?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
16 November 2005 @ 01:22 am
 

Hey all!  I had to take a break in the George Harrison/Eric Clapton fic I was writing because (being a perfectionist)it's not working exactly how I planned, and therefore is driving me mad.
So to vent, it is a piece of somewhat fluff.

Insomnolence
Pairing: George/Paul
rating: PG

~`~Insomnolence~`~

Groggy eyes took in the unfamiliar room.  Every room nowadays was unfamiliar.  The only constant was the warm body besides him- head was buried in the pillows with the blanket drawn nearly over his head.

As for Paul, well Paul had always been somewhat of an early riser.  He slowly peeled the blanket down, revealing a peacefully slumbering face. 

“George?”  He said softly, wrapping his arm around the sleeping man and holding him close.  As much as Paul absolutely hated being late, He didn’t want to give up his cozy position.  But mostly he hated to wake the “baby Beatle”.

George fancied himself as remarkably clever, but no amount of sneaking about could hide the fact that it he’d only gotten to sleep about an hour before Paul awoke.  Deep, dark circles beneath his eyes revealed what George, for some unknown reason, wanted to keep secret.  On more than one occasion Paul had awoken to find George sitting silently, cross-legged in a chair, gazing out the window watching the sunrise.

It was something he never quite understood.  Obviously the touring business was exhausting and the rest of them (after a little well-earned partying  ) mostly just dropped into their beds at the end of the day. 

“Mm…what time issit?”

Paul laughed, and gazed down into warm (albeit hazy) brown eyes.

“Seven.”

George curled lazily around him, resting his head on Paul’s shoulder.

“What time did you get to sleep, love?”

George kept his head down, trying to avoid some sort of confrontation over his sleeping (or lack thereof) patterns. “I dunno…. maybe 5:30.”  He replied casually, trying to keep the fatigue out of his voice. 

“You’re gonna keel over one of these days.” Paul said evenly.

The trick was to never sound as concerned as you really were. 

“I do worry about you sometimes.  You’ve got dark circles.  You look half dead.”  Paul lifted George’s chin to get a better look.  He looked so tired, so troubled.  It was nearly physically painful to see it.

“Being with you helps.”  George responded softly, not blinking.  His eyes betraying the intensity in which he believed the statement.     

‘I can’t help you half as much as I’d like.’ Paul thought sadly, placing a kiss into George’s hair.  He couldn’t save him, but he could love him all the same.

 
 
Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: Alright for Now- Tom Petty
 
 
 
oh_johnny_ on November 16th, 2005 12:00 pm (UTC)
Mmm. I like this. Nice job.
mrsfjl66mrsfjl66 on November 16th, 2005 10:11 pm (UTC)
mmm so sweet. and hot...tell me more.
Ferahgoferahgo on November 17th, 2005 12:47 am (UTC)
So cute. :)

Just so you know, I read the cut text as "In wanking." THIS COMMUNITY HAS WARPED MY INNOCENT LITTLE MIND.

:p
(Anonymous) on November 17th, 2005 07:31 pm (UTC)
Eric/George
Is your Eric Clapton/George fic posted online somewhere?

This was great, by the way.
pattieonopattieono on November 18th, 2005 02:43 am (UTC)
hee hee ..and I know you just LOVE George's guitar solos on the Tom Petty stuff......