She had been almost right, Georgie mused as she watched the floors climb higher in the elevator. It had taken a little more than a week before her family had started pressuring her to return to Paris. Alexis had been subtle, hinting around about the importance of finishing what she started and the value of a good education. Maxie had been far blunter. She had outright asked when she was leaving every single time they had seen each other for the past five days.
Her dad's reaction had been exactly what she expected. Mac had grumbled, tried to cut off Maxie or Alexis whenever they brought it up; she wasn't entirely convinced he didn't move her passport out of her purse and into his office for the sole purpose of trying to keep her from her flight, but in the end he had taken her to the airport and hugged before sending her down the maze of security check points and customs. Kristina had whimpered but bravely insisted she was fine and reminded Georgie she had been promised a present from Paris that she hadn't received yet.
It was Robin's reaction, or rather her non-reaction, that was throwing Georgie for a loop. She had expected Robin and Morgan to be wrapped up in each other for a little while but Robin had almost completely cut off contact with the entire family. If she hadn't gone by her cousin's apartment the other day to say goodbye, Georgie would swear Robin wouldn't have a clue she was back across the ocean. It was probably nothing and Robin would be back to her old self in no time, she had tried to reassure herself. Mac wouldn't allow her to cut out the family forever. It was just a reaction to keep Morgan safe after what just happened. With a little time, she reasoned, it would all be back to normal.
As the ancient elevator shuddered to a stop, Georgie shook herself from thoughts of home. There was little she could do right now other than turn right around and buy a return ticket to the States, something she was sure no one would really appreciate. Pulling her bags behind her as she made her way down the hall, she reminded herself almost her entire family had wanted her to go on this trip in the first place. Going back home now would be just one more thing that Logan, Courtney, and Emily had succeeded in taking from them and she would be damned if they took anymore.
Of course the fact that she was making her way down the hall to Steven's room had very little to do with that stance, she told herself with a smirk. Who was she kidding? It had everything to do with her mood right now. Whether it made her selfish or just human, right now her entire being was changing focus from the drama she had just escaped to one Steven Webber.
She had missed him more than she had thought she would, an impressive feat since Georgie had assumed she would miss him. Georgie had taken to blushing when she caught snippets of the song "Georgie Girl" on the radio or on the TV. She was never an oldies type girl so her sudden devotion to the song had been rather tricky to explain to her family. Thankfully Kristina's return had been a welcome diversion from them picking too closely into her newfound interest in sixties music. Pausing outside his door, she quickly ran a hand through her hair to make sure she didn't look a total mess from the flight. Knocking quickly she shifted from one foot to other, hoping he was home and she wasn't going to follow plan B, go back to her dorm and make her way over after Ronnie and Lindsay fell asleep.
The shoot had run late and that had caused him to be late picking Georgie up from the airport. Of course, she hadn't been there, so he had headed over to her hotel, but her roommates denied her ever getting there. This was the only place he could think she would come. If she wasn't here, he supposed he could try every bookstore in Paris. God, he felt like an asshole.
Rounding the corner, he almost smacked right into her. She was beautifully disheveled lost in a circle of her three suitcases. He stared down into her eyes and she blushed, but he had no idea why. Picking a leaf out of her hair, he stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand. "Hi."
By all rights Georgie realized she should be furious with him. He had promised to pick her up at the airport but hadn't shown, causing her to waste money on a cab, for the simple reason the subways continued to freak her out here. But all it took was one look at the guilt etched clearly across his face for any ill will to disappear. "Hey." She smiled softly and couldn't help but tease him. "This sure doesn't look like the baggage claim."
Steven's face fell. "I'm so sorry. By the time the shoot was over, you were already gone." He wouldn't blame her if she never forgave him. It wasn't like she was familiar with the subway systems, even though she would never admit it aloud. "Forgive me?"
She pursed her lips into a fake pout, as if she was really thinking about not forgiving him. The big goof, she thought. If she was really mad at him, she wouldn't have come here first. She would have gone to her own room, rounded up her roommates, and cornered him with them right behind her. "I don't know." Georgie drawled. "You might have to make it up to me."
