Reality may have had it's reasons, but I prefer to believe Elvis Harte is alive and well. He and Georgie Lane left Afghanistan with their respective units and once back in the UK their new life together began to unfold. I do not own these characters. They are the creation of Tony Grounds. I am just borrowing them to enjoy in my alternate universe. This is my first venture into fanfiction and would like to develop a series of one-shots under the mantle of "Elvis and Georgie Forever." I welcome feedback and hope you enjoy!
"A Warm Embrace"
The sun was just peeking over the horizon casting a dim light in the room as a harsh wind beat against the window. She knew it had to be frigid outside but Georgie was pleasantly comfortable and warm. She was snug against Elvis' side with her head resting on his chest beneath his left shoulder. He was still asleep. The slow rise and fall of his chest along with the sound of his beating heart lulled her, and beckoned her, to close her eyes and return to sleep as well. Her left leg was intertwined with his and she snuggled closer. Slowly and rhythmically Georgie fingered the fine black hairs on his chest. She looked up to see if he was waking, but no, Elvis was sound asleep. He looked peaceful and content. Georgie gazed at his face and smiled, remembering all the passion they had shared during the hours before she awakened.
The wind rattled against the window again. Elvis stirred ever so slightly and tightened his embrace with his left arm. Georgie slid her arm around his belly and nestled closer still. Then she drew her hand up and touched the gold band on her ring finger with her thumb. In her mind's eye she recalled the moment he placed it on her finger. How he gently held her hand and looked into her eyes. His own bright with love and raw emotion…and that inimitable Elvis smile that rolled across his lips when it was placed. They married within two months after returning from Afghanistan. Georgie did not want to plan yet another involved wedding. So, despite her mum's protestations that she have a "traditional" wedding day, Georgie decided, and Elvis went along with the idea, to have a small, intimate ceremony with only family, 2 Section and Elvis' Team.
The only new comer to the celebration was Laura. Georgie had never met her prior to their reconciliation of course, and had been understandably nervous about meeting Laura for the first time. But that child was so endearing that she captured Georgie's heart almost immediately.
Although she had her mother's light hair, Laura was most certainly her daddy's girl. She had his dark, mischievous eyes and smile.
The adjustment at being back home and now married was a work in progress for both of them. Their careers were changing and she hoped Elvis would not regret he chose to resign from tours of duty. Georgie worried her lip as these thoughts danced through her mind. Then she realized this was the happiest she had been in oh so long. For all the dreams and tearful nights past she finally was with her Elvis. She looked up at his face again, a slow smile curling her lips. Then she pressed them together to keep from laughing as she slowly racked her nails down the hair leading to his navel and below. Elvis startled awake and found Georgie resting her chin on his chest looking at him ever so innocently. He stared at her, blinking the sleep away. Dark hair partially shielding his chocolate eyes. His appearance made her heart lurch and she smiled at him. Elvis rubbed a hand across his face and returned the smile. "George" he said softly.
She leaned forward and tenderly brushed the hair from his face. All the while Elvis watched her with sleepy, but twinkling eyes. "Good morning love," she said as she cupped his cheek in her palm, kissing him softly on the lips. "I love you," Elvis said with a husky voice as he deepened the kiss and drew her into his warm embrace.