No Buts
Posted by DiF on Saturday, December 24, 2011 Under: Christmas
Title: No Buts
Characters: Sitara Barlow, GeorgeHarrison
Word Count: 691
Rating: PG13 [sexual tension, innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: George stops by to see Sita on Christmas Day. Spoilers. Inspired by Christmas is the Time to Say I Love You
December 25, 1970
London, England
Sitting in her living room in London, Sita’s green eyes darted to the clock. It was seven minutes until George said he would be there. In the months since moving to London at his behest — and into his flat — he had never been late when seeing her. Though she had absolutely no cause at all, Sita worried that he would not arrive. He had far too many responsibilities that day, his family and wife were more important than —
A knock at the door interrupted her worries.
Jumping to her feet, Sita smoothed down the front of her green silk dress and headed towards the door. Her fingers quickly tousled her hair before reaching for the doorknob. With a breath, she smoothly opened the door. Her eyes instantly met his and her face lit up with a smile.
“Happy Christmas, beautiful,” he spoke softly, stepping forward.
“Happy Christmas, George,” her hands slipped over his shoulders as his slipped around her waist.
Saying nothing more, his lips brushed hers as he carefully pushed her back into the apartment. Once the door closed behind him, George deepened the kiss, making her sigh. His thumb traced over her bottom lip after ending the kiss, his lips turning into a smile.
“You are so beautiful,” he remarked and kissed her quickly again. “You are all I could wish for this Christmas.”
“George…”
“Tell me, love… where is Kanti?”
“She’s out… with one of her boyfriends, maybe Donovan.”
“And when do you expect her to return?”
“You know how Kanti is…”
“Excellent,” he kissed her again.
“Did you just come over here to kiss me, George?”
“That,” his lips touched hers, “and other things.”
“What other things?”
George smirked, “Well…”
Seeing the light in his eyes, Sita rolled hers and pulled out of his reach. Saying nothing, she headed into the small galley kitchen. Without being asked, she quickly began to fix a pot of tea. Chuckling, George glanced around the apartment before sitting on the sofa.
“You do not have a Christmas tree,” he remarked.
“No, of course not,” she responded as she sat next to him. “Why would I?”
“I just thought…”
Her hand touched his knee, “That’s your tradition, George, not mine.”
“True…”
“How was Christmas with… Pattie?”
“Let’s not talk of that now,” he stated.
Before she could respond, the teapot’s shrill whistle echoed off the walls. Sita jumped up to retrieve it, but George’s hand snagged hers, keeping her from stepping away. Her green eyes flicked to his, trying to see what he wanted. With a smile, she quickly kissed him. Only then did he release her hand.
Sitting together once more, this time with cups of tea, George happily chatted with Sita about the activities from the previous few days. As their tea got cold, the musician slowly realized that Sita was melancholy. Moving closer to her, his lips touched her temple, very aware that she did not close her eyes or smile.
“Sita, my darling, what is troubling you?”
“Nothing…”
“You know I don’t believe that.”
She sighed and stood, heading over to the window, “George, what am I doing here?”
Jumping up, he circled his arms around her from behind, “Living your life, the way you want to.”
“No, really. Why am I here?”
“Because,” he swept her hair from her ear before kissing it, “I love you.”
Chills shivered down her spine, “Are you…”
“I am in love with you, Sita. I love you. Everything about you.”
“But…”
“Things will change. I promise you that. I love you. Hold onto that.”
She sighed.
George kissed her ear once more, glancing out the window, “Look, Sita, carolers.”
Her eyes fluttered open to settle on the group of people across the street from the apartment building, “What are they… what are they doing?”
“Going door-to-door, singing the festive songs of the holiday, spreading good cheer… and love,” he explained.
“George…”
“Christmas is the time to say ‘I love you.’ And oh, Sita, I love you.”
She sighed, leaning back against him slightly, “I love you too, George, but—”
“No buts allowed today. Just love.”
