And I love her (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

They both were emotional, they both were drunk. What would stick from this night was a matter of luck or destiny or anything. But right now both, George and Chelsea, two brits far away from home felt happy in each others arms in a cozy little house that reminded them so much of home.

George held Chelsea tight and stroked her hair. "Alright, Alright. I am here love.", whe whispered as Chelsea already went for another kiss. She wanted to prove how much she valued his feelings for her and George smiled a genuine, caring grin when Chelsea rolled onto him and looked down at the half italian. Tears trickled down on his cheeks and suddenly the Londoners amused grin faded, replaced by a worried look.

"Chelsea, Chelsea, sweetheart. You don't have to thank me. Just... Just tell me how you feel.. Mfffff...", George could'nt ask his question when Chelsea already placed his lips onto his again and his arms finally could'nt hold still anymore, going down and under his shirt that she was wearing. His hands went up and down her back, finding their way under her panties and onto her buttcheeks before softly sliding upwards again to the hooks of Chelseas black bra...

If she denied him now,he would stop and call it a day. If not he would follow through, follow through making love to the girl of his dreams and this exciting outlook sent shivers down the Brits spine.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea had let herself into a place of vulnerability. She'd opened up to George, showing him the emotions that always lay beneath her cold and stone-faced exterior - all the emotions she'd ever been afraid to show to the world. She was left sobbing and sniffling in his arms, clinging to him for some source of comfort, something to ground her when all around her her emotions were raging like a storm. She wasn't herself, but she no longer cared about trying to be herself - or, more accurately, what she wanted the world to think she was. Now, she just wanted to be someone George could accept. Someone who could be loved. All she wanted was to lay here in his arms and feel everything he felt for her, in all of the ways that he cared. She'd gone too long without anyone; now, for just one night, she needed someone. But perhaps that was what she had all along.

Chelsea could feel George's hands run down her back, and at the sensation of his touch, a shiver went down her spine. Her heart quickened in her chest; pressed as close as she was up against him, George would be able to almost feel her heartbeat himself, and the warmth of her breath against his neck. She could feel his hands exploring the contours of her body further - running down to rest on her hip, and up to trace along her back, up to her bra. That made her quiver in place - yet she didn't fight it. Chelsea was nervous, yes. This was all so new to her; she'd never thought that her friendship with George could ever go this far, and now that it had happened she didn't know where to go next. But, as much as she knew about George's reputation as a womanizer, there was something about his touch now, the softness of his voice, the gentle pressure of his fingers against her skin, that told her this was different. No, there was something deeper here, something more meaningful - something that Chelsea had all to herself. He cared. And all Chelsea had wanted, all this time, had been just that - someone who cared.

She nodded her head ever so slightly. That was all she needed to say to him - that, and the way she leaned in closer to gently place a kiss against the side of George's neck. All the while, her own hands drifted down lower, running over the firm muscles of his back and feeling their dips and rises before coming to rest on the waistband of his pants, where her fingers started to creep inside. Her cheeks flushed hot - she couldn't believe she was actually bringing herself to do this. To George. But this sort of affection was all she wanted. All she needed.

[RedShinigami]

If the lovesongs of Paul McCartney had played for real when they were downstairs then they played now all in his head as the Eastender finally shared his bed with the person he had always loved.

Everything felt so right, everything felt so wonderful. His hands travelled along Chelseas body, enjoying every part of warm skin that he could reach. When he let his fingers travel into the panties of Chelsea he felt the soft warm flesh of her behind and he had to admit that Chelseas behind always had been his favourite. The stinkface, a humiliation move, was one of the favourites of the english girl and George could just only envy all the women that had been succumbed to this magnificent backside of his bird.

He squeezed and massaged the nice behind of Chelsea before lifting his hands, moving her panties down in a swift move. With her braw now open and her pantiea between her knees the only thing that parted the naked body of the liverpudlian from his was his shirt. And to be honest, this thought was so arrousing that the Londoner lifted his thighs upwards, the hard and swollen length in his pyjamapants pressed right into the now uncovered womanhood of the Blonde, making him shiver.

