Evie woke early every morning so by the time nine o'clock rolled around this particular morning Eve was feed, bathed, dressed and playing happily .... that was until the doorbell chimed, scaring the begeebers out of her...

Lou scooped the wailing girl up shushing her and bouncing her all the way to the 'noisy door' "It's a noisy door isn't bubalub!! Let's see who could it be!!"

"Morning ladies" Paul grinned at the two beauties, offering flowers for one lady and a rattly toy for the other. She looks tired but... happy Paul thought, nice outfit.

Lou had Johns dress shirt on and nothing much else, she was covered but the picture was magnificent Paul thought.

"John about?" Paul scooped Evie out of Lou's arms then took off looking out the window to the backyard, spinning around the kitchen, throwing the chubby girl up high in the small laundry, jiggling Evie happily, Paul pretended he was puffed out and sat at the table.

"He's asleep" Lou fell into a chair opposite and Paul watched her lips curl upwards as she traced a scratch mark in the wooden tabletop. "He's totally buggered" Louise lifted her eyes and gifted Paul a grin, a knowing womanly smirk working away behind it, she sat dazed til Paul cleared his throat.

"Ahhmm, I'd kill for a cuppa Lou"

Standing up and switching the kettle on, Paul couldn't help but watch. She was willowy, and even as she walked about, you knew a dancer once existed. Elegant, a graceful air she had, even if she had a mouth worse than John at times. Lou shook the tea canister at Paul. "Ummm you haven't got an beef OXO by chance Louie? be a nice change from a brew"

"Oh yeah, I'll go one of those be like a nice soup in a cup" Lou grinned happily as she shoved the canister back in it's place then tapped her lip. Paul grinned watching her wonder where she put the little red OXO box, a light bulb came on and Lou turned about.

Top cupboard right over the sink, Louise stretched up fumbling about, Paul stopped chattering to Evie and looked back at what Lou was doing.

"Holy shit Louise"

"What?" Louise was fumbling around in the top cupboard blindly, tiptoes going up and down trying to get closer to the elusive little red box at the back of the cupboard as her hip sat, leaning against the sink.

"Lou, let me. Come take, Evie"

"No, its fine, I know it's here somewhere"

"Louise for Christ sake and for my sanity- go get some bloody knickers on" Paul hummed and looked about as Lou looked down from her stretch realising indeed she had been airing a lot more than laundry this morning.

"Oh, close your eyes Paulie! Fuck. Oh sorry bubba, Shivers" Lou tossed the found OXO in the sink and pulled at the shirt to hide her butt cheeks. Lou began circling the kitchen in agitation, she had promised herself not to overly flirt with Paulie, well this was a lot more overly than she wanted, a lot. Paul stood in her path on the second lap making Lou come to a hasty halt.

He grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the bedroom, kissing her cheek as she spun and pointing the way "As much as I enjoyed the show.... I really, really need you to put some knickers on beautiful" Paul pushed her down the hall laughing as she stretched Johns shirt lower.

Standing in the bedroom, Lou striped in front of the dresser, slamming drawers, pulling clothing out and tossing them about. The third drawer slammed shut and John shot up in the bed.

"What the hell is all the commotion?" John sat staring vacantly towards a blurry Lou then remembered his glasses. Lou had sat them on the nightstand for him so he dove to the side to retrieve them. He was knackered, the tour was over and Lou's appetite finally suppressed, he just wanted to sleep that's all .... for like weeks, at least three maybe even four.

"Nothing, go back to sleep" Louise pulled out a lace thong and tossed it over her shoulder, in a 'that won't do at all' huff.

"I can't sleep with you banging about and tossing undergarments about like confetti Louise" John cocked his head, she was starkers he noted, I could go another round he decided "Turn around, let me see all of you in the morning light Louie, Louie"

"No"

"Did you just deny your husband his pleasure, Louise Lennon?" John grinned as he sat watched Lou toss a few more lacy affairs over her shoulder. He singsonged "Louie, Louie, turnabout, put a big smile on Johnny's mouth"

"I can't, Paul's here"

"Well that's a bit of a downer. Does he happen to be looking after our princess?" Bloody McDowner what's he doing here at sparrow fart. McFarty McCartney John laughed to himself.

Lou reacted without thought, thinking John was referring to her not princess Evie "He hasn't touched me!" Lou's voice rose an octave higher, making John squint at Louise to see what the hell was the matter with her.

Then he heard her words filter through his sleepy mind.

"I'll kill 'im. I actually meant Evie, Louise. What did he do?" John pounced up off the bed, his mood sliding on a slippery jealous laden slope. Pulling his pyjamas on he caught Lou's arm "Did you answer the door naked, Louise?!"

"No, not really ...."

"What in Sam hell does that mean, 'no, not really.' You either did or you didn't .... Did he cop a feel? I'll cripple 'im, I will"

Louis snaked an arm around Johns neck as he stood blowing his stack "Oh you're so jealous. This is a massive turn on John" Louise did what she could to settle John down from killing his band-mate. Taking one for the team she let her body lay against his, pressing in on him, giving John no recourse other than to quieten a tad and look down at her boobs, pressed into his chest. "Kiss me like you own me"

"I do own you" John stated like he did indeed own Louise.

"You do not!" Louise whirled away, the turn on for John fizzing toward anger.

"Do too" John tried to make a last grab for Louise but she was gone, tossing a dress on, as she sought refuge on the other side of the bed, pulling up undies quick smart.

