouth was attached to your clit and his tongue was doing wonders. The mix of his tongue and fingers was pushing you to the edge quickly. When you started clenching around him your hands went to his hair. He sucked faster and moved his fingers even faster. “I’m close.” you moaned, George hummed a response and the vibrations sent you over the edge.

George stood up from between your legs and licked his fingers clean. You groaned and reached for his cock but he slapped his hand away and lined himself with your core. A loud moan escaped your lips as he bottomed out, your eye stared into his. Both your pupils were blown wide open as lust overtook you both. He gripped your hips, his hold on you was hard, so hard that you would get even more bruises there.

You command him to move and he obeyed. His movements were harsh and quick just like every night. Groans and moans escaped both your mouths which each snap of his hips. George’s right hand left your hips and went to wrap itself around your throat. “Oh my- George!” you moaned as his other hand rubbed circles on your clit.

He leaned down and growled in your ear before kissing your lips. His right hand went to your boob as his lips went to the other one. He sucked on your hard nipple, his tongue flicking over it. When his movements got sloppier you knew he was close and so were you. You squeezed yourself around him and moaned as you released your cum around his dick. Not long after you felt his cum coat your walls.

“Not done,” he muttered after you regained your breath.

“Better not be.” you challenged. He chuckled as grabbed your legs that were wrapped around his hips. George put this so your thighs were pressed against his chest and your feet were on his shoulders. He pushed himself back in and your eyes widened at the pleasure that washed over you. George was so deep in you that you could feel his balls hitting you. “Why- why haven't you done this earlier?” you choked out as he began moving.

“Saving it for a special occasion.” he grinned at your face, your mouth slightly opened and your eyes shut closed. You arched your back when he started moving.

“What else do you have saved?” you managed to say through moans.

“Lots of things.”

He wasn’t lying, when you came back to Liverpool (two weeks later) you could barely walk. George thought it was hilarious but when you threatened to cut him off sex for a month he stopped and helped you out. Settling back into your old lives was a bit hard. George was recording a new album and was ready to go on your and that’s when he had the stupid idea of you to quit your job and join him on tour. And that’s when you had the even stupider idea of saying yes.

your first anniversary… March 1965

You had a great day planned for you both but after your first orgasm, you went running to the bathroom and puked. George rushed after you and held back your hair. What was going on? Had he done something wrong? “Was I that bad?” he joked trying to lighten to mood. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat back.

“No, ‘m just sick,” you said before a horrible feeling washed over you. You thought you were going to puke but it was different, you felt useless and dumb. You couldn’t please George now, you felt worthless and incapable of doing what you wanted. Your eyes started feeling hot and prickly and before you knew it you were crying.

“Oh no, love why are you crying?” George said as he hugged you.

“I’m useless!” you cried into his chest.

“You’re what- You’re not useless, why would you think that?” he quietly said before rubbing your back.

“Because I can’t please you!”

“I’m sorry what? yn you’re much more important than sex, if you’re sick then we can move this day to another.”

“B-but it’s our anniversary!” you said as you pulled away to look at him.

“I don’t care, if your sick then we aren’t doing anything to risk your health, got it?” you were about to open your mouth to complain. “Got it?” you nodded sheepishly and watched as he got up. “Now I’ll run you a bath and cook you something, I’ll be back to check on you,” George said, he opened the shower and plugged the bath before leaving you alone.

You already had a feeling of what it could be. It had happened two months ago when your period was late so you already had pregnancy tests. As your hand shook you took a test out of its hiding space and did as the instructions said. You undressed and got into the bath as you waited for the result. Once you knew it was ready you picked it up from the toilet and read the results.

“Oh no.” you groaned as your head fell back, you couldn't believe it. You got out and did it again, and again, and again until you had no more. “I cannot believe this!”

“What is it?” George asked as he opened the door. His eyes fell to your hands where 6 pregnancy tests laid. “What is that?” he asked before setting the food down on the counter. You lowered your head and handed him them. “What- Wait, what? I thought you were on the pill?” he asked as he looked up to you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and felt the same feeling wash over you, he wasn’t going to love you anymore, he was going to leave you.

“I’m going to be a father!” he screamed and jumped up with his fist punching the air. Your head shot up, George was doing a little dance and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“You want this?”

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to ask you about it and I know we didn’t plan it but I still want this.”