And to add up on things he softly began to move, stroking his hard, still covered shaft up and down the slowy moistening crotch of his darling as his tongue entered Chelseas mouth, adding up the game while his arms wrapped tight around her slender form.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea's heart was thumping in her chest as their bodies pressed closer and closer, and she could feel the warmth radiating from George's body up against her skin, the tingles that ran through each of them passing from one to the other. A blush rose in her cheeks as she thought about it. This was really happening, she told herself. Never in her life did Chelsea ever imagine she would get anywhere close to George - he was always the obnoxious, irritating, skirt-chasing bartender at the pub she visited when she needed a stiff drink. But she had come to know him more. She had come to know who he really was, deep within his heart - his true feelings, his cares and concerns. And they were all for her. Even if no one else seemed to want Chelsea, even if no one seemed to care...George did. And, as strange as this felt, Chelsea wanted this. No, she needed it. Tonight, for a few fleeting moments, she could forget how irksome she'd found George, or how desperate she had to be to seek his bed. No, tonight, Chelsea was willing to look past all of that. It was all she needed to feel like something. To know that there was someone out there who cared.

Her hips twitched and her breaths quickened as she felt George press inside of her. Now her fingers ran up along his back and sides, coming to rest on his shoulders, where they gripped them firmly as her body stiffened and her chest rose and fell with pants. They stabilized her as he thrust, and as her hips twisted from side to side, with each rhythmic rise and fall of their bodies sending a ripple of excitement through the Scouser as she began to pant harder and harder. She tensed up further, leaning in closer to grind her bare skin up against George's own. It felt good. It felt like she was being welcomed, that someone actually cared. She didn't want to let go of that.

And, when the two of them came close again, face to face, Chelsea took a moment to stare into George's eyes. Her expression softened, and her muscles grew slack. For a moment, they lay there, eye to eye, feeling each breath they took against each others' faces. Chelsea smiled a little bit wider. But then she leaned closer to George, pressing her lips to his - and as they embraced each other in a kiss, a warm sensation ran over Chelsea from her head to her now-curling toes, like being held by a lover. She was never this close to anyone before. But she knew she had always wanted to be - and now, it had all come true. She didn't know how, but it had. She could look past it all, and just take this one moment in - that was all that mattered.

[RedShinigami]

Their bodies were filled with alcohol and hormones, always a dangerous combination but both knew that what they did at this point was right, there was no denying it, no fleeing from it. They loved each other and even if it had'nt been said yet, both knew the answer. George hands started to raise the shirt, slipping it of Chelseas body and when the englishwoman, now naked on top of him, looked down to him, he smiled and his hands came out from under his shirt ,cupping Chelseas face between his hands, looking at her a little more. "Don't worry, I am here. From now on, I will always be here when you need me. I promise, I never let you face the storm alone again. I will protect you, no matter what.", he said and his thumbs stroked some tears away that came out from the big, blue eyes of his little angel. "I will be your home."

His slender fingers travelled down Chelseas body coming to rest at her thighs as both looked into it each others eyes. It was right, it had always been right. And with that George entered Chelsea, getting deep into the warm and wet promises of the woman he loved as his hands softly squeezed around the thighs of his lover while he started to move up an down.

His hands started to go up again, cupping the breasts of his love, squeezing them softly as he brought her down. His hot tongue took a soft lick in the cleavage of Chelsea, his hands pressing her breasts together while his mouth started to send burning hot kisses over the sensitive flesh, his length softly but steady pumping into her. He shivered and took one of Chelseas nipples in his mouth, squeezing her other breast, while licking and rolling the sensitive bud in his mouth. And all they heard in the darkness was their unsteady breathing and the storm outside...

