Their kiss on the dancefloor was one of the last things Connie could remember from that night. Everything else was blurred, even the memory of George taking hold of her hand and leading her away from the crowd and out of the heaving club. She couldn't remember leaving the club, her hand still tightly locked together in George's, or him leading her across the road and into their hotel.

What she could remember though, was George wrapping his hands around her waist as he brought her into the hotel elevator, as well as the way he pulled her closer to him once more as soon as the elevator doors slammed closed, pushing a kiss to her lips. The kiss acted as an electric shock, suddenly making her aware of everything around her once more. It didn't sober her up though, she was still far too drunk to remember that she and George were meant to be just friends.

She was glad she couldn't remember that, considering how amazing his kiss was. It began as rather gentle, but it soon grew to be more intense, their mouths working in-sync as their tongues met, exploring each other's mouths. It probably looked rather sloppy, but for Connie and George, nothing had ever been more passionate. That passion seemed to double by the second, especially as Connie reached up, one of her hands cupping the back of his neck, the other knotting itself into his perfectly soft hair, whilst one of George's hands moved to the small of her back, guiding her closer to his body, the other squeezing her waist.

Neither of them could stop themselves, but neither of them wanted to, even when the elevator let out a ding and the doors opened. Reluctantly, Connie pulled away, pulling her hands away from him, though she remained close enough for him to feel her breath on his face, close enough to smell the mixture of perfume and alcohol. It took every ounce of restraint in him to pull his gaze from her face, not being able to think of anything he'd rather look at than her pretty face, her cheeks flushed pink and her lips turned up into an out-of-breath smirk. He had to though, since they couldn't stay in the elevator forever, so he wrapped his arm around her waist tightly once more, rushing her out of the elevator and across the hall into his hotel room. It was the hotel room he was sharing with the rest of the boys, but he knew they were all still out, so he and Connie had the place to themselves.

"George..." Connie breathed out, her hand gripping the edge of his suit jacket. She looked away from him momentarily to look around the room in amazement. "This hotel room's bigger than me whole flat..."

"Good job we're not in your flat then," he joked, squeezing her waist as he grinned down at her, struggling to stop himself from kissing her again. "VIP suite, being a Beatle pays off sometimes... why don't I show you my favourite room?"

With a small nod, Connie smirked over to him, admiring how smooth he was in suggesting they go to the bedroom. Normally if they were fully sober she'd tease him for a comment like that, but they weren't fully sober, otherwise they wouldn't even be in that situation, and there was something she'd much rather do than make fun of him. No, she didn't want to think too much about anything, just George and the way he was making her feel, especially as he brought her into one of the bedrooms, and as soon as the door was shut behind them his lips were on hers once more.

They'd done this once before, gotten blackout drunk with each other. The alcohol blurred the invisible boundaries they'd put up, destroyed any hesitation within them. That was how they ended up with their hands undressing each other, their mouths latched together as if they were one, and although they'd only done it once before, they seemed to work like clockwork, perfectly in-sync, knowing exactly what to do to each other, fulfilling every mad fantasy they had about each other but were too scared to put into practice whilst sober.

"Are... You sure?" George managed to breath out, breaking his mouth away from hers briefly to get his words out, his calloused fingers hesitating on the buttons of her shirt.

"Mmm," Connie mumbled out, nodding furiously as she pulled his tie off, unbuttoning his shirt quickly as she began to work it off. Her hand stroked down his bare chest, making desire flare up inside of him, wanting so desperately to return the gesture to her. "Get on with it, Harrison..."

He obliged, sighing out in desperation as he pulled her shirt off, trying to stay focused on her, though she was beginning to unbutton his belt and trousers. Her fingers down there so close to his manhood was sending him wild, wanting her so badly, but he knew he had to stay calm, at least for the time being. He worked her shirt off, throwing it to the floor on top of his own, leaving her in just her bra. Before he could allow himself the pleasure of removing that, he pulled his lips away from hers, his eyes gazing over her as he admired her body, the body he'd been dreaming of for almost two years.

"So beautiful..." he breathed out as Connie moved her hands back up to his head, knotting her fingers in his soft hair, bringing his face back down to another kiss, all whilst his own hands were at the waistband of her trousers, pulling them down entirely, leaving her in just her underwear, though that didn't last much longer either, her bra and pants soon joining the pile of clothes on the floor.