“Oh my God George you can’t believe how happy I am.” you said as you fell back. He rolled his sleeve up to his elbow, stuck his hand in the water and once you nodded he place his hand on your flat (for now) stomach.

“Why?”

“Because I thought you wouldn’t want it and you would… leave me.”

“Leave you? Never yn, you would have to kill me.”

“But we still need to go to the doctors, tests might be ruined or something.”

“I doubt it but I’ll book an appointment.” he kissed you and ran out the door. “I’m going to be a father! I’m going to be a father!” he cheated as he picked up the phone and dialled the number.

Turns out you were about 6 weeks pregnant and everything was fine. You both wanted to keep it a secret from everyone until later on, just in case something went wrong. But the only thing that went wrong was the plan. Cynthia knew what was wrong first.

“Let me help you,” George said as he helped you sit down.

“George don’t be dramatic.” you rolled your eyes and sat down on the table. John had hosted a picnic in the park to celebrate the album. George’s overprotectiveness was what triggered something inside of Cynthia. He was always caring for you and attentive but this time it was too much. When a ball was sent your way he jumped in front of you to ‘protect you’. The ball didn’t even come close to you.

Normally George would go with the guys and leave you alone to chat with Cynthia and Ringo's and Paul’s current partners but this time he was always next to you, protecting you from things you didn’t need protecting from. The last straw was when you refused wine. You weren’t an alcoholic but you never said no to a nice glass of wine.

Cynthia took you apart from the group and asked you about it. You couldn’t contain your smile and you told her. And she couldn’t contain her excited screams. “Oh my God!” she squealed as she jumped around. “How far along?” George snapped his head over to you, why was there screaming?

“What’s going on?” John asked when he heard his wife scream.

“yn is-”

“Nothing!” you quickly shushed her.

“yn is what?” Paul asked as he turned to George for an answer.

“Come on, what is it?” Ringo asked.

“Tell us!” you looked at George and nodded.

“Well, you guys are going to be uncles,” George announced with a shy smile.

“I don’t have siblings,” Ringo said. “Oh,” he added when it hit him, a smile formed on his face and he jumped on his friend.

“What is it? I don’t get it!” John said as he poked Ringo’s back.

“I’m pregnant you daft idiot,” you said after you joined the group.

“You’re what?” Paul looked at you and George before joining Ringo in hugging (more like tackling) George.

“You’re pregnant?!” John said with a big smile. “Congratulations George!” he said and joined the group hug. The rest of the girls were already gently hugging you since they had already understood what you were trying to say.

first baby… November 1965

The pregnancy was great, no morning sickness just the one time at the begging. You had heard horror stories from other women and you were so glad it wasn’t like that with you. Your parents, and his, reacted greatly and gave you both space which you both appreciated.

There was only one thing you didn’t like, the sex. Not that it was bad, there just wasn’t any. George was too scared, he didn’t want to hurt you and you gave up when your belly started growing. Apparently, he had heard from John that his dick could poke the baby and you were shocked that he believed it. After the shock wore out you laughed and laughed, you laughed like you had never before. It was truly the dumbest thing you've heard.

The actual birth was great, the little kid popped out so smoothly you barely felt it. George actually got it worse, you were griping his hand so hard he thought he was going to faint but he didn’t complain since he wasn’t the one pushing a living, breathing baby out of his vagina. You had decided to keep the gender a mystery and it turned out to be a boy.

You were on your bed all sweaty from birth with the little boy in your hands. George had squished into the bed and was playing with the baby. You were now attempting to name it.

“Charlie?”

“No.”

“George?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong with George?”

“That’s your name.”

“Fine, erm… Mike?”

“No.”

“Peter?”

“No.”

“Harold?”

“That’s our dog's name!”

“You know what this reminds me of? Naming our dog.” George groaned and laid his head back.

“Don’t complain, I just pushed this out of my vagina.” you were going to enjoy using that excuse.

“Blah blah.”

“You try it!”

“Wait, Dhani?”

“Danny?”

“Yeah but with a h.”

“Where the fuck is the h?”

“Don’t swear around Dhani!”

“I pushed him out my vagina I will do as I please.” you huffed. “But sorry.”

“It’s d h a n i, Dhani.” you looked at the baby and repeated the name.

“I like Dhani.”