[CaptainL]

Whether it was drunknness or desperation, or maybe a bit of both, when Chelsea let George slip her shirt off her shoulders, she didn't even hesitate. She might have been showing her body to a man she found more annoying than anything else, and they might have been seconds away from getting intimate. She never would have dreamed of such a thing at any other time, and if she did, she probably would've been embarrassed with herself for even letting it cross her mind. But here and now, Chelsea wanted this. She had been to her lowest point; she had reached for the stars and only hit rock bottom, and all she wanted was someone else to tell her that it was all right, to want her, so that she could tell herself it was okay. For just a few moments, she could feel like she was someone who people actually wanted to be in the presence of. And when she heard George's voice, she teared up a little more at the thought of how much he meant to her, how much he was doing for her. He might have wiped her tears, but, overtaken with emotion, she couldn't help herself. Not when George told her the words she had wanted to hear all this time. She wasn't just crying because she was sad, but because she was happy.

"Thank you, George...thank you..." Her words still came out soft and smooth, even when they came in between moans when she guided herself down on top of George, taking his length inside of her. She twisted her hips from side to side, rocking her body to and fro and grinding in closer - close enough to feel the rush of electricity that coursed through his body and into hers, sending a tingle up her spine when the sensation of his touch ran through her. She bucked up and down every time he squeezed at her thighs, with every push and pinch of his fingers causing her heart to leap in her chest. And, as he brought his head up to bury his face in between her firm breasts, Chelsea could only throw her head back, letting an even louder and more passionate moan erupt from her throat like the bellow of a wild animal.

She didn't want to let go - she only wanted to bring him closer, to hold onto him tighter than anything could ever get in the way of. One arm wrapped around the back of his head, locking into place with a firm pressure - not enough to squeeze or to cause discomfort, but enough to keep him in place, feeling the warmth of his hot and husky breaths against her chest. Her other arm moved downward, caressing along the curvature of his neck, around his shoulder, to come to rest against his back, where her fingers tightened to massage her fingers into his slim muscles, working over every inch of his skin and smoothing out all the kinks and knots she could find. This contact, this attention, all stirred the pleasure in Chelsea's nerves. But to her, it was about so much more than how it felt. She wanted to hold onto George so that she could feel welcomed, appreciated, even loved. She would never let go of that.

[RedShinigami]

It happened, it really happened. Alcohol or not, this was'nt a mere little drunken adventure for George. Of that, the charming eastend gentlemen had enough. No, Chelsea was the one his heart had beaten since he met her. From then on the two very different people, the more grounded and serious girl from the north and the charming and excentric, outspoken boy from the south had become the best friends. Even if Chelsea lashed out on him when he overdid it, she always did it with a hint of a smile and laughter, a smile only reserved for George it seemed.

Now they were here and all of the Londoners dreams had come true as Chelsea pressed her body onto his, their forms melting into each other as Chelseas arms embraced George slender body and hugged him deeper into her chest, where George kissed, licked and sucked on the soft tips of his friends breasts, Chelseas body still scented with the smell of George Shirt that he had given her. The arms of the Brit remained on the thighs of the highflyer, using them to hold himself upwards while he thrusted steadily into the Blonde, his whole mannliness now inside her when his arms crept upwards , hugging Chelsea back.

They remained like it, George breath sweeping hot over the sensitive flesh when the brown eyes of the looked upwards into Chelseas blue orbs. "I love you...", he whispered and did not regret it. He would never. To regret to say the truth was to betray Chelsea and George, who had broken so many hearts, lied to so much people, would not allow himself to do that to Chelsea, not now, not ever. Everything that went down today had happened on Chelseas free will and had brought them here. "I love you...I love you, I love you...", he whispered and pressed his face back into Chelseas chest, both holding each other for a god knows how much time, George member thrusting now deep into Chelsea and slowly the lust took them over as George looked back into her eyes. "Wan' 'o 'ake a wild ride? on my big John Thomas?", he grinned before he shifted positions, bringing Chelsea sideways on the bed, on hand getting under her knee, lifting her leg while his thrusts began to get harder now.

George could'nt lie, the size of his, well, manlyhood, was definetly something women appreciated in the good looking englishman, of course size did'nt matter without knowing how to use it but George, lets say, had some experience in the field of making love and now, as they laid sideways on the bed, Chelseas legs spread, the shifted into second gear while his face came closer to Chelseas ear, licking her earlobe. "Well, Well, Well, Miss Fawster , i' seems 'ha' you qui'e enjoy yourself, would'n' you say?", he cooed innocently into her ear and gave her right chest a firm squeeze...

