"Well that was delicious. Where'd I leave me guitar?" 

John stood up abruptly, the chair scratching noisily on the stained timber floor, his hurried movements bellying his rapid consumption of the meal.

He had been muttering the whole time, jotting words down on a napkin after begging for a pen from the waiter early in the meal, now he was overly impatient and wanting to hurtle off back to the room in search of his beloved guitar.

John had inspiration.

And nothing could stop John when he had inspiration.

The restaurant around them was timber panelled with huge stone pitched fireplaces both ends, surrounded by couches for lounging relaxed and gazing into the flickering flames- romantic, and on any of the other night, John would lose himself to the dancing firelight while sipping his wine and waiting for his meal.

But not tonight.

The meal of venison and deep red wine, something John and Lou weren't used too but tried anyway. It was nice, strong tasting, not something instead of bangers and mash but for a change, a meal out- nice. Lou tasted the meal, John sat impatiently woofing it down, in his haste to get the music that was caged inside-out.

"Dessert Johnny?" Louise looked lovely, the sweater which fit perfectly snug accentuating her assets and before coming down for the meal John had wanted to stay in the room, rip it back off of her and starve, but dinner was pre-arranged, George and Judy were waiting. So he was starved of her instead.

"Bring it along luv. George come 'ed leave the girls to sort the sweets. Bring us a bottle or two of that nice wine, Lou" John fleetingly kissed her cheek and she scowled at his frantic movements, but she knew.

She knew he had an itch that wouldn't go away, the itch wouldn't go away without his getting the thoughts and sounds from his darling head.

"Is he always that...." Judy smiled waving a hand about, as they glanced over the dessert menu.

"Impatient, distracting ..... annoying" Lou looked about for the waiter, he was hovering a moment ago, now the place was like a desert.

"I was going to say creative" Judy smiled again as Louise giggled at her berating of John. "But yes, I see it could be overwhelming and .... annoying"

"You can't derail him in moments like these and let me tell Judy... I've tried all sorts of womanly wiles" Judy clutched Lou's arm with wide eyes, no one spoke about things like this in her circle of friends. Lou wasn't being crass or anything just hilarious in her words "Even tried a fancy strip-tease once... with these brand-new crotch-less knickers and bra complete with bloody gold tassels! Didn't even see me, did he"

Lou paused and sighed yet smiling with remembered thoughts of his funny ignorance to her endeavours at the time "That was 'I Feel Fine' I think.... yea you know the one..." Lou leaned across the table grinning and started singing quietly watching Judy's face taking it all in "...... Baby says she's mine, you know / She tells me all the time, you know / She said so / I'm in love with her and I feel fine and there I am ignored, standing starkers in the centre of the living room and he's writing I'm in love with her shite!"

Judy was quiet for a few moments and Lou thought she may have overstepped the boundaries of propriety. Finally Judy shook Lou's arm again then burst out in laughter. Nope didn't overstep nothing.

Lou stood up and waved to the waiter, he was chatting up the lady cleaner.

Laden down with chocolate delicacies and three bottles of wine, one for later. Lou and Judy were laughing as they entered the room.

"Did you two drink one of these on the way up, did you?" George greeted them both at the door with a peck on the cheek for Judy. Smartly he unburdened them of the wine placing it on the side table and stood preparing the glasses for each of them to imbibe.

"Listen to this" John sat on the carpet at the end of the bed and began to play and sing.

Judy wandered over to the fireplace with a look of astonishment. John was working magic again. The song sounded almost finished, he didn't even trip on words unfamiliar.

Louise leaned on the wall proudly, folding her arms in front of her and took in his demure, his ease at singing such a new creation, like he had known it his whole life.

Judy sat in the armchair by the fire as she and Lou clapped.

"Do you always have it so complete, so soon, that was just amazing.. to see those words minutes ago being jotted down on a napkin and now, this..." Judy shifted a little and let George join her, squeezing into the large armchair together.

"Fluke this one. Some come out in a day, some in hours. 'Find the faster they come the better they are" John played some chords softly as they chatted, an old tune, slow and gentle.

"Amazing" Judy glanced enquiringly at Louise as Lou lifted the revised lyrics to her face, repeating the lines silently to herself.

Lou bit her lip and frowned.

If she hadn't had the conversation about the wood and told him to go sleep in the bath she would have been livid with him. As it was she just had a peculiar, not very nice feeling inside.

"What's wrong?" John placed the guitar on the bed behind him and pulled at Louise's tight red leggings.

Louise glanced down at him and shook her head "Its nothing. I just read-... No, nothing"

"Come on, those frown lines are almost gullies, luv" John managed to get Lou on the floor beside him and a wine was placed in her hand.

Everyone was looking at her.

She knew it was silly, knew it wasn't what she saw, but it read like it.

It sounded like it.

Lou stood up again, discontent and stepped toward the window and got her thoughts lost in the swirling eddy outside.

George felt the mood shift gears so stood and pulled Judy up with him "I'm going to get some rest. That wine wasn't the best idea with these pain pills, sorry" It was a ploy to leave the two Lennon's alone and Louise apologised quietly for her upset.