Steven couldn't help himself: he smirked. Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded and unlocked the door to his room so that they wouldn't be forced to have the rest of the conversation in the hallway. His neighbors might always be yelling in French, but he knew they understood English.
Matching his smirk with one of her own, she watched as he held the door open for her. "And just what makes you think I am going in there with you?"
Steven turned quickly and it was his turn to blush. "I wasn't insinuating...I just thought you'd want to be out of the hallway." He insisted quietly.
He was adorable when he blushed, but she still felt bad about teasing him. Georgie reached out for his hand and linked their fingers. "Help me with my suitcases?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Steven reached behind her and managed to get a hold of two while she got the lighter of the three. He closed the door behind him and watched her walk around the room as if she had never been in it before.
"You've cleaned up the place." She remarked. The clothes were put away, or at least shoved under the bed she reasoned. The laptop sat next to a pile of neatly stacked papers. The bed was made. She tried not to look at the bed too long; turning quickly she met his eyes. "All for me?"
"I figured it was better than running up your cell phone bill. I told myself I'd clean every time I thought about you..." Steven explained.
"Wish I would have thought of that. Of course I don't think my family would have let me come back if I had."
"Cleaning or thinking about me?"
"Cleaning. Thinking about you was a given."
Crossing the room, Steven wrapped her in his arms and hugged her to him, just holding her for a few moments. He had missed her more than he had thought he would; there was no way to recreate her scent when she was gone, the same went for the way she felt in his arms.
"I missed this so much." She murmured into his arms.
"I missed you too." Steven agreed rubbing his hands up and down her arms in a soothing rhythm. "I was sure they were going to keep you longer and I'd have to fly back and snatch you up."
"Nope. I was such a mope they almost shoved me on the plane." When he didn't respond right away, Georgie lifted her head off his chest and caught his gaze with her own. She could look into his blue eyes for hours and never get bored she decided. "What are you thinking about?"
Steven figured he had two options: he could tell her or he could show her. It had been far too long since he had kissed her and he was going to have to do something about that right now. Ducking his head quickly, he pressed a soft kiss to her full lips.
Pulling back slightly, she smiled at him. "Now that was more than what I had in mind to welcome me back."
"Oh just give me a minute." Steven promised kissing her again, this time deepening it until she moaned against his mouth.
"Steven," she whimpered.
He let his hands roam up and down her back until he managed to push away the corner of her pink shirt and ease it up. The kiss grew more and more frenzied as the seconds ticked by; he knew he'd never tire of her peppermint taste.
A shudder eased its way through her as she felt his fingers caress her bare back. His touch was feather-light, but she could feel every movement he made. Reveling in the sensation, she pulled his face down to pull his lower lip toward her.
Flexing his hands on impulse, he bunched his fingers in her shirt and continued to drag it up, his thumbs brushing boldly against the hem of her white bra. Her arms swooped around his neck and he walked them backwards until they reached the bed at which point they fell into a tangle of arms and legs.
He told himself he would back off just as soon as she told him to. Granted, he currently had a pretty good hold of her mouth and arms as he let the kiss intensify a few degrees and pulled the shirt over her head. Having had her eyes closed, Georgie suddenly looked up at him, practically reading his thoughts. He placed his hands on top of the mattress on either side of her head and allowed them both to take a few gulps of air. "God, you're pretty."
She could feel the blush working its way up her neck and into her face. "Thank you," she murmured looking away quickly and focusing on the buttons of his green button-down shirt. Putting her fingers to work on the buttons, she glanced back up at him. Leaning up to kiss him quickly, she fell back down and continued her task.
Steven's fingers ran over hers and he worked at the buttons she had yet to get to, helping her pull it off of him. Sliding his hands over her waist, he hoisted her deeper into the mattress so that they wouldn't tumble off. As her fingers swept over his bare chest, he fought to keep his eyes open and on hers. Her touches were at once quick and lingering and that was about the time he noticed some discomfort in his gray slacks.
