Ringo bit down his lip when he felt George's teeth prick the back of Ringo's hand. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see the blood coming out of the bite. He shivered when he felt George's rubbery tongue run over the wound, wincing a bit.

A faded scar was left.

"How did I taste?" He asked curiously. He felt weird after the word left his lips.

George licked his red lips.

"Bloody delicious." He went quiet. "No pun intended." George grinned.

Ringo laughed, kissing his nose.

"I didn't hurt you, didn't I?" He said, worry lacing his voice.

"A bit," He murmured. He smiled at him. "So... Are we.... t-together now?" Ringo stammered, feeling heat rise up in his cheeks.

George hummed, swooping for another kiss.

Ringo kissed back.

"I'll take that as a yes."