"J..John anyone can come in." I breathed. John just hummed and resumed his focus on getting me off.

It was five in the evening as me and John spent a little alone time. George was out with Paul, taking Julian to a museum while I was laying back on the sofa recieving oral sex from John.

I moaned out, clutching the side of the sofa. His tongue making quick circles on my clit, two fingers sliding in an out.

"Johnny baby please s..stop." I begged. He knew exactly how I loved it. But the guys were due back anytime now with Julian, And George had a key.

I reached down, pulling his hair as I cried out, my body tingling with delight.

"Oh god...baby don't stop!" I practically yelled. He chuckled and kept working. I was out of breath as I moaned his name, the sound of his mouth licking, sucking, kissing.

He let out a moan as I threw my head back and let out a loud scream, exploding into ectacy. I was panting as he kissed my inner thighs and moved up, kissing me. I smiled and pulled away, sitting up as he stood in front of me. He helped me undo his pants and pull them down as I went straight for it, returning the favor.

"Fuckin christ." He moaned as I took his entire length into my mouth. I shut my eyes and breathed through my nose, his member hitting the back of my throat over and over again as he moved his hand to the back of my head, thrusting into my mouth.

He loved when I pulled him out of my mouth and gave him head. He loved how I looked up at him and slid my tongue up and down his shaft. I always recieved several moans and obsenities, which I knew meant I was doing everything right.

After several minutes of sucking and teasing, he was ready to come. I grabbed his hips and took him entirely in my mouth as he pulled my hair, the warm liquid running down my throat. He groaned and moved in and out slowly, before finally pulling out. I looked up at him and smiled as he leaned down, giving me a small kiss.

"I love how red your lips look after a good cock sucking." He smirked. I giggled as we fixed ourselves up and straightened our clothes. He sat next to me on the sofa and nibbled on my jawline as we watched tv.

It didn't take long until George came into the door with Julian in his arms. Me and John pulled apart as Julian pouted and climbed onto the sofa and sat in my lap.

"I'm off to nap." George said, walking past us. He seemed quite down all day. We didn't want to push him. So we left him alone. He seemed to be grateful for this.

"Whelp, negative nelly is off. How was your time with uncle Paul and George?" John asked Julian.

"Fun." Julian smiled. I brushed his hair away from his eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist.

..

Three weeks later

February 25, 1967

"Happy Birthday George!" We all yelled as he blew out the candles on his cake.

"Thanks everyone."

It's been three weeks and George has been in a quiet, depressing mood. He rarely eats, he doesn't talk to anyone unless someone starts a conversation first, he only goes in to record with the guys when needed. Other than that, he stays up in his room and sleeps.

He was still staying with me and John. It made me feel better knowing he was under the same roof with me and John could keep an eye on him when I was at work. The only person he seemed to let into his world was Richard.

About an hour into the party, I was in the kitchen alone, cutting the cake until I felt arms snake around my waist and his body press up against me.

"John stop it. We have company." I giggled.

"Do I 'ave to stop of it's the Birthday boy?"

I froze and turned around, facing George.

"G...George what are you..."

"Shhh." He whispered and leaned in, kissing me sloppily. I pulled away, tasting the liquor on his lips.

"George you're drunk. You smell like you were at a bar."

"Bloody yank. it's called a pub. And yes I may be a little. I had one or eight drinks." He smiled. I sighed as he stumbled.

"George come on, I'll take you upstairs okay? Off to bed."

"Noooo. Silly girl. Nobody's 'ad any cake plus, I haven't made a speeech." He slurred.

"George!" I called after him as he walked away. I gave a long sigh and followed after him. He was already talking when I walked over next to John.

"He's fuckin pissed out of his mind." I whispered to John. He nodded.

"I know."

"....and thank y'all. My friends and people I work with, the world!" He laughed, dropping his drink. I looked down and grabbed John's hand.

"Aye mate let's get down yeah? It's late and.."

"Johnny Johnny Johnny boy! The man who's sleeping with the bird I fell in love with at the age of fourteen. The bloke who fucked her and got her knocked up! That should be my baby!" He yelled.

I looked up at John as he squeezed my hand hard. I knew he wanted to start somethin. But he also had enough sense to know his bestfriend was just drunk. Paul on the other hand, had no mercy.

"Alright George that's enough. Just because your life is crumbling into pieces, doesn't mean ye 'ave to bring a perfectly fine marriage into..."

George made a face and began to unleash his anger out on Paul.

"What do ye know about fuckin marriage!? All ye do is sleep around with a new bird when one of yours isn't 'round. Ye know what I call ye?? The new John Lennon! Fuck fuck fuck. That's all youre good for! Just like him." George pointed at John.

I bit my lip to stop myself from lashing out. He had no right talking down about John. My husband. The father of my child.

"Come now mate lets get you to bed." Richard said grabbing George's arm. He just pulled away and scoffed.

"You all are against me. I just...I just want to be loved." He began to cry. I felt my heart break watching him as everyone stared.

"I think everyone should go now." I said. John agreed and led everyone out. Paul told me to make sure he's alright. Richard wanted to stay but Maureen wasn't feeling too good. Us being pregnant at the same time, I knew what she meant.

After everyone left, me and John helped George off the floor and helped him upstairs to his room.

"I'll check up on Julian and make sure he's still sleeping. Keep him awake yeah? I'm calling a doctor." John whispered. I nodded and gave him a quick kiss.

"Lucy...why doesn't she love me?" George pouted. I unbuttoned his shirt, stained with wine and soaked in liquor.

"Shhh. George. Come now."

"Why don't you love me?" He looking into my eyes. I stroked the side of his face.

"I do love you George. I love you with all my heart. You know that."

"Not like ye used to."

"I do still love you that way George." I kissed his cheek and the top of his head. He held onto me as I held him close to my body. He began to cry quietly.

"Shhh baby. Don't cry. Please don't cry. You know I love you."

He held me tighter, as if I was going to slip away.

"Georgie baby, don't sleep okay? Stay awake with me." I said rocking him back and forth, he sniffled.

"Lucy, I just want to go away. I want to fall asleep forever."

"Don't talk like that Geo. Please."

I began humming and felt the small tears rolling down my cheek. He swallowed and began singing softly.

"Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woo's me. I don't want to leave her now. You know...I believe..and ho..how."

He began to trail off, staying quiet. I bit my lip and shook him.

"G..George?? George!?" I yelled, shaking him. He didn't move. I felt my heart race into panic mode as I layed him back on the bed and felt his pulse. None.

"John!" I yelled. Seconds later he rushed in.

"What happened!?"

"G...George. John he's not breathing. No pulse...I think he's..."

"N...No.." John said, his voice shakey as he ran over to the phone, calling an ambulance.

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