A/N: Just a little bit of fun chapter.

JWL POV

It all started fairly innocently... nice breakfast, read the dailies, tell George he was a few beats out on a song or two last night. Then bamm! Louise strolls in with an arm load of clean yet crinkled washing and an ironing board under her arm, looking at me me as if I'm going to iron all Evies little outfits and Lou's panties.

This isn't home, this isn't the flat where I crave to tote the iron on a lazy Sunday afternoon for some normality.....This is Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, the other side of the world. I'm a fucking world-famous musician and Louise assumes I'll do the laundry. Like usual.

"Why'd you leave all those disgusting smalls and Evie's gear in the middle of the room Louise?" George inquired as he drained his teacup and opened another packet of cream assorted, where does he put them?

You couldn't miss it ...... The ironing board sat front and centre with a good pile of dainty dresses and shady lingerie atop it.

I was hiding behind a broadsheet newspaper, best place to hide one's face in times of trouble, I had shifted it to the side for a quick gander then just as quick repositioned it back again to disappear from view.

"John?" Richy questioned when Louise placed a complimentary room iron beside me on the coffee table and walked away back to our bedroom to put Eve down for a nap with nary a boo uttered.

Paul picked up a pair of knickers with his lead pencil and raised an annoying eyebrow, how did I see this you say...
I saw the offending hairy slug in the reflection of the mirror. "is she coming back John.. or is this lot for one of us to press?"

Lou had mentioned something in passing once, within McBlabs earshot, about my ironing. He didn't dare believe nor speak of it. I would have had Paul in a headlock then dunked in my favourite urinal if he had spoken a word about it to me, or anyone else, for that matter.

"Put the panties down Paulie, you know you aren't supposed to be near them- empty or full" I muttered.

Paul dropped the panties.

"So, you know then.... That there's a pile high of knickers and a few Evie size dresses sat here and an iron dumped beside you?" George pulled the brilliant but ultimately useless hiding place, the newspaper, down a tad and pointed a biscuit at the iron.

"I had an idea that there was" I grumbled.

Why does she do this. It's like she can hone in on my embarrassment organ and inflame it red. I know, I know. I do the stuff at home, in the privacy of me own home but this isn't private now is it..... if I have three other lads staring me down as I press her panties.

Paul picked the iron up, he didn't mind a spot of ironing, told me once when he was ironing his own jocks. Said it was nice and relaxing on occasion, which I agreed with at the time.... In my head! ..... Actually, I picked on him. Teased him mercilessly for days on end after he admitted the domestic duty. "Look John, we aren't going to tease if you're up for doing a spot of ironing"

"Oh .... aren't we?" George retorted- this was gold, pure 24 carat gold for George of course, latch his teeth into anything off kilt to do with me and Lou that one. He thinks and acts like he's disgusted but I say it's jealousy, pure and simple, and who wouldn't be jealous of me and Louise.

We are two peas in the sack we are, except, of course, when she yells about my sweating and lying all over her then I am kicked to the edge of the bed instead.

I glared and leered for all I was worth when George leaned right close into Richy and whispered "Could get a lot of mileage with a picture or two of John ironing some frilly knickers I'd think" Ringo nodded and stood to find his camera. Richy is pushing it, didn't think the boy would be a traitor but there you go, never trust a drummer wearing rings I say.

"What iron setting for the undies, mate" Paul threw the line and unfortunately, with me not listening to him properly (as usual) I caught the heated question and answered with no thought to the consequences.

"Low or off. No steam is best" I snapped back instantly. Then realised what I had done, damn damn double damn "Fuck macca why!" The arse had baited me and I took the line.

"Just give us the iron" Paul leaned over clicking his fingers in front of my face then, when I ignored the clackers, reached for the iron that was sat beside me on the coffee table.

"You're not ironing her knickers, you wanker. That's my bloody..." I steamed then settled to whisper "that's my job"

"I'll do the bubs things then- ok?" Paul dragged the board off to the left and found a power point snapping the plug into the wall, letting the appliance heat up "John shift the lingerie mate- ta"

"Ok, but I'm not ironing them today I'll fold them but don't tell Lou. She'll think I'm being a Nancy if I don't iron them like usual"

"Well better her thinking you're a Nancy than us thinking it, I'd think" George laughed as Ringo took some pictures of Paul ironing an adorable red tartan dress of Evie's. Paul gaily smiling and winking for the camera- bloody tosser.