If he didn't stop touching her, he was going to drive her crazy. If he did stop, he had a death wish. It was as simple as that. Georgie threaded her fingers through his curly hair and pulled him down towards her once again.
The fastener on her bra gave with a simple slide of his fingers; he carefully pulled the small cups from her breasts and pressed his open mouth to one puckered nipple. She turned her wrists and the result was her nails digging into the skin at his neck but it didn't hurt and he could tell it wasn't voluntary. He circled the wet, ruby-red nipple with his tongue and started to suck her gently.
Her nails left his neck and strolled down his back until they found his belt and reached between their bodies to unfasten the hook. He sat up slowly, his mouth releasing her vulnerable nipple with a pop, as she pulled the belt away and peeled down his pants leaving him clad in his boxers. He thought about asking her if she was sure, but he was half terrified she would change her mind. Already in a sitting position, Georgie slipped her hands beneath the edge of her skirt and tugged it down, letting it fall to her feet and kicking it free.
She could read the questions clearly in his eyes. Pulling him close for a quick kiss, she rested her forehead against his, her fingers moving all over his shoulders and chest. "I'm sure Steven." She whispered. "I'm sure."
"Thank God." Steven breathed grasping blindly at the nightstand drawer to search for a condom. Georgie kissed him and he devoted himself to returning some of the pleasure she was giving him while still searching frantically for the condom.
She could feel herself being pushed further into the mattress and sighed as he lowered his lips to kiss her collarbone and made his way down her chest once more. "Just so you know, this does qualify as making it up to me for ditching me today."
"I'm so glad. I can't stand to have you mad at me." Steven assured her.
"Believe me. Mad is the furthest thing from my mind right now."
Smiling his victory at having located a condom, Steven started to remove his boxers but Georgie swatted his hands away and took over the task. While he had been in a hurry, she was content with taking her time. He breathed through his nose when he felt the boxers slide over his hips and her hands roam over his lower body without a hint of modesty. "Georgie." He whispered urgently.
"What?" She managed in her best innocent voice.
"Stop teasing." Steven begged raggedly.
She didn't stop the movements of her hands, wanting to learn every inch of him. "Don't wanna." She managed to breathe out between pants.
"Oh yeah?" Steven lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at her.
"Yeah."
Steven grabbed her wrists and flung them over her head, their mouths meeting on a gargled groan. He noticed that she was still partially dressed and swept his hands up the inside of her thighs to yank her panties down and off. She lifted her hips off of the mattress and he was able to pull them free. He barely resisted the temptation to surge into her, even though his body trembled in his haste to suppress it. Rolling the condom on, he kneed her thighs apart and settled between them, his breath hissing through his teeth as the tip of his shaft slid into her.
Georgie's breath caught on a scream; he refused to thrust until her body adjusted to his size and firmness. She was shaking so hard in his arms he started talking to her. His words were little more than mumbles, but the effort seemed to relax her a little. He slipped a little deeper and she lost a moan in his mouth. Each time he stopped, he would let the sensations build and build, only moving when his name trembled off her lips.
Of all the women he had been with, this feeling coursing through him was new and unfamiliar. He didn't want to have sex with Georgie; he wanted to make love to her. She was everything he had always wanted; he had never realized until now that something was actually missing from his life. Saying so would seem so trite right now, but he told himself he would say it, whatever it was, when the time was right.
"Steven." It was only two syllables, but she had managed to make it sound as if his name had fifteen. The last thing she had planned on finding in Paris was a guy, much less this man. Had it only been a few short months since she had first seen him in Italy and now they were here? "Please." She begged him. "Please."
"Only for you." Steven promised, reveling in how ready she was for him. Surging into her, he brought her to climax and found his own halfway there. She was still shivering when he came down from his own high. Words would have been too much, so he dropped his cheek to her chest and fell asleep.