And I love her (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

George flipped some eggs with the lighthanded experience of a cook and looked back when he heard rustling from the sheets behind him and a call. If he was really honest with himself, George had been quite nervous. If Chelsea posseased one thing then it was temper, this and a brutal left hook. And he was sure that if the Blonde would understand anything wrong then he was in for trouble.

"Good mawning, swee'hear', breakfas' is almos' ready.", the Londoner said and turned his head. His hair was dripping with some water from the shower he he took before and some single drops ran down his slim back, glistening in the morning light and accenting his features. When the eggs were done he put them aside and walked over to Chelseay sat beside her like he did last night, when she begged him to stay with her, and smiled. He lifted one hand and cupped her cheek as they looked into each others eyes.

"That was a wonderful night, was'nt it?", he said softly and stroked the soft flesh of the scousers face with his thumb. He tried to be his usual carefree self but with Chelsea it was different. He knew how fragile she was, how a joke or anything else too freely spoken would repell her. So they looked into each others eyes for some time before George finally decided that there was no use in sugarcoating things.

"Whenever you need it again, someone to show you what you are worth, that holds you and cares about you, you know, go to the pub of your trust.", he chuckled and then took Chelseas hand, kissing it like the gentleman he was. "A lady like you deserves nothing less.", he added.

[CaptainL]

As she looked back at a nearly-naked George cooking her breakfast, Chelsea was at a loss for words. She stared down at his bare behind, her eyes wide and her face red; she felt ridiculous even knowing she was this captivated, and yet, she could feel something rise in her as she took in the sight. She bit at her lip, and she blinked a few times, each time trying to convince herself that this couldn't be happening; that it all had to be some ridiculous dream. No one could have wanted to do this for her, and she wouldn't have gone along with anything so absurd anyway. She knew full well that she should have jumped up and stormed off in a huff, most likely giving George a parting slap across the cheek for good measure. And yet...she couldn't bring herself to do that.

No matter how much she knew this was foolish, how much she knew she shouldn't have...Chelsea felt good. She was happy. Like no one else had, George had been able to see that beneath her hard-edged surface, she was hurting - and that she needed someone she could depend on, who could lift her spirits, who could tell her she was worth it. He had volunteered to be just that person. George didn't have to do all of this. He could have easily turned and ran away from her, just like everyone else had. But he hadn't. He'd done all of this out of the kindness of his heart, because he wanted to. And it was Chelsea who had brought this all out of him. She had never felt like she meant so much to anyone before this moment.

As he brought himself closer to the blonde, his hand stroking across her cheek, Chelsea lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. They were welling up with tears - and, as much as she wanted to suck them back in just to deny that she could ever be so emotional, she couldn't bring herself to do that. She couldn't bring herself to jerk her hand away, even as George lifted it to his lips. And she couldn't help but smile, content with everything she had in front of her, and everything he was willing to share with her. After how much George had done for her, it just wouldn't be fair for her to reject him. Especially not when she had yearned for all of this for so long, and only now had she finally been granted her wildest dreams. She didn't care if it wasn't true to herself. Or, more accurately, that it was more true to herself than anything else she had done.

Sniffling, Chelsea leaned in closer, bringing her hand up to hang off his wrist. She leaned her head in against the side of his hand, letting his palm cup her cheek. "...thank you, George..." she whispered, her voice soft and choked with tears. "You have no idea how much this all means to me...I never realized I'd ever...have anything quite like this..."

[RedShinigami]

If he was honest, George had prepared to get smacked in the face, shouted at and called names that would make Gordon Ramsey blush but then again, he had seen Chelsea, seen in what state she had been, noticed how this "cruel, cold and brutish" girl really was, how she wanted to be. And that was to be loved, to be cared for, to be treated like a lady. After all, even if Chelsea found the working class much more interesting, a girl always dreamt of a gentleman. And George, being an working class East End Original fitted her needs it seemed. He was down to earth while mysterious, he was a drinking buddy while being a classy gentleman and he knew how to treat a lady.

When he sat down and cupped Chelseas cheek without a second thought, he smiled when she looked at him with her big blue eyes, two shiny saphirelakes he wished to dive in and smiled too. "Hey Darling...",he whispered as Chelseq started crying again. He took off his apron and lifted the sheets, got under them and brought the Blonde into his lap. "Erm...sorry...",he said an shifted a little to not press his morningwood into the small of her back. When they were comfortable, George wrapped his arms around her slim waist and grabbed her hands with his, interlocking them.

