John and the lads never listen to Brian so tonight was no different they said they would hit the hay early but they didn't. They surmised that they were allowed to, they were grown-ups not kids and they make the cash why not splash it about and party up a storm.

It is the last night in The Great Land of Oz and it deserved a send-off of stellar proportions.

Stepping over a sleeping George, John had taken his time tonight.

John wasn't sure if he should up the ante, push his luck.

Lou had once again caught him red handed on her return from being off in another room sorting Eve for bed.

John was surrounded, chatting up a harem of overly touchy-feely ladies and Louise was not pleased, the scowl, those eyes.

She had every right to be angry of course, they had been intimate that very afternoon and he had promised more when he had pressed his lips seductively against her ear before the last show.

Louise had then sat arms crossed, pouty lips with a big drink in her hand, watching the evening unfold around her, watching Paul's fingers wander, George drink too much and Ringo dance alone even though he was in the centre of another bevy of ladies.

And she waited, maybe not patiently, but she did sit, waiting, trying to temper her look, trying desperately not to look like a pinched face grumpy wife that filled her insides with turmoil, that choked her up with fear.

She waited.

She waited for John to extract himself from the circle of bosoms surrounding him.

His kisses of apology fell on her cheeks as she sat rigidly in place, fingers grasped around the stem tightly, the liquid swaying away.

All the while she sat, wanting to pour it over his head, all the while wanting him to beg.

Louise was a tricky bird, weren't they all, she could blow hot and cold in mere seconds. John toyed with her hair and touched her lips, her cheeks, fingers tracing down her neck to her collarbone. Like a doll she sat and it grated on him til it dawned on him it was like breaking into a bank.

If he could crack the safe he would be able to take the diamonds.

Louise would crack.

She would. He just needed time.

Lou was enjoying his attention.

Yet all the while, she was unmoving, unresponsive... uncooperative.

And she was especially enjoying the fact that she was doing nothing, absolutely nothing at all; and he was all over her.

With her. Kissing her. Teasing her with his lips and they, ...... all those silly little girls, stood aside and watched him focus all his energy, on her.

He wandered away for a drink and, on his return he sensed a change, her eyes softer, wider, lips less line and more tilt.. like they held a secret.

Then she stood and while all those little girls watched she stepped up, took his newly poured drink from his hand, sculled it down, turned on her heel. The cream dress was tight against her skin, the curves of her body accentuated as she moved away from him, making him watch her body sway in all those delicious ways he enjoyed.

He watched mesmerised. Her backside, her legs, the hair all teased over one shoulder.

She paused, a delicate hand on the door handle waiting for something. Paused hovering. Her body moving ever so slightly. Ever so small was the movement that with a blink he would have missed the signal, the sign.

Louise coyly looked over her shoulder, lips parted and cast him an innocent wide eyed look making him finally, finally, realise the bank was now open for business.

She stood in the centre of the brightly lit bedroom, watched him enter and lock the door. And stared him down as she let her dress fall away, let it slip from her shoulders, skim her knees, hit the ground. Her hair was shaken slowly and dropped halo-like around her face.

She stepped forward and he was captured...by high heels and lingering lace.

Why did he ever need another.

Lithe, long, curves, dips....

Her bra fell away from her body and she told him everything that he needed to know without saying one single word.

Then darkness swallowed the room. John snapping the overhead light off, wanting to make his way around her body bathed in the muted moonlight that slipped through the window.

Enough to illuminate her as she began to teach him a new lesson. Seduce him with her wiles.

She could made him forget everything else- the hectic schedules, the dives of hotel rooms, the chaos, the noise, the endless flash of cameras, the endless pull in all directions. Make him concentrate on only her.

She loved him, even with him being the prick he was, she still wanted him and not for anything, either.

Not for money.

Not for power nor fame.

Not for fancy cars or expensive jewellery.

Not for furs.

She loved him for him.

A/N: XXXX rude bit warning . 

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She was magnificent he thought as he moved closer.
All that time wasted in our teens being 'just friends'.
All those months that we prowled around each other with miscommunication and stupid deals.

She took all of him, feasted on him, sated him, sapped his energy, made him so tired; made him so alive.....

"Put your leg there" Louise directed. She could film a movie this one. Head here, leg there, arm doing this or that, faster, slower, cock doing this, fingers doing that.

"Where- here? That won't work, will it?" John mumbled as she contorted him into new positions. She had been reading again..... Well that's what you get when you leave a lass alone with the KAMA-SUTRA to study.

Louise was right though, it did work, very well indeed.

"Now what Luv?" John was extremely sated but inquiring with puppy like abandon as he held himself up, leaning over her still quivering body.

Lou was sated but had been endeavouring to shore up them.

If she could just get him to a higher plain, always flying with her, he would enjoy the flight forever.

But Lou was tired of thinking, wondering, worrying. Lou, now just wanted John to send her demons away, take her breath from her body, send her mind into freefall, and dash her traveling thoughts... to hell. "Shag me like a mad man"

"Holy shit Louise. Really?!" John watched her eyes sweep over his body with luscious, sinful intent. She made him stir, dancing her hips against him, rotating and grinding. Never touching, her hands lay above her head, giving access, giving blessing to take her.

Nuzzling as he knelt beside her he let his tongue slip over her body, kisses placed where he knew she loved them, she arched upward and John felt powerful... that he could make her body tremble still, even after all that had happened.

Placing fingers careful then swirling them how he knew she liked, he watched her. The glorious beautiful torture showed on her face as he worked with his mouth. And fingers and tongue lashed her carefully, successfully, to another high. Then she was trembling. Her whole body, from those dainty toes to that gorgeous head of hair. She was aflame, burning bright. Then she was there, quickly reaching for him sealing their fate with her lips.

Steady over her he waited for the sign.

The sign when the clouds of hazy sated saturation cleared her eyes and she focused again, her body dropping a little lowered from the heaven from which she hovered in. John thrust deep inside and she cracked a smile as he grinned back. 

That was it, the race was on. She grasped his backside, nails scratching his thighs, begging more. Nails scratching, gripping tight as she cried out then silent.... her lip bitten as he held her firm, he thrust deep over and over and worked a sweat to loosen those lips he was focused on. He wanted her to scream, she did it so well. He moaned as her body called him, and harder he fled to her.

She was quivering like an arrow in the breeze and still she wanted more.

Moans mingled and Louise threw her head around like she was part of an exorcism. John changed gear, those dirty words she so loved in her ear and he felt her hold him warmly, torturing him to give himself up. Pleasure and pain began to tip her into that scream and she felt herself ready to explode around him.

Someone had to let go, he would surely die if not, one of them needed to start the splinter of bodies as they broke into a million shiny pieces of heaven. Someone had to release to make the other tumble into orgasmic warmth too.

Then John was there, letting everything go, the wild abandon tangling his thoughts, his senses; Sending Lou over the edge, firing her alive with waves of euphoria.

Fingers found her body and swept over her, massaging sweetly as she lowered from the high.

Their breathing, laboured.

Their bodies, sated.

No words needed to be spoken.

John moved off her cushioning body that smothered him with its wonderfully soft places.

She felt him fall carefully, snugly beside her.

She slept.

He watched.