Spoiler

[CaptainL]

Chelsea's body shivered with each pump and thrust of George's hips. Her fingers wrapped even tighter around him, burying into his skin in order to hold herself in place even as she quivered and shook, and as her breaths grew hot, fast, and heavy against his shoulder as her head leaned in against the side of his neck. Her heart quickened from the sensation, with every move he made sending a jolt up along her spine, and her face was growing red from the excitement as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

But this had gone far beyond merely a spur-of-the-moment hookup Chelsea had sought out to feel better about herself. This was George she was with - someone who meant so much more to her than any fellow barfly or fan. George cared about her. He had listened to her every time she had opened up about her thoughts, her fears, her secrets, and he had always been there to reassure her, to remind her that she still had hope of a better tomorrow even when she felt like she was at her lowest. Just this once, Chelsea wanted to feel like there was something more between them. For just a little while, she wanted to get lost in the moment - to forget that George was merely the bartender she went to complain to as she drowned her sorrows, and to convince herself that they could go further than that.

And George, to his credit, was making that quite easy for her. As the Englishwoman looked down into his eyes, Chelsea's gaze softened, her blue eyes shimmering with a thin film of tears, but still looking deeply into George's own. Even when they were glazed over with the weight of sorrow, and with the fatigue in her body from both a grueling match and the excitement that came afterward, there was still a spark, deep inside of them, that spoke to how happy she was, how loved she felt, even as her tongue lolled out with haggard pants below. Her breaths came in hoarse and labored with each thrust George made, and her muscles began to tense up, already anticipating the release that was to come. Yet, at the same time, Chelsea could hear every word that passed from George's lips, every "I love you," and that stirred something inside of her, sending her heart aflutter.

At last, George began to slow down, moving to shift positions. Lost in a haze of emotion, Chelsea barely had the chance to respond to his question before she was being lowered to her back. She blushed a little at his silly analogies; even through the fog that clouded her mind, she still said a few words between breaths that sent her chest heaving. "Spare me de talk, please..." she muttered.

But at the same time, she didn't fight it. She wouldn't let anything ruin the moment she so begged for. When his hand ran beneath her leg, Chelsea raised it, giving George the room to slide in over her. She moaned louder as she felt him push deeper and deeper inside of her, her hips lifting off the bed as her back bent into an arc; as he began to thrust even faster now, her head rolled back against the mattress as she let out a scream too strong to hold inside.

"Yes...YES-!! George..! I love this! I love you-!!" she cried. She couldn't fight it any more; the lust was overtaking her, and she had begun to quicken her own pace. As she felt George squeeze her breast, her hips too began to buck harder and faster, pumping in turn with every push George made, and she turned them from side to side, grinding against her partner. Her heart was beating faster, and her breath turned to frantic pants. Chelsea could feel she was getting close - and yet, she didn't want this to be over!

[RedShinigami]

Whatever would happen now, whatever the future brought, they both had said it now and George whole body filled with the comfortable warmth of being loved back by this girl that he had offered his heart too. George sat in his bed, the same bed he had made love to dozens of dozens of different girls before they had left him or had to be kicked out the next morning. It was fun, it was arrousing but in the end it had no meaning. But this here, this had meaning. This was something important and George as Chelsea knew it.

Their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies coming together in the closest and intimate way people could be with each other they sat in the middle of George bed and confessed their feelings for each other. With every I love you, more tears trickled down the gentlemas eyes and he just knew that even if the alcohol talked out of him, every word was true.

He closed his eyes, shut them tight, holding Chelsea close, waiting for her to lash out, to shove him away, to do everything to get away from him after this nonsense, but she did'nt. His angel of the north did not reject him, in fact, she hugged him closer to herself, not wanting to let go.
When Chelsea did'nt reject him, the Brits selfesteem got boosted again and now he even allowed himself some trademark quips, using some dirty talk to get both of them into an even hotter mood.