"You are not regretting it, don't you?", he softly ask and kissed the back of her head. "I don't. I dreamt of it since I met you sweetheart. Don't ask me why, I told you already. Cause you deserve it. From now on you don't just have a pub to visit and drink your problems away, you have my home, my most private place, where you can visit as often as you want. What do you say? ", he smiled and raised their interlocked hands while his other one gently strocked the scousers flat stomach." Wanna give us a chance? Don' worry, I don't want you to move in all of a sudden but... ", he said and looked at their hands, tightly intertwined. "... I would be glad to call you sweetheart not just because I like you...", he whispered. Then his hand wandered up and cupped Chelseas head, softly turning it, looking her in the eyes.

" But because I love you.", he said softly. "Also I need you here because you aren the only one who drinks that dishwater, you call beer..." he chuckled with a wink, referring to Old speckled hen which he only imported because of Chelsea.

[CaptainL]

Darling. The sound of it made Chelsea pause for just a moment, a shiver running down her spine as a blush rose in her cheeks. She'd never expected to hear anything like it, and certainly not from George - when faced with the idea that people liked her, that they wanted to be around her and to be close to her, that was something she didn't know how to respond to. She would never have thought anyone would actually tolerate her company, let alone that they'd want to do anything like this with her. But she smiled all the same, even through the tears in her eyes - and she stood up a little straighter, nodding her head to George.

Before she could say anything more, he slipped off his apron - and no matter how much she'd deny it, Chelsea's eyes glanced downward for a fraction of a second out of reflex. Even still, she wouldn't catch more than a passing glimpse; George got into place behind her, pulling her into an embrace. As she felt the warmth of his skin running along her own, Chelsea let out a soft sigh, even if she blushed a little harder in the process. Her head rolled backward to rest against his shoulder, and her eyes drifted upward toward his face - where they met George's own, and no sooner had that happened that Chelsea's smile grew a little bit wider.

"No, no...it's okay. I'm not mad," she said. "And...I don't regret it either." As she listened to the bartender speak, Chelsea drifted closer against his side, folding her body inward against his. She let out a soft purr as she leaned in against his chest, her hand gently stroking over its contours while his fingers brushed over her stomach; the hairs rose on the back of her neck as a tingly sensation ran through her body. She felt so out of place, she felt so silly being here...but she felt comfortable. She felt happy. That was what it was important.

"You really...showed me something I never thought I'd get from anyone. But I'd...I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it. And you gave that to me, like no one else ever would. So...I should be thankful..." Chelsea scooted up closer against George. Her body was all but pressed into his side now, her arms looped around him. She couldn't believe what she was saying was this soft, this sentimental, but above all, it was sincere. She'd never felt like she was safe enough to show this side to anyone - but around George, she was safe. He wouldn't judge, and he would always care. After all, he loved her.

The Scouser did blush harder, going tense for a moment, when George talked about her moving in. Was he really thinking about making this so serious, so soon? Chelsea was vulnerable, and she was willing to open up now more than ever, but that was...a step beyond what she was prepared for. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts, but when she did, she cleared her throat, straightening herself beside George.

"That might be...er...a little soon," she said. "But...maybe." Her voice came through soft, and not without a flush coming to her cheeks, but she said it all the same. "Just...don't tell anyone. I feel like a plumb div saying this about you..."

Ironically, it wouldn't be George's advances that would draw Chelsea's ire. That would come when he called her favorite drink "dish water". After finally being treated with care and respect for perhaps the first time in her life, she was willing to give George a chance, but that was too far. Her eyes narrowing into a glare, she sat up straigher in George's lap, pushing back at his shoulders as she rose. "'ey, 'ey, now, wot did ye juss say, like!? I'll 'ave ye nah I'd much sooner drink dat den Peroni swill 'a yous-"

But Chelsea's outburst would soon be silenced by the sound of her stomach growling, and she stopped, glancing down at herself. In all of this, she'd let it slip her mind that George had cooked her breakfast - but now, her body was reminding her of that. "Er. Breakfast?"

[RedShinigami]

George smiled as he felt Chelsea lean against him. "Don't get me wrong Darling, I meant this is your home too. You don't have to move tomorrow but if you ever would like too...", he said and realized what all of this meant. The days or carefree fucking around were over. Chelsea was his girl now and he knew if he wanted his bones intact that he better walked on a tighter leash.

That was of course something George had to learn but was'nt his blonde angel worth it? They dated each other now. George always wanted that but that was just a first step. It was new to both to have someone who truly loved and understood you but they had found it in each other and the Londoner had to lie if this was'nt something he deeply enjoyed.