John, Ringo, Paul, Cynthia and the parents visited you a little while later. They all liked the name Dhani but John, Ringo and Paul all fought over being the godfather. You ended up choosing Ringo because he was the first to say. “As long as the kid is happy I’m fine.”

“Suck ass!” was what John responded.

“Sore loser.” Ringo snapped back before walking over to Dhani and picking him up. You named Cynthia the godmother and she erupted in tears. At around dinner time they left you alone, George slept on the couch that night making you feel bad, it looked so uncomfortable but he wouldn’t dare to leave you alone.

When Harold when Dhani it was chaos. Harold was jumping around trying to get a good look at the baby. It ended up with George holding him and his paws back and slowly getting him closer to Dhani. When he was close enough Harold stuck out his tongue and licked the small baby. You were terrified but the fear washed away when Dhani giggled.

your first house… (early) December 1965

Living with three guys in your flat was horrible, didn’t matter that only one of them was an adult and the other two were a baby and a dog. You nodded more space and George thought so too. You spent a month looking for houses and when you finally found one and told the guys they cried like the last time.

“But we won’t be as close as before!” it took you the whole day to calm them down, you knew deep down they were happy. Very deep down…

The house was beautiful and very big. It was situated away from the city which was exactly what you needed. The house had way too many rooms and a massive garden that George was definitely going to enjoy. You had it ready in no time which surprised you since you had a baby and a dog and the house was gigantic.

You often found George wandering around the garden after a hard day (’s night). You would wrap yourself around him and clam him down as he ranted about how crazy the fans where. He loved them, he truly did but he also wanted to walk down the street with his wife and kid and not be chased or photographed. In the end of the day, he always said, they wouldn’t be where they were if it weren’t for them.

“Why don’t you and Dhani come to the studio one day?”

“I don’t want to bother-”

“You won’t! The guys miss you, keep nagging me with questions about you.” you smiled at the thought of Ringo, Paul and John bothering George with questions about you.

“Fine. Plus Dhani wants to see his godfather.”

“He’s not even a month old, how do you know?”

“Mothers instinct.”

The next day George took you and Dhani with him to the studio. It was the first time taking him out of the house and getting him in a car and you were terrified the way there. You didn't doubt George’s ability to drive, it was the other people you feared, them and the ice. But nothing happened, you three arrived safely to the studio in no time.

“Did yn come- YN!” Ringo said as he jumped up from behind his drums, he pushed George and went to hug you. When he noticed Dhani in the car seat by your side he kneeled down to play with him. “You’ve missed your godfather, haven’t you?”

“He’s not even a month old! He doesn’t know who you are!” John said as he too went to hug you.

“You’re just jealous,” Ringo responded.

“yn, not to doubt your parenting abilities but I think Dhani is going to melt if you keep him with that much clothes on inside the studio,” Paul said after hugging you.

“Right, sorry.” you took Dhani’s hat, coat and jumpers off before handing him back to Ringo.

A day at the studio was just what you needed. Dhani was silent, like always, and slept most of the day. If he wasn’t sleeping he was with once of the guys and if not he was being breastfed by you. Ringo, John and Paul were fascinated by breastfeeding and asked you hundreds of questions which annoyed George.

“Stop asking my wife how milk comes out of her boob!”

“George it’s fine,” you said as you laughed at his reaction. Once Dhani was fed he slept through the rest of the day. You were sat on a couch with a book in hand, finally some peace. No dog (which stayed with a friend for the day, you felt too bad leaving him alone in that big house), no crying baby (what a lie, Dhani never cried). Just you, your book and the best music anyone could ever ask for.

That Christmas you invited the guys and their current partners over for dinner on Christmas Eve. John was still with Cynthia, Paul was dating a girl named Jane Asher and Ringo was with Maureen. The next morning was filled with gifts, so many useless ones (in your opinion) for Dhani, he was only a month old! You gifted George a new guitar amongst other things and he gifted you a diamond necklace (among other things). You also gifted each other baby stuff like this thing that you wrap around your self to cradle the baby, you were definitely going to use that.

“George? George!” you called snapping him back from his trip down memory lane.

“Yeap?” he said as he stood up. “You ready?” George asked as he smiled at your appearance.

“Yeah, are you okay?” you asked before putting on your earring.

“I’m good, just thinking about us.”

“Stop being so sappy,” you said mocking John.

“John?”

“Funny.”

“Didn’t even try.”

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