"Do you do it at home then John?" Richy asked, inquiring nicely, not wanting to get his head bitten off. Which in all honesty I would have done usually, poor lad thinks I'm a monster. I'm not really, just have a short temper and quick right hook "Good husband that. Doing some household tasks" George started smirking and sniggering "Don't laugh George mate, it's true. Make your woman happy that would and a happy woman is a willing woman, right John?"

"Yea, I guess so. It's kinda relaxing too, right Paul?" I finally relented to the convo, I shouldn't be so macho when stuff like this pops up from time to time. I sat back down, no use wasting energy standing about watching Paul iron.

Mcpressing,

Mcdepressing...

It was something I quite enjoyed and when I 'ironed' Lou's delicate smalls, which mostly consisted with the iron switched off to stop them burning, I reminisced about what we had done while she had her bottom in whichever pair of knickers that now lay across the board or, better still, I told Lou what I was going to do with her when she was in a pair of 'em.

Is Paulie going to answer? Always daydreaming that lad "Paul wakey wakey! Hey no knickers I said! Now look what you've done, ruined them you clod. Had some good times with Louise in them ones"

Paul tossed them over the top of the half folded paper and I shoved the now destroyed slip of fabric in my front pocket. Louise hopefully would forget about that particular pair, maybe think they got lost in the wash.

Oh boy, she could be a naughty girl when she let her knickers down that one.

"Stop grinning like that, it's eerie. Like you having dirty thoughts or somethink" George muttered taking the camera off Rich and snapping some pics of the lads being idiots. They have heaps of those snaps, so i don't know why he bothers snapping more.

"I was having dirty thoughts" I grinned evilly .... never gets old making Georgie boy cringe, never gets old.... "Now you're on baby duty tonight for upsetting my daydreaming"

"Oh, come on. I've been minding her every other day" George pouted as he took a picture of Paul ironing another pair of knickers.

"She's only sleeping. Not like Eve's toddling about is it, or you have to entertain her" I closed the newspaper, it was no good, can't read with all this going on 'round me.

Standing up, I clipped Paul over the ear.

"Oh, you turned it off this time. Sorry for clipping you buddy. Thank Christ you did, she'd be running round knicker-less"

A very audible click occurred, he had turned the power back on beside him. I clipped his ear again. When will he learn "Pull your head out of the gutter. She's married to me, end of story"

"Shouldn't you two have, you know, grown out of doing the dirty between the sheets by now?" George handed the empty camera back, pocketing the roll of film "You 'ave been together a while now doesn't that sort of think wilt away and die. Be dead boring shagging the same girl alllll the time"

"Arr but sometimes Louise isn't the same girl, now is she..." I put my lecturer's cap on and proceeded to educate the young innocent one.

"What's that supposed to mean. Louise is Louise is Louise" George is pushing his luck "If she is anything, anything like when she reads a book she'll just sort of lie there all day and not move an inch"

"George. Louise doesn't just lie there and do nothing. Do you want me to explain or do you understand"?

"Explain" Paul and Richy spoke quickly, in unison.

"She's like a, a, a very agile acrobat that one"

"Arrrrr" Paul and Rich leaned in over the ironing board interested. Hotel rooms were dead boring so any little tidbit, any little distraction was leapt upon and devoured.

"I'm going to see Brian, not going to sit here and listen to your dirty deeds with my sister" George rushed out the door to head down the long hall to the small room Brian was hidden away in.

"And...." Richy said, waving his appendage like he was reeling a fishing line in. Paul had nudged him to speak. If Paul had said 'And....' I most likely would shut his gob with my fist but Richy diverted my attention and, once again, I missed the signs..

You know the ones which say....

'beware- no entry'

'stop now- turn back'

I stupidly started chattering a little more and drifted in my head a little bit, thinking about what Lou and I do so well. "She's inventive. Definitely not a slacker in that department. She's a real twister girl that one"

"Arrrr" Paul said alone and then I woke up and realised what I was doing.

"Bloody hell. Richard- Paul, stop tricking me into gossiping. Gee, have some decorum"

"Huh!" Richy jumped up and poked me hard in the forearm "Talk about us having decorum who was fiddling about behind her back - you. Who was inviting ladies of all ages to your bed- you. Paul and I are just listening. You're the one spruiking about her mate"

"Who is he spruiking about?" That voice.... She was standing right behind me as Paul ironed another pair of knickers! "Why are you ironing my knickers Paul?"

"Was dead bored Louise, you know how it is" Paul offered up with an angelic grin, like the pretty choir boy he was. Arrr sarcasm, my best friend "John said I could" Damn him.

Hands on hips, stern look on her face and I was in trouble. Save me brain, make time stop so I can dissect this event. It didn't stop so I took quick note of my surroundings and available exits.