When he made his little joke, Chelsea offered the awaited reaction but in a much cuter form, looking up to him, scousering away, ready to defend her favourite beer against all odds. George just wrapped his arms around her as they heard her stomach growl and the Eastender nodded. "Made a proper english breakfast just for you, sweetheart. Heaven knows they don't manage to get it right here.", he sighed and placed a kiss on Chelseas lips, their naked bodies pressing against each other.


Then they got up and George gave Chelsea his shirt back while he slipped into some pants. The table was richly filled and George poured his love some tea.
"You know usually the girls are gone by now, so this is entirel new to me.", he quipped but could'nt hide the fact that he was still nervous as hell. The always cool, suave and joking pubowner was short on words and a bumbling trainwreck right now as they sat across from each other and started to eat in silence.

No words were spoken as both had their gaze down on the food and the tea, blushing and short for words. Whenever Chelsea looked at him, the Londoner looked at the table, clearing his throat. "I hope you like it.",he said and scratched the back of his head. What was there to say now. Well George could think of onehundred things but they all getting stuck in his throat when he looked at Chelsea.

So finally he decided to take action and stood up from the table, his chair almost dropping behind him as he walked over to Chelsea, took her and sat her behind on the table. There they stood looking at each other as George brushed Chelseas pony from her eyes. He grabbed both of her shoulders in a soft but firm grip and looked Chelsea, who was a his height now, straight in the eyes. And finally he found the courage to get it out, without any alcohol or drugs or anything help him, as he came closer. "I love you.", he said and it was as if a door had been unlocked as his lips moved all over the face of his new girlfriend followed by a declaration of his love everytime his lips met her skin. The Londoner kissed himself to Chelseas neck and embraced her tightly as his face remained pressed into her neck. "There...", he said with a muffled voice. "Do you finally believe it after I said it a hundred times?", he said and the tremor of a chuckle ripped through his body when he stated it.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea might have been flustered with George's questions, but in the end, she couldn't hold it against him for long. For one thing, after all he'd done for her, after he'd done all the things she never thought she'd ever get to know - all for her sake - she couldn't stay angry, knowing how much he cared. For another thing, she was too hungry to complain. But all the same, she wrapped her arms around him as he pulled her into a kiss, and she was quick to return it. Goosebumps stood up along her skin, running down the back of her neck and shoulders, as a tingle ran down her spine - she could feel the warmth of their bodies as they came together close, sharing in the soft sensation of every inch their bare skin met. Her arms ran down along his back, stroking over the contours of his lean muscles, while she held herself close against him. For now, it wouldn't matter. For now...she could feel fulfilled, wanted, loved, and above all, she could be happy.

Soon, she was at the table, fastening a few more buttons along George's shirt as she settled into place. She shivered a little against the cool air, reminding her of how exposed she truly was, and that caused her to blush just a little. But all it took was taking in a breath of the steam rising from her breakfast for her to let out a sigh, her body settling at ease and a smile coming to her face. Even if she was thousands of miles away...for just a brief moment, she felt at home. George really had captured a little bit of everything she'd left behind, and it made her eyes a little misty to think about it. He'd put all this effort in for her.

Those thoughts were lingering in her mind as she ate - but then, so were the thoughts that she hadn't expected this at all. She'd never thought anyone would find her worthy. It almost seemed too good to be true that she would find a good-looking, caring boy who truly wanted to give her everything she'd ever yearned for, and all so soon after a crushing and disappointing defeat. A part of her was expecting to wake up at any moment, sighing when she realized it was all a dream. But from the taste of the eggs she was eating, and the warm air drifting up from the cup of tea at her side, Chelsea knew it had to be real. She glanced up and down, occasionally regarding George with curiosity; she saw how tight-lipped he was, and she knew it wasn't like him. Normally, he'd be talking her ear off right now - such silence just didn't feel right. She had to wonder what was on his mind, but she could never find the words in her to speak up. It seemed like he couldn't, either. She mumbled a few words - "It's good, yeah..." - but she didn't manage much more than that. But maybe, she thought, he was thinking the same thing. Maybe she wasn't so alone.

At last, though, George made his move - he scooped Chelsea up, dropping her onto the table. The girl let out a yelp as she was taken by surprise - but when George gently brushed her hair aside, and as he took her by the shoulders, she stopped, staring back at him through unblinking eyes. She didn't know how much time passed; the moment seemed frozen in eternity. But soon George began to close in on her - and there, she heard it.

I love you.

