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The sun was out, and the flowers were in full bloom. It was the perfect day. So, George and Ringo spent it in the perfect way—snogging on the sofa while “watching” a movie.
George sighed from his spot in Ringo’s lap as Ringo trailed kisses down his neck. “Don’t—ah—leave any marks. Don’t want ev’ryone to see.”
Pouting, Ringo looked up at him with those heart-melting eyes before softly kissing his collarbone. “Fine. But can I leave marks somewhere else—”
A gunshot rang out from the television. “Who got shot?” Ringo yelled, shoving George’s shoulder out of the way. “Did you see?”
George blinked. “Yeah, the eyes on the back of my head saw it perfectly.”
“But who was it? We need to rewind.” Ringo stretched toward the remote, but George’s legs kept him pinned down. He groaned. “If you’re not lettin’ me up, at least be useful. Was it the blond one?”
“…Is there even a blond one?”
“I don’t know.”
“God, this movie’s boring,” George said with a groan, draping his head over Ringo’s shoulder.
“Yeah. Needs better characters.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Ringo hummed in thought. “Like…a cute brunette. With cute little ears that stick out.” He poked George’s ear, and George swatted him away and giggled.
“So that’s the character you wish just got killed?”
“NO!” Ringo shrieked so loud that George fell off his lap in shock, bonking his head on the coffee table.
“Well, now we’re halfway there,” George grumbled, rubbing his head.
“Not if I can help it.” Ringo stood up, hands on his hips, and picked George up bridal style. “I will save the beautiful, sexy man,” he said dramatically. They both laughed hysterically as Ringo struggled to carry George to the bedroom.
Meanwhile, John and Paul kissed too I guess. The end.