George sat watching her, drinking her in, like a cold pint. No matter what she did, she did it with sex appeal. He could feel the heat radiate off of her; raw, animal energy. He watched her eating (his favourite pasttime really, aside from playing music and loving her). Sweet red raspberries, her favourite - a bit of the juice dribbled onto her chin. He licked his lips, desperate for a taste. God, how he wanted her..
He never noticed how delicate she was when she ate. Pinching the fork in her fingers just so, the way she ever so slightly flicked her tongue out when placing the food in her mouth - and then quickly pulling it back in.
She was lost in thought often, just like her brother. A pensive look would cross her face, a thin, delicate finger placed on the bottom of her plump, sexy pout. He wondered what she thought about, if he was ever on her mind like she was his. Every thing she did set his heart racing.. A simple glance gave him butterflies, a touch produced goosebumps, a kiss rendered him speechless, and the other things she did to him, the 'locked behind the boudoir door' things, well, he was a puddle of a man after that. A beckoning of her slender finger and he was putty in her hands. He loved her like no other, and not just physically. Emotionally too, she belonged to him. The light tinkling of her laugh set his heart afire, her hand in his an anchor, to keep him from floating, she made him feel so weightless, so high. She was his drug, so addicted to her he was, he couldn't get enough.
How was it that John's sister, a LENNON, for crying out loud, could steal his heart like this, drive him this crazy? One thing he DID know, he'd never EVER let her get away.
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I Need You
FanfictionJohn Lennon's baby sister can't do anything without his protection, he guards her with his life. But when she falls for longtime friend and John's young bandmate George, will he keep them apart? I DO NOT OWN THE BEATLES.