Chelsea had been tickled by such thoughts before. But now that she was hearing them again, loud and clear, without the haze of inebriation to cloud her thoughts and feelings, they hit her that much harder. She knew that she'd felt something stir deep inside of her before, and she didn't think that feeling would be surpassed - but this proved her wrong. As she felt George's kisses travel along her neck, her body pressed in close, she could feel her heart beating faster; she almost wondered if George could feel it between how hard it thumped and how close they were. But she looked back up at him, and he nodded. Slowly but surely, her smile began to grow and grow, turning up at the corners, and the lights shone in her eyes even behind the thin film of tears that filled them. She pulled back from George a little - but it was to plant a kiss on his lips now. She was growing just a little more daring, but she could hardly help herself.

"...I'm not going to lie, George, I never thought this would ever happen...but that doesn't change the fact. I believe you. And, George?"

Her heart was beating faster and faster now. She didn't know if she should say it. It felt so silly, like she should have been ashamed. But she knew she had to. It was natural; it felt right.

"I love you, too..."

[RedShinigami]

George knew that he had to be his usual self, selfassured and cocky, but it was hard to concentrate when the person he so dearly loved sat across the table looking beautiful. He had'nt even been sure to this point if Chelsea would just jump out of the bed, smack him and curse him for what he had done.

But what had he done? He and Chelsea were drunk but not enough to have a blackout. They knew what had happened, they knew what they were saying. The question was if these words were uttered in a drunken haze or in the moments of passion or were they true? They had just kissed again and Chelsea did'nt shove him away, quite the opposite, she searched for his touch, seemingly not believing that this was'nt a dream.

And then George knew what he had to do as his chair scrapped over the floor. He walked up to his love and softly grabbed her. George was'nt the strongest guy out there but Chelsea did'nt weigh that much. He put her naked bum on the table as he came closer and said: "I love you"

He then kissed her and repeated the motion on her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, her neck, her shoulders. After hundred kisses and hundred i love yous, the Brit embraced Chelsea and pressed his face into her shoulder.
He felt the shaking of Chelseas body, her heartbeat that hammered as strong as his and now Chelsea finally took action. She knew what she wanted and she knew she deserved it and when George saw this big smile on her face that was so often a grimace of wrath, hate and coldness, he knew that Chelsea, the part or Chelsea that just wanted to be loved, was finally accepted by her.

"You don't have to thank me love, I would do everything you. I would spend my last penny if it just was for you!", he said anxiously and the he heard it. No alcohol, no overbearing passion. Honesty. Chelsea looked at him and said it.
"I love you too..."

These words replayed themselves in the Londoners head like a broken record. "You... Do?", he whispered and now tears fell from his eyes too. He took a hold of Chelsea, lifted her up and twisted and turned through the room. "She loves me! She loves me!" George sang before they both landed in the big bed, the Eastender laughing, holding his belly. Everything now was just so... So beautiful.

They laid on the bed for some time, looking into each others eyes, George hand simply carressing the scousers side before he scooted closer, bringing them together, forehead to forehead. "I'll be your home.",he softly whispered and gave her a long kiss.

[CaptainL]

It was only a few seconds after she'd heard it that Chelsea felt a tingle run over her from her head to her toe. She never thought she'd ever have this. She didn't think anyone would care; she didn't even think they should care when it came to someone like her, someone who would always be a dirty cheating loud-mouthed brawler. When she heard the words leave George's mouth, they felt almost unreal, as though she was hearing something that would only pass by in a dream. And yet, Chelsea knew deep in her heart that this was real. At last, she had someone. At last, she could be understood. She didn't know why George had wanted to do this for her, and perhaps she never would, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she could finally feel like she mattered to someone - that she meant something.

Chelsea could feel each of George's kisses coming down against her skin. She shivered, her body bare to the chill air around her, but all the more so she shuddered at the tingle that ran down her back as her heart quickened with excitement. There was a warmth that welled up inside her core. She blushed harder; she couldn't believe she was actually doing this. And yet, she wouldn't want to trade this for anything in the world. She let out a sigh, leaning in closer against George's side as though she wanted to share in his presence, to get as close to him as she could just to wrap herself in this feeling of truly, sincerely, being loved. With her head lost in a pleasant haze, Chelsea was only half-aware of the words that had left her mouth...but when George questioned it a moment later, she took a pause, the blush rising in her cheeks. Now, she knew she'd said that. But did she want to? Was it even true? Should it have been true?