Suddenly the room was deafly silent, bereft, empty and John was rubbing his forehead and neck in anticipation of a unknown problem. Standing behind her, he raised a hand then stopped and let her breath for herself for just a little longer.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "Sorry I made them uncomfortable"

"It's all right but you need to tell me what's the matter so I can fix it" John rubbed her back, Lou spun slowly and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Its so silly" Louise grimaced and turned to kiss his cheek "I'm so silly"

"Come on out with it, then we can laugh about it" John kissed her lips the wine tasted sweeter there, sweeter than the rim of the glass. Lifting her hand, he began kissing her fingers, one by one.

"It sounds like a cheaters song" There it was out, she blurted it and instantly, instantly regretted it "I know in my heart it isn't but the words. I know you and words. I'm silly, tell me I'm being silly. Kiss me and tell me I'm silly"

John picked up the sheet of paper and turned it toward the light. Reading slowly to himself, trying to see what Louise was hearing and seeing coming off the page.

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A/N: another warning another day... Geez I really need a life instead of living so vicariously!! Haha

He didn't truly understand her anguish but wanted to remedy it, so he began by kissing her sweetly on the forehead. His way of calming her, showing how much he cared.

John kissed her again and moved away from her, turning all the lights off, he placed both the page and the guitar on the chair, then turned and pulled Louise into his arms beside the bed.

The flames lit his way.

She worked her lip with worry as he stooped to take off her low heels, then she held his shoulder as he worked her tights pants off her hips. Kissing her gently, he held her face in his hands and kissed her eyes, cheeks and nose. She melted inside as he took off her sweater then he gazed at her with unfettered adoration taking in the lace bra, the knickers, her, he kissed her lips slowly, tenderly, with feeling, with love.

"Lay down my darlin"

And she did, her submissive to him, letting him touch and make her feel loved.

Loved of the loved.

He'd had to learn this, giving not taking. A bit like Christmas, it was.

Giving not receiving being the ultimate heartfelt endeavour. Years ago he took, dragged from some, pilfered from others but not Louise, not now. Not when she was like this, almost docile and with her bordering on worry, he would give away his own selfish enjoyment and let her receive his gifts like she offered him that very afternoon.

Laying her down slowly, drifting fingers over her curves John let his lips roam. Her skin so soft, silky, creamy and tasting sweet. Her perfume, his favourite, sprayed in just the perfect way to be enticing, engaging, sweeping his senses away.

John found her shoulder with his lips and graze of his teeth and she tensed in ticklish anticipation, it was her weak spot and he enjoyed teasing her skin there. He then nibbled and blew silent whispers of warm breath on her skin, making her flame and arch as he laid heaver kisses and nibbles all the way to her nipples.

How he made her loose control, how she loved losing control, with him.

With slow exquisite movements he filled her, making her tremble.

John took his time as long as he could without falling apart himself, beginning to move slowly ever so slowly. Louise gasped at the sheer pleasure-shooting gloriousness of it all, the feeling boarding on exquisite perfection and tender pain. She clutched strained fingers on the sheets and locked John in her leglike vice, loving how he felt buried inside her, surrounding her with his scent, clinging tight to her. They rocked gently with no urgency til Lou arched to join him sending them deeper then swiftly they rose to a crescendo of hellfire.

She felt as though if she reached out .... she could almost touch heaven, as she touched John. As they climaxed one moments after the other, they enjoyed each other's faces come undone. She stroked his back as he cradled her so gently in his arms.

Snow swirled hard and fell heavily and slapped randomly against the window.

John took up the entire bed, spreadeagled and comfortable .... Lou squeezed around him, fitting along his side perfectly. Staring at the ceiling he spoke clearly, precise and heartfelt "You know all those words are your words, your actions right? The rug, telling me off last night, sending me to the tub!"

Her skin was damp with sweat and when she sat up slowly to watch him, her normally fast tongue was stilled. John stroked a finger down her arm, watching the flames dash stripes and licks and bursts of colour over her near ivory skin. Lou nodded slowly and smiled a small smile of embarrassment, her eyes dropping away, wandering his body as she did so.

"I'm sorry if it sounded otherwise, I didn't realise luv. The words just tumble so fast sometimes.... you know that and it's either a train derailment or perfection ..... like you" Lou's eyes shot up and that smile, that wonderful grin as she took in his statement.

John watched her.

Her hands were running over her hair to tame the wayward after sex locks. He stopped them, she was beautiful and fresh and so utterly delicious looking- like she had just enjoyed a good tumble about in their bed.

Then one hand was covering her breasts as she recalled her silly thoughts, doubting yet again. John took her hands in his and reached up to kiss each nipple, each lovely curve. "Stop covering my play-mat, you" John blessed her with a wry playful smile as he gazed up at her. She let her lips convey her thoughts, she smiled cheekily back, running her hands down his front, lower and lower, easily stirring him awake "Again?"

"Yes please John"