Georgie chewed her lip "We're going to the hospital. You need to have your hand looked at by a doctor."
"You know what I mean Georgie!" Elvis looked at her and gripping her hand tightly in his good one and continued "I told you last time we were here that I have loved you from the first time I saw you and that I would love you to my very last, that hasn't changed."
Georgie looked down at his hand holding hers. "I know you do Elvis." she said softly "But us loving each other was never the problem. It's a matter of the trust between us."
"Oh what and you don't trust me any more? Is that it? Is it?" Elvis responded, not angry but frustrated once more. "What do I need to do to get you to trust me again?" He drew a ragged breath "With everything we've done together in the last weeks, and today, you still can't trust me? I followed you here; I've worked with you in the camp. I even got shot protecting you and you still don't trust me. I don't know what I can do or say any more."
Georgie looked at him once more seeing the frustration painted across his handsome features. She didn't really know what she could say to him. Over the last few weeks in the camp she had come to rely on him. And she had realised that no matter what was going on, he would always be there for her, with that bloody cheeky grin of his plastered on his face, protecting and frustrating her.
As she let go of his hand, she let go of all the doubts and troubles she had been carrying with her since the day he failed to show for their wedding, sending poor bloody Charles to face the music. Georgie had been so hurt that day she had thought that she would never recover, never forgive him but here she was. She had told her family and Molly that it was time to let go of it all and move on. She hoped that it was too a much brighter future.
Georgie looked deeply into Elvis' chocolate brown eyes; she noticed again the tiny gold flecks that you could only see if you were close enough. She knew she had to tell him now, tell him the truth of her feelings.
"Well?" Elvis demanded "What do I need to do? Whatever it is I'll do it, just tell me Georgie."
"Nothing," Georgie whispered "nothing." She swallowed softly before saying "You don't need to do anything Elvis. I need...I need to do it. I have done it, I've let go of the hurt and I'm trusting you into the future."
"Our future?" Elvis queried gently.
Georgie nodded her head slowly."Yeah...our future." she sighed.
Elvis' face lit up, his eyes transformed into warm pools that Georgie thought she could drown in. His uninjured hand reached up to cup her cheek. She leaned into the warmth of his hand. His thumb glided over her cheek as his ring and pinky fingers curled around her jaw. "I love you Georgie girl." he breathed as he leaned in towards her, his eyes flitting over her face.
"I know." Georgie responded as Elvis' lips pressed hers tentatively. Georgie's hands automatically reached for him, her brain losing focus on everything except for where their lips touched. Georgie eventually broke away from Elvis' lips; time had stood still for both of them.
Elvis' injured hand had snaked its way around to the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. His good hand had drifted from her jaw to wrap itself in the silken strands of her hair. "I love you Georgie." he whispered again.
"Just don't hurt me again." she answered in a delicate voice "Don't let me down."
Elvis shook his head, his forehead pressed against hers. "No, I won't" he responded "Never, never again, I promise. Their lips came together once more. Elvis pulled her closer still so she had to straddle his thighs. His hands kept her steady as she held onto his shoulders. Elvis wanted to taste her so he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
His good hand gripped her hair and he gently tugged on it so her head tilted backwards. His lips kissed along her jaw line, his tongue touching her skin. His mouth trailed down her throat and then returned to her sweet lips.
Elvis' hand pushed her hair back over her shoulder and then glided down the front of her dress to find the row of small buttons there. But he struggled to get them undone using only one hand, the damaged one being of little use.
Georgie giggled and then pushed Elvis' hand away. Her eyes held his as she began to release the buttons. Elvis' eyes drifted down to watch her soft flesh become exposed. He pushed the dress down from her shoulders and ran a line of kisses along her collarbone. Once Georgie finished unbuttoning hers, she reached for Elvis shirt buttons.
Elvis' fingers ran over the fine lace and satiny fabric of her bra. It was so different to the utility one she wore on missions or field training. This one was soft and feminine. His lips left trails of goose bumps across the swell of her breast.
Georgie managed to strip Elvis' shirt from his body and ran her hands over his well toned shoulders and chest. His body was almost too hot to touch. Their lips met as Georgie shuffled backwards until she stood in front of him and let her dress slip to the floor.
Elvis reached out to drag her back to him. His nose traced lazy circles around her belly button as his hands held her.
Georgia ran her fingers through his hair. She had always loved the feel of his hair. It was so soft and he wore it slightly longer than he should have but he got away with it. His hair gave him that "devil may care" look, along with the smile but Georgie knew that when push came to shove, Elvis was a true professional.
She could feel his warm breath on her skin between the kisses he was placing on her stomach just above her pantie line.
Elvis was hungry for Georgie's lips again so he pushed her back so he could stand in front of her, capturing her lips with his. His hands travelled over her body, remembering the dips and curves of her flesh.
Georgie's hands remembered the strength of his muscles and the softness of his skin, until it came to the fresh scar on his abdomen. Her fingers feathered over it, memorising the now marked skin that had once been so smooth.
In the haze of remembering and discovery they had managed to manoeuvre themselves across the room, finally bumping into the desk. Elvis lifted Georgie up and sat her on the desktop, pushing her knees apart so he could stand closer. He kissed his way down her throat until he met her shoulder, where he gently nipped at her skin.
Georgie's fingers fumbled with the buckle on his belt. She wasn't sure if she was being distracted by the feelings that Elvis was creating in her or if she was just eager to get him stripped of his clothes. She finally managed to get the buckle undone and pulled from the belt loops. She set to work on his pants as his palms skimmed over her shoulders and drifted down to her bra strap.
"Georgie...Georgie," he whispered breathlessly "are you sure?" He looked into her eyes trying to read her thoughts, he didn't want to rush things and have it go "Pete Tong" again.
Georgie smirked at him and responded by biting her lip "Mmm..." She felt her bra clasp come undone and it drift down as Elvis cupped her breasts. She slipped her hands into his pants to cup his butt cheeks. She pulled back sharply. "You're commando?"
"Special forces Geor." he mumbled as he nibbled her earlobe.
She dug her fingernails into his taut butt cheeks "Commando!"
Elvis laughed a little. "In the rush this afternoon, to get you here, I forgot to pack any clean jocks." Georgie dissolved into her own laughter "Oh Elvis you.." Her mocking was cut short as Elvis dipped his head and took one of her nipples into the liquid fire that was his mouth.
Georgie wrapped her legs around Elvis' waist, drawing him into her. She hadn't managed to get his pants off of him and she could feel his erection pressing against her. Elvis ran his velvety tongue up the valley between her breasts before kissing her. His hands swept up her thighs before picking her up once more by her behind. Her legs clamped to his waist kept his pants from falling down as he made his way over to the bed.
Elvis lowered her to the bed, never breaking the passionate kisses they shared and he removed her satin and lace panties, almost without her noticing. He even managed to get his own pants off.
As Elvis kissed his way down her body, building the sensations under her skin, Georgie murmured "I love you Elvis." She could feel him smile against her delicate flesh and then the flick of his tongue. She sighed in contentment.
Later she heard "I'll always love you Georg." as they melted into one another.