But all Chelsea needed was to look back at George's teary eyes to know all the answers. When she saw the water welling up in the corners of his eyes, she knew she couldn't turn him away. She saw how much this meant to him, how emotional it made him, and after all he'd done for her, after all he'd seen in her, she couldn't find it in her heart to say no. And then, she realized, it was because she had thought such things, that she was this concerned, that told her that she really did like George. She meant what she said; there was no denying it.

Even still, it did take the Englishwoman by surprise when George scooped her into the air and began swinging her around the room, cheering all the while. "W-WHOAAAAHH!!" she screamed, her eyes going wide as she tried to draw in her legs to stop herself from inadvertently toppling any furniture, and clinging tighter to George in the process. "P-Put me down-! 'ey, put me down!" she cried...but her cries of shock and terror soon gave way to giddy laughter. She couldn't stay mad for long. She felt too good. And when the two of them landed on the bed, Chelsea looked up at George with a smile, letting out a contented sigh as she let her body deflate against his. It had been too long since she'd laughed like that. When she brought her lips up to meet his, she sank even lower into the bed. All was right with the world.

Still, as Chelsea thought on it a moment longer, she began to glance back and forth, even as she scooted closer to nestle in at George's side. "Ah, erm...you won't...tell anyone about this, right?" Her cheeks flushed a little brighter just saying the words. Chelsea wasn't normally like this; this wasn't the kind of person she was. She worried if the news got out, she'd be a bigger laughingstock than ever. She wouldn't let anyone think she had gone soft. But she pulled George a little closer, all the same. If there was anything she knew, it was that she could count on him.

[RedShinigami]

The two Britons were arm in arm on the big bed of George, looking at each other. Thinking about what had happened. They inched closer each other, trying to not lose this electric touch that made their spines tingle.

Then Chelsea softly asked her friend to not tell around that Chelsea Forster, THE Chelsea Forster, did and said such silly, stupid stuff. She was'nt like that, she was tough, she was hard drinking and a badass! George laughed and then nodded. "Our secret is safe. After all, darling, this is our business, i'int it?", he said and interlocked their fingers, lifting them up and both looked at them.

"Nobody has to know. You come over like always, stay as long as always and then you walk up with me, here, to your little piece of home.", he smiled and brought their heads next to each other as they looked on their their hands that held each other. "We just go on as usual. With one little addition.", he said and brought their hands down to kiss Chelseas palm.

Then he turned back to her. "From now on, there won't be any lonely nights anymore, I promise",he said and touched the tip of Chelseas nose with his. "Oh and darling, you really should take care off..you know.", he said and stroked her underbelly with care.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea let out a soft sigh as she leaned in against George's side. Her fingers played with his, working their way into new configurations but always staying interlocked. She didn't want to let go. She wanted to sit like this, to bask in this feeling forever - the feeling of togetherness, that she finally had someone in the world who cared about her, and who wanted to see her smile; someone to whom she was more than just a joke or an object of scorn. She nodded to every word George said, because she knew, deep in her heart, that every one was true. For once, she felt at home here - not just because it reminded her of the pubs she was used to, but because she had someone here who knew her, who wanted her, who loved her.

If this was any other time, Chelsea would have been embarrassed. She would deny anything like this had ever happened - clearly, she was drunk and not thinking straight, it didn't mean anything. But she had no excuse here - she knew this was real, that both of them felt it deeply and dearly and close to their hearts. And she didn't have to be ashamed any more. George knew, she knew, and neither of them would ever tell a soul. That only made it feel even better - it was their own little secret, which made it so much more personal, so much more intimate. When she looked up at their intertwined hands as George held them higher, Chelsea's gaze softened, and a blush rose to her cheeks - but she smiled, all the same. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes, and she wouldn't even stop them from running down her cheek. She knew what it meant. They truly were together, now, and nothing would force them apart.

Her smile widened even more at the corners when George leaned in closer, and she could feel her cheeks flush hotter, feeling the warmth of his breath against her face...and then, George said something that made Chelsea's eyes go wide with shock. She looked back up at him with a blank stare, her lips pursed and unmoving. She hoped this didn't mean what she thought it meant...but when George began stroking along her belly, something dropped in the pit of her stomach. Now she was sure it meant what she thought it meant...and Chelsea was in no mood to commit to anything like that.

"YE DID WHAAAAA!?!" the Englishwoman cried, jumping back up to her feet and off the bed. She spun around toward George, her hand outstretched to land a smack across his cheek as she fixed a glare in his eyes. Chelsea had found a moment of peace in George, she was even willing to let down her guard around him...but she was still the same old Chelsea.