Warning: lots of sexual tension 🙂👌🏻👉🏻👊🏻🙈🙉🙊

Okay yeah so late xmas exchange gifts :3
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"I know it was a bit late but..." Rachel gave him a wrapped up box, complete with a big bow on the top.

"I-I uh, thanks Rach." He gave her a smile and, like a child, shook the box.

She giggled. "Jus' open it, Gear!"

He did and he brought out a sweater. It was striped red and black and at the back was GEAR HARI printed.

Rachel grinned and showed him a similar-looking sweater striped blue and white with RACH STARR printed at the back.

"So um, do you like it?"

"Yeah! Thanks Rach," He kissed her cheek and wore the sweater on.

Rachel blushed and wore hers too. "I made sure we matched." She giggled.

Her sweater was a bit big on her so George tied up her sleeves together. He laughed as she struggled.

"You're my prisoner now!" He grinned as he placed her tied-up arms around his neck.

She had to stand on her tip toes. "Agh, why the fuck do you have to be so tall?"

"Why do you have to be so short?" George shot back making her glare at him. He pressed their noses together---- eskimo kiss---- and she giggled. It was just an innocent gesture anyway.

Click.

"Pauuul!"

Her bestie was laughing. "My god you two are soooo cute!" He tapped on the screen of his phone, thought of a clever hashtag and posted it on Facebook.

A flush of the toilet. The sound of running water. And John Lennon wearing a Santa hat came out of the bathroom.

"Wha'd I miss?" He asked, curiously looking at the three.

She suddenly remembered. "Oh yeah your gift! Uh Macca couldja hand Johnny that green box?"

"Oi! Catch!" Paul tossed the box to him.

He caught it, barely, and opened it.

It was a striped green and black sweater with JOHNNY LENNON on the back. Paul had an orange one, Rach had a blue and Gear had red.

"Aww thanks Rachie," He went over and pinched her cheek. "So I'm guessing I should wear it because you're obviously planning a groupie?" He said, facing Paul.

"You know me too well, Johnny." He chuckled.

PAULIE MCRTNY was written on the back of his sweater. And god damn Rachel had to fit his whole Mccartney into six letters wasn't easy. She wanted Paul's and John's names fit.

Paul noticed that both George and Rach had eight letters all in all. He made a mental bet that Rachel did that in purpose. He smiled at the thought.

"Say cheese!" Paul grinned as the selfie stick went up the air.

"Cheese!"

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"Now can you untie me?" Rachel did her best impression of Paul's puppy dog eyes. George almost gave in. Almost.

"Nu-uh, what's the magic word?" He taunted, a playful smile in his lips.

She smirked. "Daddy."

The room went full silent.

Paul stifled a cough, blushing red. John raised an eyebrow at George who's eyes were big as saucers.

Rachel fluttered her eyelashes. "Can you untie me, daddy?"

"Jesus Christ," John muttered, finally realizing why the fuck Rachel had just called him daddy.

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George was incredibly turned on.

"Not if you're naughty," He smirked as she went full pink.

"I-I..." Rachel stumbled out. She gulped visibly, eyes wide with disbelief. The words 'did he just said what i thought he just said?' was printed on her face.

"You're a bad, bad girl." He purred low in her ear, quiet enough for John and Paul not to hear. "And what happens to bad girls?"

Rachel took a sharp intake of breathe.

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"They get punished."

She bit her bottom lip, stifling a whimper. The fact that George had already a hot accent just fucked her up already.

Their lips were tantalizingly close. Just a little nudge and they'd be kissing already.

Too bad they didn't kiss.
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Then George shook it off quickly as if nothing happened. He freed her from the grasps of her own bloody sweater for Christ's sake.

"I knew I shouldn't have Paul picked the size for me," She muttered under her breathe.

George chuckled. "Two sizes too big is cute on you. You'll look adorable." He kissed her cheek again. "I like the way it hangs on your hips. You know, when you feel lazy and you just slip on the sweater not bothering to wear pants----"

"Ooookay!" She breathed out air she didn't know she holding and playfully shoved George off.

"I wonder how big my sweater is on you?" George asked.

"So big I'll swim in it." She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. "Why'd you ask?"

He shrugged. "Y'know... boyfriend sweater." She blushed at that.

"And my sweater? How small is it on you?"

"Smaller than John's dick." Rachel stifled a laugh. It came out as a snort. And the two ended up laughing.

"Gee George thanks!" John called out from the kitchen. "You're the bestest friend a man could fucking have!"

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And they did exchange their sweaters. And Rachel was swimming in it and George just simply tied up the blue striped sweater around his waist.

Gear's sweater reached half her thighs but despite the sleeves dangled like snakes on her side, she was as snug as a bug in it.

"See? You look cute in it." George cooed, brushing Rachel's bangs away from her eyes since at the moment she couldn't.

"Promise me you won't tie up the sleeves?" She asked in a teeny tiny voice.

"If you'll be a good girl I won't." He joked, taking her sleeves/hands into his. He took her left hand (he knew she was left-handed) and kissed it.

"If you'll be a good daddy I won't fucking kick you in the balls." She grunted, making him chuckle. She slapped him with the long sleeves of his sweater, flapping it at him.

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🍩🍩🍩🍩Donut worry people George won't take her out yet

And why worry? Because if George asks her out the story is finishedxx 😬😨

Also yeh they like each other but they're just playing around with the oh so sexual tension 😳😅

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