Cathy's P.O.V

"Cathy! I'm so glad you turned up!" George's shadowy eyes light up enthusiastically as I quietly sit beside him on the sand.

"Ringo said you needed to talk to me." I answer uncooperatively, but deep down I'm mentally kicking myself for being so harsh.

"Yes, I do." He looks down at the sand with a nervous snicker, and I can't help but admire the way his dark eyelashes cast shadows across his cheekbones, "I didn't think you'd talk to me, though."

"Well?" I ask impatiently, and a flash of grief glints in his eyes (I kind of wish he was wearing those huge sunglasses so I wouldn't have to see him hurt), "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well," he stabs his finger into the sand and begins to draw, "about us…I guess. And about what happened last night…"

"I don't really want to talk about it…" I reply coldly, still infuriated (and really embarrassed) by what had happened, "if Ringo had told me I was coming here to discuss your sex life with Pattie, I wouldn't have come down here."

"Oh." George is left speechless and unsure how to change my foul mood, so continues to draw in the sand.

We sit in a small cave off the beach, and the isolation from the rest of the world just makes things seem more awkward. He reveals his drawing with a proud grin plastered across his face, and in the sand "George loves Cathy" is scrawled in a wobbly heart. My whole body trembles with the passionate throb of my aching heart, but I don't let on that I'm interested and sniff unfeelingly; I refuse to back down this time. George now sits silently, pretending to casually watch the waves lapping at the beach, but I notice his nervous eyes flickering back to me at intervals.

"To be honest, Cathy," he sighs, staring out to sea, "the only reason I slept with Pattie in the first place was out of guilt."

"What do you mean?" I ask quietly, still refusing to meet his gaze.

"Well, I know I should be in love with my wife," George explained awkwardly, "so I thought…sleeping with her would rekindle the love I had when we first met…"

"Oh," I answer venomously, and stand up to leave George alone on the beach, "I'm glad you've managed to save your marriage then, I hope you're happy together for a long time…"

"Cathy, wait!" George hot hand grabs my wrist, and pulls me back down to the sand, "you're not listening!"

"I'm listening, alright!" I growl, and for the first time in days look him dead in the eye, "and I wish I hadn't listened to you…because now I feel used! I feel like you used me as a remedy for your broken marriage. At least now I know I've been wasting my time on you, and I can put an end to this before I make an even bigger fool out myself. And another thing-"

My heated rant comes to an abrupt end as George's hands are on each side of my face, desperately trying to hold me still. I struggle and try to prize myself free from his clutches. I hope that someone will see this and intervene before I seriously hurt the Beatle. What is he doing? He's only making this conversation much harder than it already is!

"Let me go, George!" I protest and continue to thrash out, "Leave me alone!"

George doesn't speak; he just forces his lips against mine and stifles my angry screeching. At first, I'm furious. How dare he do this to me after basically admitting he wants his wife over me! Why is he treating me like this and confusing my heart? What did I do to deserve this? I try to pull myself away from the kiss, but his hands are holding me tight to him and I gradually grow drained from fighting a losing battle. I hate him…I…think I hate him, anyway. And now…now I feel the disgust begin to disperse, and the anger rising in my chest is subdued. His kisses are like a drug, and I can't help but succumb to the sweet sensation. His warm lips brush the corner of my trembling mouth and I just about collapse into his arms; I can't fight him…I love him too much. He's kissing me full on the lips again, as a lover…as my man.

"You don't understand," George whispers gently into my mouth, "I haven't used you to fix my marriage! I slept with Pattie out of guilt…because I know I'm too much in love…with you."

"I…I love you too." is all I manage to breathe before George's tongue is back in my mouth, "So, what now?"

"Back to my room?" George smiles seductively, and kisses the inside of my wrist.

"What about Pattie?" I ask anxiously, but George still eagerly persists.

"She's gone out for a drive with her sister Jenny along the coastline," George mumbles, sensually rubbing noses with me, "she'll be out of the way for at least another hour. We have plenty of time."

I can't argue with that! We're soon rushing back to the hotel and racing up flights of everlasting stairs to George's room. Running hand in hand to the heaven of a Beatle's bed is exhilarating, and I can't remember the last time I smiled this much! We pass John in the hallway who shouts encouragingly at his band mate, giving us both zealous thumbs up. When we reach his room, George practically throws the door open and once we're inside makes sure to lock it behind him; there's no way we'll be interrupted this time! The first thing that strikes me is that guitarist's room is much nicer than mine, and I spend a moment or two silently admiring the fancy décor and luxury around me; the last time I stumbled into this room…the décor was honestly the last thing I noticed. I hear George clearing his throat and a strange sensation, like I'm falling down really fast, quickly builds inside me. This is it.