Here I was, Paul ironing, me leaning on the end of the board as she entered the room, now I'm currently standing like a naughty school boy. Richy beside me with a innocent yet completely lost look on his mug.

"I said he could iron Evie's threads Louise, he just took charge and started on the rest"

"Paul took charge? While you were in the room? Took control of the iron and just trod all over you?" Louise stepped into my personal space and glared at me, but there was something there, something she had getting ready in that pretty head of hers. You see she's quick this one. Lightning fast with her moods and brains- moods mostly, which is down right scary usually... like starting world wars with her mood swings, but today, it's the brain that's going.

"No... he didn't trod, tread, sorry... stomp all over me. He just took the undies and started on them. I've clipped you for it too, haven't I mate" I looked down at the knickers lying on the board, Paul was done, iron sat on it's iron haunches, racy knickers laying there openly, centre stage.

Lou was now fingering the delicate material around the edges, so damn naughty.

Does she know ....

Does she do it on purpose? I looked at her face -completely blank as her fingers ran the lace.

But what was that before, that fleeting look in her eyes that I saw. Was Paul turning her on touching her knickers with familiarity? Oh bollocks, just not worth worrying bout all that.

"Yea probably have a bruise right there too" Paul pointed at the side of his head in example.

"How many?" Louise held her hand out waiting for a load of charred knickers. She knew the score.

"Only one" Paulie chirped happily "In Johns pocket"

"Just one pair?"

"Yep, here you go. Was tired of them pair anyway, bit tight in the gusset" I tendered gently, Lou gazed down at the lacey material in her hand, charred beyond recognition.

"Why are knickers pairs anyway?" Richard piped up in inquiry, hopefully saving me with his divisive tactics. His face though.... hasn't a bloody clue he's saving me "You know pair of socks, pair of knickers. Oh trousers- pair of trousers. Why pairs?"

Every one of us stared at him silently as we took in the question.

"Really Rich?" Louise retorted hastily "Pair of socks -two. Knickers -two, Trousers- two"

"Two what? Yes ok, two socks-two legs. I get that analogy" Richy fell back in the chair rubbing his ear "Ohhhhhhhh two legs for the knockers, knickers I mean" He returned his gaze to Lou again but not her face.... I'll let it slide just this once.

She does have a terrific set of tits at the moment, maybe it's the weather?

Didn't sort of notice them much in Old Blighty but here in Australia they seem to be always straining her blouse nicely. Maybe she wore too many layers back home for the chill or they shrunk from it, maybe we should move permanently to a warmer climate for her tits benefit.

"Bra is singular?"

"Yeah what is with that? Pair of tits but single bra" Paul decided to jump on the wagon train of idiotic questions.

"I don't know. Gee, you lot really need to get out of these hotel rooms, your brains are rotting like old fruit" Louise grinned and took the underwear to the bin, dropping them in. Then absentmindedly inquired to my tiredness level. "Afternoon lie down Winnie?"

Such a wonderfully thoughtful wifey....Hang on- was that the look.....! oh, right on Louise.

"I'm always up for an afternoon romp, I mean lie down Louise but where's Eve?"

"Mal took her to the pool" Hands on hips she did that stupid but endearing overdone wink of hers and I was gone.

"See you in a bit, lads"

They both groaned. Nice to annoy the lads, it just makes my grin that much wider as I follow Lou out the door.....

***

Now I sit ready and waiting.

Suit and tie, shoes shined and very well sated indeed. Ready for the final concert in Australia.

We had a good afternoon.

Thank god, I wasn't a professional athlete- they have to abstain from sex before an event don't they- poor buggers.

Louise sat at my feet playing with Evie and a set of A.B.C building blocks and I knew from her sighs I had done well, we, had done everything, very, very well.

Probably have another go about after the show, if I play my cards right.

One last trip down under, before we leave Down Under.

"What times the flight?" Louise piped up from the floor. Brian had finally stopped for a minute from his bustling about and looked over the lot of us, he was looking more worn than us tossers. Not sure how that is possible though... we're the blighters that slog away onstage for minutes then shoved in a car then bundled into the room- hard work all that.

He did do heaps though, signing papers and bills lots of paper pushing and everything had been grand this trip. When Louise stayed on, the extra room was organised and sorted us and Evie without issue.

"Ten A.M. Early night. No lady's boys, no parties Lennon"

"No bother to me. I am going straight to bed" I grinned and felt a pull on my trouser leg. Louise had my trousers pinched in her fingers and was looking up at me with a wee coy smile on her face.

This 'touring with the missus' lark is ok.