The Quiet One - a George Harrison FanFic Now Complete

Chapter 9

George smiled across the table to her. After making love, they had come down stairs whilst Kathy had made them a pleasant but simple meal to share. They had sat close together, still only partially dressed. Every so often the would feed each other or share a kiss. Finally they left the kitchen and sat curled up together and watched television.

By 9.30pm, they were both sleepy. Kathy didn't want them to fall asleep just yet. She wanted to make love again. Excusing herself, she slipped upstairs and put on the underwear and stockings her mother had given her. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was still unsure whether to keep the clothes on but, after looking in the mirror, she decided she didn't look so bad. She wrapped her dressing gown around herself and went back to George. He looked up, surprised that she had changed.

"Fancy coming to bed George love? I'm tired."

Liking the sound of the idea, George jumped up. After checking everywhere was locked up, they went upstairs together. Kathy took his hand and led him to the guest room. George looked surprised until Kathy told him how her mother had prepared the room so they could be together. The room was warm and inviting. The bed was covered with a pretty quilt and soft pillows. Kathy noticed for the first time that there were flowers on both bedside tables too. George undressed and climbed into bed. Kathy dimmed the light before climbing in beside him. Immediately in enveloped her into a hug, pulling her close.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, feeling the texture of her clothes was different from before. He pulled back the cover and looked at her. She smiled shyly at him. "Oh baby. You look wonderful!" He stroked the top of her breast as he kissed her. He then pushed the cover further back to improve his view. He looked her up and down."You're wearing stockings too!" he gasped in pleasure.

Kathy watched as it appeared that his erection grew as he looked at her. She grinned at him.

"Are you enjoying the view?" he asked, noticing her staring at him.

"Oh very much!" she smiled, "But then again, you appear to be enjoying your view too!"

His hand stroked her leg, following the silky fabric of her stockings. He closed his eyes, relishing the touch. He paused where her stocking top ended and traced a line until the junction of her thighs. He smiled as he heard Kathy give a small gasp as he touched her. She lay back, enjoying his teasing. He stroked her underwear as she bucked her hips to meet him. He urged her to roll over on to her front. George reached over her and slid himself into her. Immediately he began to slam hard into her. Within minutes she was crying out, then she climaxed around him. George hadn't finished yet so he continued to move, prolonging her orgasm. She cried out more and more until she started to sob, unable to take anymore. At that point, George let it go, feeling himself exploded deep inside her. Panting, he laid his head on her back, and waited for the world to return. He withdrew from her and then, after kissing her softly, he held her as she fell asleep in his arms.

He lay quietly next to her, feeling her sleeping. He thought about their intitial meeting and the short time they had been together over last few months. His world had been turned upside down since meeting Kathy. What she brought to his life and had allowed him to share with her, had changed him. She had affected him deeply. He knew he had found what he had yearned for ever since watching Ritchie get married. He felt her shift slightly in her sleep, and looked to see if she resettled. She continued to sleep, no doubt tired out by their love making. He loved just lying there with her. Being able to love her and be with her, uninterrupted. He thought wistfully about what married life with her could be like. Then he felt his heart twist as he thought about the following day. He would have to leave her for over two months! Even talking on the phone was impossible without a messenger! There was no way he could have the private, intimate call with her that he would want. He would have to write to her again, like he had when he'd been filming 'Help!' He smiled at the memory. She had written beautiful letters to him. He couldn't help but wonder now that she had admitted her real feelings for him, what her letters be like now? At least a letter was permenant. He could re-read her words over and over again. He looked down at the sleeping form in his arms and smiled. He kissed her forehead and whispered how much he loved her. Then, after pulling the covers over them both, he fell asleep with her.

The following morning, he opened his eyes to find Kathy still in his arms. Neither of them must have moved much after their exhertions of the previous evening. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was now 6am. Kathy was due in work that day, he tried to remember what time she needed to leave the house but couldn't. He gently shook her awake. She blinked up at him, still sleepy.

"Mornning baby," he said to her, "I hate to wake you but it's 6am. What time do you need to be up for work?"

The smile she had greeted him with fell from her face. "Not til about 7am. If you can drop me off at work, 7.30am."

"Mmmmmm," he replied softly, "I'll be your chaffeur madam. Now come here, I have enough time to make love to you before I have to leave you."

Once more they loved each other. This time it was a slow, gentle coupling. They lay together afterwards, talking and relishing the time they had left together. Then, just after 7am, they shared a warm shower, soaping and caressing each other.

Kathy was struggling to fight back the tears as George put his bags into the boot of the car. He walked back into the house and held her, wiping the tears away. He reassured her of his love and told her how the time spent apart would pass quickly. Finally, as he waved for one last time as she entered her work place, he drove off feeling as though he was leaving part of himself  behind.