Can I have a “Dance with me” with George?
I’m so soft for dancing fics wow
There was a pregnant pause in the record and you got up, concerned that it was broken. As you leaned over to lift the needle, Elvis began to croon again, engulfing the room in his velvety song.
You set your wine glass down, turning to George excitedly who looked close to falling asleep on the bed. You scoffed and took his hands, tugging him up.
“Mmph, no, I wanna sleep,” George whined, taking you in his arms and trapping you against his chest. His hair tickled your nose and you laughed, squirming away.
“No!” you squealed, breaking from his hold. You tugged him up, pouting.
“Come on, dance with me,” you pleaded, making your best puppy dog eyes. George opened one eye and sighed, reluctantly sliding off the bed.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, love,” he harrumphed, wrapping his arms around your neck and swaying, eyes still half closed but at least he was keeping time.
“Like a river flows, surely to the sea,” you sang along quietly, leaning in close to George like the world consisted of nothing but you and him in this moment.
“Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be,” George harmonized with Elvis, a flurry of notes swirling around you.
“We get it, Beatle, you’re talented.”
You stuck your tongue out but it was playful. George pecked your forehead, nuzzling his nose in your hair.
“Not like you, my darling.” You rested your cheek on his shoulder, letting his body move yours in time to the music.
“I love you. So much,” he sighed in your ear, like the magnitude of those words took his breath away.
“I love you more,” you smiled against his neck, butterfly kissing the skin.
“Not possible,” George murmured, adjusting his arms so they were secured around you more firmly.
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