The slim and toned body of George rubbed against the firm and beautifully shaped breasts of his love as George brought them down, putting Chelsea and him sideways,slipping his hand under her knee and lifted her beautiful, long leg. He got into position, whispering dirty words into the Liverpudlians ears before he started to get to work again, his hard, steady member, now fully inserted in the soft, welcoming folds of Chelsea while one hand caressed and squeezed her breasts. His lips kissed the area around her neck, soft pecks, licks, short bites, looking for every reaction that told him how his ladylove liked it best.

"You are so beautiful...", he said between kisses. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise Chelsea, you are the most beautiful girl in the world...", he whispered while his lips carressed her even more, his other hand reaching still holding her leg which Chelsea spread with glee to give him more space. He knew that Chelsea had been a virgin, she never had let someone THAT close to her, but he also knew that his mate was'nt as soft and fragile as her sister, so George opted for something faster and more exciting which seemed to be Chelseas pace, given the moans, groans and howls the British Bunny let out when he managed to stimulate three sensitive parts of her body at once. And still ,George was not done yet.

"C'mere!", he grinned and gave Chelsea a long and burning kiss as he shifted his head and before Chelsea knew it, George got into another position again, holding her leg still, but kneeling now, able to put much more force behind his efforts as he looked down at Chelsea. "Swee'hear', le' me say you 'ave 'he nices' body in all ov 'he queens good coun'ry! nah le''s see 'ah acroba'ic 'he blinder flying, bri'ish bunny really is!", he said and kissed the thigh of the leg that was right in his arm while his length met Chelseas womanhood with loud and wet sounds, echoing through the walls of the room.

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[CaptainL]

For just a few fleeting moments, Chelsea could forget the loss she had just been dealt. She could forget about her long-awaited conclusion to her feud with the Carnival Girls ending in disaster that only left her questioning if she ever had a chance to begin with, and she could forget about all the long and painful years of being looked down upon, scorned, and pushed away by everyone around her. All that mattered was here and now, where she was in bed with George, feeling his love and concern for her in each thrust he made and in every carress of their warm bodies against each other. Chelsea knew this was nothing new for George - that he would flirt with just about anyone, and there were few patrons he would balk at the chance to take upstairs. And yet, she could already tell she wasn't just another name on a long list to him. There was something about every move he made, every word he said, that told Chelsea how much he cared - that made her feel truly, honestly, loved.

She was new to this. She'd never even had a chance before. Everyone had been too afraid of her to get close to her - let alone to even have the thought of intimacy cross their mind. She hardly had the sort of experience George did; she didn't know her way around all the moves and manuevers, even if she was too embarrassed to admit it - for admitting that would mean admitting that she really was incapable of being loved by anyone. But she was willing to go along with everything he did. She trusted him - no one else had shown her this much care and consideration. No one else had felt she was worthy of the attention. No one but George.

Chelsea panted and moaned with each thrust, her body bobbing up and down over George's hips, and her breasts shaking with each push and shove he made. She squealed louder when she felt his fingers tighten down around her breast, and she pressed closer against the palm of his hand, wriggling as close as she could to push even the slightest bit of air out from the space between them. "George...thank you..." she muttered in between moans. "Thank you...for all of this-! MMFF!!" But as soon as she'd begun speaking her words were soon drowned out beneath the force of another moan, as she rolled her hips up against his groin.

George hardly needed to ask her as he offered a kiss. As he lowered himself to her level, the Englishwoman all but slung her arms around his shoulders, pulling herself back up to lock her lips onto his. She held onto him tightly; she didn't want to let go. Her face flushed hot as she felt every tingle run along her spine from their close contact, their tongues tangled in an embrace just as passionate as that of the rest of their bodies. She wanted to feel this good, this welcomed, this understood and this loved, for all time.

Even as they broke away, Chelsea planted a few more kisses along his neck and his collarbone - but soon, George quickened the pace of his thrusts, and she couldn't hold up any longer. She fell back against the bed once again, panting with every thrust he made. But now, she had begun to adjust to the pace herself, letting her desires fuel her. She thrust her hips up and down even harder, riding every motion George made, as she clutched at his sides to steady herself. Her pants grew faster and faster, and her heart pounded in her chest. She didn't want to stop now!