I felt moved to write a little light-hearted fic before I get to travelling whilst Elvis and the boys are strategizing in the war room.
A throw back to Elvis and Georgie's dating days - a particularly special night neither will ever forget...
Hope you enjoy...let me know what ya think...Xx
A Night to Remember
As she looked up and gazed into those mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes her heart stuttered. They had a lovely dinner together, he was the ever the gentleman, and they laughed and cuddled the whole way back to his flat.
Georgie knew then that she was in trouble. That "never go out with a soldier" spiel went straight out the window. This man did things to her like no man ever has, or ever will – she was certain of that. He was handsome and beguiling, sensuous and exotic. She was stunned when she realized how many times their bodies came together tonight and so help her – she wanted more.
He was smiling down at her now and could her heart possibly melt any further? He was stroking the hair away from her face and his voice sounded like expensive velvet. "I love ya Georgie," he said simply. The sincerity in those four simple words was almost her undoing. This maverick SAS commander was true to his word: "I think I've fallen in love on this tour." No. It was not "think." He had truly fallen in love and Georgie could see it in those eyes. He was gorgeous and obviously women fell at his feet. Was he this so damn good at seduction? Yeah, he was, but Georgie knew deep down in her heart and soul this man was in love with her.
He looked down at her, seemingly amused. "What was he seeing in her face?" Georgie did not respond to his declaration of love. Meanwhile he was intently watching her, his eyebrows lifting and eliciting a questioning and encouraging expression on his face as if non-verbally trying to get her to respond. Georgie smiled at him. He only smiled broader and escalated his expression. "I'm thinkin about it," was her coy response.
He remained cool. "Is there anything else I can do to speed up the process?" he said grinning at her and then leaning down as if to kiss her. Georgie leaned up to encourage his kiss, and then he moved his head towards her neck. "You cheeky bastard," she thought. As his lips brushed against the curve between her neck and shoulder she purred, "You could serve me breakfast in bed." Suddenly he stopped doing what he was doing and slowly, ever so slowly pulled back from her. "As ya wish. Ya will get your 'eart's desire…"
Elvis moved away from her and she instantly missed the warmth of his body and heady scent. He stood before her momentarily watching her watching him. His eyes were twinkling and his mouth was tugging at the corners. They were as stark as newborns and never felt more comfortable in each other's presence. His dark hair was in his eyes and he left it there. He looked young and carefree. Georgie marveled at the contrasts that were Elvis Harte.
He found her absolutely beautiful. He was the luckiest man alive he was certain of it. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. That funny feeling that felt like butterflies and his heart felt like a hot coal in his chest. He was so in love with this woman.
"So what does Georgie Lane like for breakfast?" he finally said, breaking their romantic musings. She was taken off guard. Oh yes, she was, he took her at her word that she wanted breakfast from him. Georgie slowly sat up and inched herself towards him. "You. Just you." She whispered, reaching for him and when he enveloped her in his arms, she said, "I love you too!"