Chapter 6

"Alright, George?" Paul asked the guitarist as he sat beside him.

"Yeah, I'm great" he replied grinning from ear to ear, remembering the sweet sensation of the kiss he had shared earlier with Tamzin.

"How's that girl?" John asked looking up from his guitar.

"You mean Tamzin, the one you were incredibly rude to?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, she's not going to get over it that easily- you hurt her feelings, John"

"Why do you care so much about her anyway?..." John asked warily.

"I don't...I-I she's just a friend..." George replied chewing his lip.

"Oh yeah? Well I caught you two being a bit more than friendly earlier...they were practically allover each other"

"No we weren't!" the guitarist protested, trying his best to defend himself.

"Well you looked pretty close to me..."

"I kissed her...that's all"

"When?"

"Just a little while ago"

"Oooooh Georgie's in luuuuuuurve" John teased in a girly voice, making everyone look at them.

"Shut up! You're drawing attention to us.."

"Oh sorry, Georgie...wouldn't want Pattie hearing...after all, she is your wife"

"Thanks for reminding me, John. You know, sometimes I forget I'm married" George replied sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"You don't seem very...fond of her at the moment, are you going through a rough patch?" Ringo entered the conversation.

"Yeah, she's completely obsessive over me! I can't go anywhere without her being down my throat and accusing me of sleeping around" the guitarist sighed and blew the air from his cheeks.

"Well she's sort of got a right to accuse you of-"

"If you're suggesting I slept with Tamzin, your wrong..."

"Doesn't mean you wouldn't though, does it?" John grinned and teased his poor bandmate.

"No...it doesn't..." George said, recalling the avid sexual desire he was experiencing for the girl.

"I'm going to take a shower" the guitarist left his bandmates, hoping he could get some peace and think about Tamzin, his Tamzin.

Later that day...

"George I've been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been" the guitarist jerked as he felt the familiar arms of his wife circling around his neck.

"I was just having some time alone" he sighed, wishing she didn't have to be on his back 24/7.

"They've got a fire going...would you like to join?". George nodded and followed his wife.

The fire prominently stuck out against the blackness of the night, burning a beautiful orange. George desperately looked around for Tamzin, and saw the girl sat by herself, her knees pulled up to her chest. The guitarist smiled to himself, and leaving the company of his wife went to join the girl.

"What you doing over here all by yourself?" he asked in a soothing voice, sitting himself next to her.

"I just wanted to be alone...but I don't mind you being here" Tamzin released the grip on her knees and sat cross legged. George smiled at the girl- who had her gaze fixed upon the bright orange flames, and placed her small hand in his, gently stroking it back and forth. Tamzin looked down at their hands and then at the guitarists velvet lips; she longed to feel them caressing her once again.

"The thing is,Tamzin, I-"

"George? George?" the voice of his wife calling rang through George's ears. He ran his hand through his sleek dark hair, before turning his attention back to Tamzin, who was smiling contently at him.

"Come with me" he gently pulled the girl to her feet and they sunk their way to the hotel without being seen.

Once they had reached the guitarists hotel room, he opened the door in a gentlemanly manor and let the girl enter, closely following himself and closing the door firmly behind him.

Tamzin stood in the middle of his room not quite knowing what to do; she chewed on her lip and wondered by the guitarist had taken her up here alone...

However Tamzin was snapped out of her thoughts, as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. George was standing nose to nose with her- his hot breath shaking with desire scorching her fair skin.

"I- I've never done this before" Tamzin whispered shakily, realising the guitarists intentions.

"I'll be gentle, I promise" he cooed gently, running his thumb along her bottom lip before leaning in to kiss her.

As their lips continued to dance with each other, the guitarist brought his hand to the hem of the girls shirt and slowly slipped his hand underneath, stopping half way up.

Surprisingly Tamzin welcomed his touch with no hesitation, and guided his hand a little further up.

"George..." he the girl breathed, as he began to kiss her neck and jawline sweetly.

"What is it, baby?" he asked softly.

"I love you".

He smiled against her skin and lifted his head slowly.

"I lo-"

"George, I- oh...sorry" the drummer said as he walked in.

"Rings...you couldn't have come at a worse time" George sighed with disappointment, knowing he would have to put his fantasy of making love to the girl on hold.

"I can see that" Ringo grinned and drew his attention to the futurists hand, which still underneath Tamzin's shirt.

George quickly pulled his hand from her shirt and felt himself go a little pink.

"Maybe I should go, I need to relieve Harry from Amy, he's been with her all evening" Tamzin bit her lip, trying to hide her embarrassment and headed for the door.

"Goodnight,Tamzin" George caught her before she left, smiling as he did so.

"Goodnight, George" she turned and smiled sweetly- masking her disappointment, before leaving him with Ringo.

"What was all that about then, aye?"

"Nothing"

"It didn't look like nothing to me" Ringo raised an eyebrow and flashed a grin at the guitarist, "If I hadn't come in when I did-"

"Oh shut up! I love her..." George blurted out perhaps a bit too loudly.

"Awwww I'm glad you've found some happiness again, Georgie"

"Keep it our secret...I don't want anyone else knowing..."

"Your secret is safe with me. I'll make sure no one finds out about you and the little lady" Ringo winked and reassured his bandmate, knowing he would do upmost to make sure George and Tamzin were happy together.