In one swift movement George had swept her up into his arms and placed her down onto the bed, rather gently considering how rough he'd kissed her. Giving her one last peck on the lips, George moved away from the bed to finish undressing himself, though he was soon back to her, hopping onto the bed next to her, his hands immediately going to her body, pulling her closer to him as he moved to be on top of her, his lips finding hers briefly before they began to trail kisses down her jaw and onto her neck, all whilst his hands held her hips, this rough thumbs caressing her soft skin. The touch of his hands and his kisses made her tingle all over, making her let out a small sigh of pleasure as her hands moved to his shoulder blades, her finger nails digging in slightly as she held him tightly, as if she didn't want to let him go ever.

And she didn't. She never wanted to be apart from him ever again. It had been painful being apart from him, even if she hadn't realised it, but now he was there, touching her in ways no one but him had done before, she never wanted to leave him, ever. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just the pure ecstacy she was feeling, but she suddenly felt compelled to tell him everything she was feeling, every emotion, every desire.

"George..." she sighed, though her breath hitched in her throat as his hands moved closer to the inside of her thighs. "George, I-"

"I know... I know," he breathed out, pulling his lips away from her neck, moving to look at her face, and upon seeing his dark eyes look at her with pure lust and desire, she forgot everything she had wanted to tell him, deciding it could all wait, everything but him.

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Connie let out one final gasp of pleasure as George pulled out of her, panting for breath as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to regain herself as she came down from the overwhelming ecstacy George had just put her through. With a small, satisfied smirk, she ran her hand through her hair before shooting a glance over to George, only to notice he hadn't taken his eyes off her.

"What?" she asked him, her eyebrows creasing together slightly. He let out a breathless, tired sigh, though his mouth turned up into a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the sides slightly.

He reached over and took hold of her hand, squeezing it in his own before bringing it to her lips, kissing her knuckles lightly. She slid closer to him, rolling onto her side to see him better, which was when she saw the glint in his eyes that she couldn't work out if it was due to the large amount of alcohol he'd consumed or the excitment they'd both endured through each other. Either way, the sight of him made her insides turn in endearment.

"I've missed you..." he admitted in a whisper. "There's no one like you, Con, no one compares..."

In George's mind, nothing had ever been more true. Since the band began to make it big, since they started touring across the country, and even during their Hamburg days, George'd had his fair share of women, there was no denying it. He'd enjoyed his newfound fame and the benefits of it all, but ever since he'd slept with Connie the first time when she visited Liverpool back in 1962, no one had even come close. He'd dreamed of being with her from being a teenager, and that night was everything he'd ever wanted, even if he achieved it whilst intoxicated. It had been a truly amazing night, even if his memory of it was a little fuzzy, and ever since then the thought of living so far away from Connie had hurt him. He'd tried to push her out of his thoughts, tried to replace the memory of sleeping with her with other women, but nothing came close to her, and nothing could get her out of his mind.

He'd wanted to be with her again for so long that now he'd fulfilled that wish he knew he never wanted to be apart from her again. Not just to make love to her, but to kiss her, to hold her body against his, to intertwine his fingers with hers, to watch her smile and laugh, to love her.

Because he did love her. Maybe he always had done, since he couldn't quite remember the moment he realised his infatuation for Connie Lennon. In that moment, however, looking at her post-sex, he knew he wanted nothing else, wanted no one else.

Without another thought, he moved closer to her, edging his body into hers as she wrapped her arms around him, one hand on his back, the other on his head stroking his hair, whilst he pushed a kiss to her cheek softly. The wild passion and desire he'd shown her previously had disappeared, that moment between them being pure tenderness. Gently, George brushed Connie's hair away from her face, noticing her eyes were shut contently, her chest rising and falling slowly.

"I dunno, Connie..." he muttered quietly, studying the features that had been engraved in his mind for so long, his heart pounding in his chest lightly. "I swear... I think I'm in love with you,"

Connie wasn't entirely sure when she fell asleep, wrapped in George's tight embrace, but she knew it wasn't long after hearing those words and deciding she was still far too afraid of her own feelings to say the same to him.

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