She burst out laughing.

"Ahahaha your face!" She giggled, clutching her stomach. "Oh my god I should've took a picture!"

George shook his head and grinned. He scooped her up, earning a shriek of surprise and laughter from her. He laughed and she laughed and he swung her around. Rachel's hair was a mess. So much for blowdrying.

Then he started tickling her, fingers delving into her sides.

"Georgie!" She shrieked. "Georgie lemme go!" She playfully hitted his back.

He smirked at her. "Is that what you say to your daddy?"

Rachel gasped. "Oh daddy!" She giggled.

Then George stopped and looked at her, panting, face flushed from laughing.

Their faces were an inch close to each other. Rachel was panting, breathless. He could smell minty toothpaste on her breath.

Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist. Her blue eyes bored in his brown ones. George leaned in.

"I-I'm sorry---" She clasped a hand on his mouth. "I erm.."

"Oh yeah s-sorry..." George chuckled nervously.

She bit her lip. "Would you uh..." She unwrapped her legs. "Couldja..."

"Oh uh sure." George carefully let her down.

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Her heart was beating out of her chest.

Seriously, her chest felt tight and her heart was racing in and drumming so fast like that time she drummed for a band.

Making up for the dissapointment, she simply stood on her knees and kissed his cheek instead.

"Now," She began. "About that guitar lesson..."

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And for the past one hour, Paul Mccartney had heard the weirdest cacophony of sounds.

First, silence.

Then, shrieking. As if Rachel was being murdered.

Then, laughter.

Then Rachel shrieking like she was chased by Freddy Krueger.

Silence again.

Then the horrible, cringe-worthy twangs of Rachel trying to learn guitar.

"Luv," He heard George say. "Luv, that's E minor not E."

"O-Oh sorry..."

He decided to text John because if he doesn't in the next few minutes he will totally lose it.

Pol Maccartney: heya john what r u doing❓

Jhn Lnn: nothing jus writing songs✍🏻. i assume gear's there teaching rach the guitar

Pol Maccartney: she's so horrible at it😂

Jhn Lnn: 😁hahaaha on a scale of 1 to 100 how bad?

Pol Maccartney: 💯ugh you don't even know😂🔫

Pol Maccartney: i love her to bits but please help me 🆘‼️

Jhn Lnn: lucky for her georgie's a patient guy 👌🏻😂🎸

"Yeah, lucky for her." He whispered with a smile.

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"Here, put your pointer up there on the uppermost line... yeah that way... Make sure your pinky finger stays there, Rach."

She tried to concentrate on what he was saying. But the way his hot breath tickled her neck and the way his fingers closed around hers just made it so hard.

He looked her. "What chord?"

"G-G?" She stumbled out, her heart beating out of her chest as George rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Good girl..." He purred.

See? See how fucking hard it is?

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"Bye Gear!" She waved from the doorstep.

Paul raised an eyebrow. "I'm assuming you've learnt something about playing?"

She gave him a sheepish smile. "Jus' a bit. I am only a beginner."

He shook his head. "At least you learned at least a few chords."

A playful smirk ghosted on her lips. "The G chord."

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More or less a filler meh I had to update real quick tho :D

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I'm gonna add a full-on Mclennon chapter later on :3