Title: Not Yet
Characters: Sitara Barlow, George Harrison
Word Count: 1225
Rating:NC-17 [sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: George spends time with Sitara on his birthday.





February 25, 1970
London, UK

Stepping out of the bathroom with her hair dripping, Sitara quickly plaited her hair as she headed to her room.  Kanti had already left for the evening; to where Sitara was unsure.  It did not matter.  All that mattered was she had the flat to herself, as planned, for George’s birthday celebration.  With the band imploding, she knew he needed to get away from everything and just relax.  A night in would do just the trick.

After seeing to a few more things around the apartment, Sitara dressed and styled her hair.  She anointed her pulse points with scented oil and lit incense.  By the time a knock sounded at the door, the flat was filled with the sweet, heady aroma of India.  With no plans to leave, her feet remained bare, peeking out from under a long, sheer, pink skirt, which did nothing to conceal her matching fuschia panties.  Tiny bells tinkled with each step as she headed to answer the door, though she did not know why he bothered to knock.

“Happy birthday, George,” she smiled as she opened the door.

His eyes quickly glanced over her, noting that her bandeau top left hardly more to be imagined than her skirt, “Hello, sexy.”

Motioning him in, Sitara closed the door before slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly, “How has your day been?”

“Much better now that I’m with you,” his arms circled her waist, pulling her close.

“I have food ready if you’re hungry,” she declared.

His lips met hers again, “I would rather…”

“Hmmm?” her green eyes met his.

George kissed her deeply, “I think you know.”

“George…”

Saying nothing, he quickly scooped her up.  She giggled but looped her arm around his neck, kissing and nibbling on his ear.  Stopping midway to her bedroom, George moaned and quickly kissed her.  Keeping his tongue jostling with hers, he continued towards the room, slowly down to carefully slip through the door without slamming Sitara into the frame.

George laid her in the center of her bed and quickly moved to turn off the overhead lights.  He briefly grinned, realizing candles were lit throughout the apartment.  Turning back to her, his eyes glanced over her, the curves of her body warmed by candlelight.  It illuminated warm tones of her skin, making her glow.

“You are… gorgeous,” he muttered, moving towards the bed.

“And all yours,” she responded.

He groaned, crawling towards her.  His fingers trailed up her shapely legs, pushing the sheer, silk skirt towards her waist.  Biting her bottom lip, Sitara giggled and lifted her hips, pulling her skirt and panties down.  Without pause, George helped her shed the garments, tossing them off the bed.  His eyes met hers before he climbed between her legs, leaning down to kiss and lick her virginal sex.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she attempted to watch him, but soon found the sexy feelings forcing her eyes to close and her head to fall back.  She moaned softly, not entirely understanding why he was worshipping her when it was his birthday.

George pulled away once her moans softened and her body tensed slightly.  He quickly sat up and reached around her back, unfastening the top.  His mouth hungrily sucked and kissed her caramel-colored breasts, gently pressing her to lie back down.  He pulled away from her, though his eyes remained on her naked body, and stripped his clothes off.

Her fingers circled his cock, stroking it to full erection.  George slipped between her legs, remaining pressed up on his knees to allow her fingers to continue to dance over his hot flesh.  His tip oozed slightly, making her giggle.  He groaned as she rubbed her finger over the crown of his cock and then licked her finger.

As her finger left her lips, George leaned down and kissed her.  He nipped and sucked on her bottom lip, while his right hand cupped and rubbed her breasts.  She gasped into his kiss as he pinched her nipple gently before caressing down her body.

Holding onto his erection, George rubbed the tip up and down her wet slit.  He traced circles around her clitoris with the tip of his penis, making her moan and sigh.  Leaning up slightly, his eyes locked with hers.  Smiling, George slightly pressed into her sex.

“George,” she gasped, shaking her head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he kissed her. “I won’t go in all the way.”

Sita nodded, though grimaced as he pushed in slightly further, “You’re too…”

His lips touched hers again, “Oh, baby, you feel so good.”

He pressed against her virginal barrier, making her whimper.  Understanding her unspoken declaration, he pulled out and went back to sliding his erection up and down her wet slit.  Every few passes, he pressed his tip in until he reached her hymen.  He wanted nothing more than to thrust fully forward, to feel her vaginal walls squeeze his cock.  Instead, he swirled the crown of his cock around her entrance, feeling it get slick from her arousal.

“Sitaaaaa,” he moaned, “I need to…”

With her feet on the bed, Sitara arched upwards as his erection slipped down her wet slit.  His eyes locked with hers as the tip of his penis pressed against her rosebud.  She reached down and grasped her cheeks and relaxed.  With a groan, George pressed the tip into her ass but did not thrust fully in.  They remained locked thusly for a few long moments before he pulled fully out.

Sitara’s hands supported her position, pressing up on her lower back.  Her green eyes watched as he quickly retrieved a tube of lubricant from the nightstand.  With a smirk, he squeezed a bunch out, rubbing it all over his erection.  Keeping a dollop on his finger, he returned to the bed.  George moved between Sitara’s legs and gently worked his finger into her ass, rubbing the lubricant around.

Carefully he lined up between her legs and slowly thrust into her.  She moaned as he found a slow rhythm.  One of George’s hands covered her pubic mound, his thumb slipping between her petals to rub her clitoris while he thrust.  His other hand reached up and squeezed her breast.  She moaned and flexed around his cock.

“Oh god,” he groaned. “I’m gonna…”

“Me toooooo.”

A few more thrusts and George collapsed on top of her.  His lips touched hers as he withdrew from her body.  His fingers remained playing with her clitoris until her body rose in orgasm.  Pulling his digits free, he slipped them between her lips, grinning when she sucked her fluids off of them.

“Tell me, beautiful,” he kissed her again, “when can I…?”

“Not until we’re married, George.  I don’t want to get pregnant,” she stated.

“I know,” his hand casually cupped and caressed her breast. “But there’s ways we can avoid that…”

“No, George,” Sitara shook her head. “Not until we’re married.

He leaned over and kissed her again, “I love you, Sita.”

“I love you too, birthday boy,” she smiled. “Do you want to eat now?”

“Hmmm…. I suppose we should,” George captured her dark nipple in his mouth.

Sitara groaned, “George…”

“In a minute… I want to enjoy my appetizer a bit longer,” he returned to sucking on her breast. “God, I love you.”

“I love you tooooooo,” she moaned. “Ohhhh…”