She sighed, “I love you.”
Characters: Sitara Barlow, GeorgeHarrison
Word Count: 691
Rating: PG13 [sexual tension, innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: George stops by to see Sita on Christmas Day. Spoilers. Inspired by Christmas is the Time to Say I Love You
December 25, 1970
London, England
Sitting in her living room in London, Sita’s green eyes darted to the clock. It was seven minutes until George said he would be there. In the months since moving to London at his behest — and into his flat — he had never been late when seeing her. Though she had absolutely no cause at all, Sita worried that he would not arrive. He had far too many responsibilities that day, his family and wife were more important than —
A knock at the door interrupted her worries.
Jumping to her feet, Sita smoothed down the front of her green silk dress and headed towards the door. Her fingers quickly tousled her hair before reaching for the doorknob. With a breath, she smoothly opened the door. Her eyes instantly met his and her face lit up with a smile.
“Happy Christmas, beautiful,” he spoke softly, stepping forward.
“Happy Christmas, George,” her hands slipped over his shoulders as his slipped around her waist.
Saying nothing more, his lips brushed hers as he carefully pushed her back into the apartment. Once the door closed behind him, George deepened the kiss, making her sigh. His thumb traced over her bottom lip after ending the kiss, his lips turning into a smile.
“You are so beautiful,” he remarked and kissed her quickly again. “You are all I could wish for this Christmas.”
“George…”
“Tell me, love… where is Kanti?”
“She’s out… with one of her boyfriends, maybe Donovan.”
“And when do you expect her to return?”
“You know how Kanti is…”
“Excellent,” he kissed her again.
“Did you just come over here to kiss me, George?”
“That,” his lips touched hers, “and other things.”
“What other things?”
George smirked, “Well…”
Seeing the light in his eyes, Sita rolled hers and pulled out of his reach. Saying nothing, she headed into the small galley kitchen. Without being asked, she quickly began to fix a pot of tea. Chuckling, George glanced around the apartment before sitting on the sofa.
“You do not have a Christmas tree,” he remarked.
“No, of course not,” she responded as she sat next to him. “Why would I?”
“I just thought…”
Her hand touched his knee, “That’s your tradition, George, not mine.”
“True…”
“How was Christmas with… Pattie?”
“Let’s not talk of that now,” he stated.
Before she could respond, the teapot’s shrill whistle echoed off the walls. Sita jumped up to retrieve it, but George’s hand snagged hers, keeping her from stepping away. Her green eyes flicked to his, trying to see what he wanted. With a smile, she quickly kissed him. Only then did he release her hand.
Sitting together once more, this time with cups of tea, George happily chatted with Sita about the activities from the previous few days. As their tea got cold, the musician slowly realized that Sita was melancholy. Moving closer to her, his lips touched her temple, very aware that she did not close her eyes or smile.
“Sita, my darling, what is troubling you?”
“Nothing…”
“You know I don’t believe that.”
She sighed and stood, heading over to the window, “George, what am I doing here?”
Jumping up, he circled his arms around her from behind, “Living your life, the way you want to.”
“No, really. Why am I here?”
“Because,” he swept her hair from her ear before kissing it, “I love you.”
Chills shivered down her spine, “Are you…”
“I am in love with you, Sita. I love you. Everything about you.”
“But…”
“Things will change. I promise you that. I love you. Hold onto that.”
She sighed.
George kissed her ear once more, glancing out the window, “Look, Sita, carolers.”
Her eyes fluttered open to settle on the group of people across the street from the apartment building, “What are they… what are they doing?”
“Going door-to-door, singing the festive songs of the holiday, spreading good cheer… and love,” he explained.
“George…”
“Christmas is the time to say ‘I love you.’ And oh, Sita, I love you.”
She sighed, leaning back against him slightly, “I love you too, George, but—”
“No buts allowed today. Just love.”
She sighed, “I love you.”
In : Christmas
Tags: christmas 1970
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