"Are you ready?" He asks me quietly, raising a thick eyebrow flirtatiously.

"Yes!" I reply enthusiastically, but there are violent butterflies fluttering nervously in my stomach.

He paces up to me with a predatory grin, and I'm soon lost in his arms as he hungrily lowers me onto the lavish bed. I can smell Pattie's perfume on the pillow, and the icy dread returns as I imagine her walking in on us; but George helps take my mind off this as his lips find their way to mine, and I'm reaching up to unbutton his shirt. He's so gentle as he delicately brushes the wispy strands of hair away from my blushing cheeks and tenderly kisses my jawline. His hands dance effortlessly along my body, and soon my silk blouse is thrown across the room to join his creased shirt on the floor. His teeth brush along the exposed skin, and I've already managed to undo the stiff belt of his jeans; he slowly pulls back to remove the denim and his underwear…and I'm astounded. Illuminated in the dim light of the fading sunlight cascading the window, he's just beautiful. George smiles modestly at my flabbergasted expression, and a nervous chuckle escapes his parted lips. He gets to work releasing me from the last of my clothes, and we're soon entwined in each other's arms amongst the tangled bed sheets. As his warm skin skims against me I realise that I've never felt so complete in my entire life. His handsome face and flowing, wavy hair is all I see as he lays over me, his dark eyes constantly locked onto mine with burning desire. As I adoringly wrap my limbs around his naked form I know he's mine.

I hear the floorboards creak just outside of the door, and I'm certain I see the door knob rattle as someone tries to urgently enter the room. My heart stops, and I freeze beneath George with pure terror; who could that be? Surely not Pattie! George reassured me she'd be gone for at least another hour. The guitarist seems to notice this intrusion too, but refuses to leave me in the midst of our passion now, and his lips are forcing themselves back on mine. I want to say something…but I'm left wordless as George eagerly returns to his love making. Whoever it is out there, they can wait!

As we reach the finish line together, breathless and covered in a delicate sheet of sweat, my chest brims with a sensation I've never felt before; Pure love. George rolls from on top of me and lies drowsily on his back beside me, entangling his slender fingers with mine. We lay there for a few moments, still completely blown away by the dreamlike physical chemistry we just shared, and I struggle to find the right words to sum up the incredible experience. I absentmindedly turn to face George, who lies with his head thrown back on the pillow, and watch his adam's apple quiver as his racing pulse steadies itself. My fingers are on his chest, tracing invisible patterns along his taught stomach and rising chest. He turns to gaze amorously into my eyes, and his smiling teeth glint in the pale moonlight. Neither of us ever want to leave this place…but sadly, life is never that simple.

"Well," I sigh reluctantly, "I guess I better get going before Pattie turns up…"

"When will I see you again?" George asks intensely and his brow has knitted into a charming frown.

"I don't know. It's just…it's hard with Pattie around," I admit quietly, clambering out of the bed to hurriedly collect my rumpled clothes, "we can't just do this whenever we want. I guess we'll just have to meet up again next time she leaves the hotel."

"No, I can't wait that long." George replies firmly, as though convincing himself that Pattie needs to be moved out of the picture, "I won't be able to stand it! How the hell am I supposed to resist you?"

"We'll just have to try." I quickly button up my blouse and kiss comfortingly him on the forehead, "We'll find a way around this, Georgie. I promise."

"No," he gets out of bed, and his physical beauty is enough to knock the breath out of my lungs, "No, I'll just have to get rid of Pattie…somehow."

"How?" I ask fretfully as he throws on his jeans.

"Well," he replies breathlessly, and his arms have snaked their way around my waist to pull me close, "I'll just have to think up an excuse for her to go home…trust me, Cathy. We will be together again soon."

"It's sad isn't it?" I breathe, resting my head against his bared collar bone.

"What?" he asks concerned, running his fingers through my ruffled hair.

"Well, we've only got another four days together before we finish filming." I could cry.

"It doesn't have to be that way." George replies frankly, and we're soon kissing again before I'm forced to sneak out of the hotel room to the lobby downstairs.

Whilst descending the stairs, I pass Pattie who stands staring into space with a distant, watery look in her eyes and her lips curled into a bitter grimace. As I quickly pass her (keeping my head down and eyes on the floor) I can feel her pained eyes follow my every move. Shit! Well now I know who was stood outside George's hotel room…

A/N – Oh yeaaah! Thought it was about time I included a steamy chapter XD looks like Pattie is finally off the GeorgeXCathy scene.