"Do not!" Louise stood fuming, hands on hip. So mad at his 'own me' crap "You wanted to hear me sing?!"

"What are you on about, sometimes I think you're flipping crazy Lou"

"I said ..... you wanted to hear me sing, right?"

"Yes Louise, I wanted to hear you sing!!!"

"Ok then, here goes" Louise took a breath this would sound awful because she was gonna shout it about the room, down the hall and back to the kitchen table!

"Ready??" Lou grumbled as John nodded, just plain angry she was.

You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

You don't own me

Don't say I can't go with other boys

Lou's voice rose as she fled the room, Paul stood bemused at the end of the hall watching her swing around wildly to sing the song to John who must have been stood inside the room watching her too.

And don't tell me what to do

Don't tell me what to say

And please, when I go out with you

Don't put me on display 'cause

Dashing past Paul, she lifted her voice, fluffing some words, hitting a couple of corker notes but as John joined Paul they grinned, she was damn good even if she was a looney toon.

Lou was on a roll, near yelling the song about the room, she worried the neighbours would hear her then ignored the worry.... and remembered John was a prat.

I don't tell you what to say

I don't tell you what to do

So just let me be myself

That's all I ask of you

Spinning around Lou jumped on the couch for the finale, John with a mock grouchy face wanting her to continue for if he grinned she would surely stop.

I'm young and I love to be young

I'm free and I love to be free

To live my life the way I want

To say and do whatever I plea-

George dashed in. "For crying out loud Louise the baby needs its hearing, stop that racket. My bicycle chain is smoother than that"

"Go eat a grapefruit George.... Oh no don't,  you already have. Get out of this flat, I'm trying to be angry at John but now he's grinning like a bloody hyena" Louise stood hands on hips over the lot of them, the quiet broken only by Evie rattling her new rattle about.

Paul started clapping, then John held his arms out for Louise to fall into him she pouted then fell earning a kiss.

"What were we fighting about?" John nibbled her neck as she hugged him.

"About Paul seeing my butt cheeks"

"Anything else?"

"Paul??" Lou questioned Paul as he stood watching the two of them starting to snog. Paul continued watching and not replying "Paulie?"

"Oh, what? yea- I mean no. Only two peachy butt cheeks, I'm fairly certain" Paul offered, John lifted his eyes and glared "No, definitely only two ripe butt cheeks"

"Would you stop with the peachy and ripe, Macca" John grumbled in Lou's neck. God, he thought, we're so hot and fucking cold ..... it's awesome.

"Are you lot conducting threesomes now?" George rolled his eyes, and hacked up a bit like he was going to be ill then pushed past Paul to get to the fridge, Lou had promised chocolate cake and threesome or not he was having some chocolate cake, she was a bloody good cook.

All three of them stood quietly, both boys looking at Louise, waiting for her next move.

Louise raised her head and grinned.... a 'hey that sounds fun' face gazed at them. Cheeky lips curling, her eyes holding Johns a heady moment longer, she cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'well ...'.

She was messing with them but they weren't to know, were they.

"No!! N.O" John grumbled shaking his head.

"Awwww" Louise pouted, then begged "Johnny ...... please" running her fingernails with abandon up and down his arm.

"NO Louise"

"Spoil sport" Lou's pout became even bigger as she gazed at him, the twinkle in her eye he missed.

"Louise for crying out loud" John fumed at her as she let her other hand walk fingers slowly up Paul's arm as well.

"I'll be extra good, Johnny" Louise batted her eyelashes, with lips offering silent promises as she began swinging her self side to side slowly. John and Paul harrumphed a slightly worried laugh out in unison.

She smiled knowingly...

"I'll let you .... own me, Winnie" Louise turned about catching Paul by the collar, tugging him close, her fingers of her other hand now tucked deep in Johns waist band, pulling him tight to her back.

"Mmmmmm....My own Beatley sandwich" Louise voice like melted naughty chocolate running all over them, she spun on a dime and had John then, kissing him wantonly.

John picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder.

"Come on Paul let's have some of the usual then" John thought he would wake Lou up at that remark 'the usual fun'. Him implying he and Paul conducted this sort of thing on tour, but Lou missed the tease. That's fucking McGrouse, who'd want to see his hairy ar-.

Louise stared panicking as he stalked down the hallway.

Squirming "Johnny!!"

Wiggling "John!"

"Keep your squirming up luv, it's doing wonders for my libido" John teased as he kicked open the door to their room. "Ready?!"

"John Johnny stop no. I was just teasing, Johnny!" John tossed Lou on the bed and crawled like a predator over her body.

"Paul, come met our Louise" John grinned over his shoulder.

"John Lennon, stop this right now!" She pummeled his chest.

"But you said!?"

"I was joking, it was a joke, hahaha . See funny, hahardy haha"

"I don't seem to be laughing now Louise..." John smirked then started on her "But I seem to be tickling a naughty wifey. Ahahaha!!!!!!! Take that Louise!"

"John stop. No. Stop. I'm ticklish there"

"Where? ..... There?!" John started afresh then stopped when Louise looked like she was going to pee herself "Let that be a lesson May belle don't Joke with the master"

John and Louise were engrossed in each other, Paul was forgotten, hovering by the door. They stopped the yelling and tickling, both panting from the exertion then John ducked his head low, millimetres from her face then, closing the gap, he dived on her, kissing Louise like she was the last woman on earth. 

"You two are plain loony" Paul walked out to the kitchen to find George and Evie and also to put the kettle back on for his very belated OXO.