London Calling

Reality smacked everybody in the face as soon as we touched English soil. Work, appointments, interviews for the lads, families as wanting time, wanting a piece of everybody that returned from India relaxed, refreshed and rejuvenated.

"So this is it!" John waved his arms around wildly and all I could do was gape my mouth hung open at the massive, for want of better words, mansion that we stood outside of "I might sell it, but for now it's home"

We were in Surrey and hour or so from London and not too far from Heathrow airport, John decided he would come straight here and not go to London for the time being.

As we cleared a specially designated customs line for Beatles and company John began asking me, politely at first, to accompany him to his Surrey abode to which I begged off with a no. Then he flashed around like a lunatic, everyone in the room, now aware that John was on fire with an urgency for me to see 'Surrey'. I still denied the invitation and still he persisted.

His next attempt, almost completely down to the kneeling begging position in front of me at the pickup point was the last straw, to which my negative replies ceased. I hurriedly dragged him to his two feet before he completed the actual kneel but was a tad late to stop the  murmurs and fingerpointing that was now surrounding us. We were away from prying eyes but if a kneeling John in front of moi photo got out.... newspapers would have had a field day, let alone his adoring female fans.

Our airport departure then consisted of him dragging me to the car. George just shook his head and hugged me goodbye as John impatiently tapped his Beatle Boot on the tarmac.

"It's beautiful John. So beautiful"

"Come 'ead, there's a pool!" He was running 'round giving me the royal tour, it was a lot to take in. "Hurry up , there's six bedrooms, here's mine and a sauna, you know, like Sweden!"

"You're a goon, Lennon!" He held my hand and tugged me from room to room til we ended up in the kitchen. Apparently, tea was needed now.

"You don't have to bunk with me luv, no pressure" We were sipping the tea looking out at the gardens.

"Warn me when you're going to say stuff like that will you! I nearly covered you in tea!" I laughed, he smirked, pulling me into his arms, my cup, and his, set aside on the bench.

"You'll stay for a bit at least, wont you?"

"It's a long way from London. I don't suppose there are many jobs going 'round here, now is there" I kissed his nose and looked over the back garden, I could feel his eyes boring into me.

"You don't have to work"

"But I have no money, John, I'm not..... Don't look at me like that!" John was pouting "I can't bludge off you, I've done enough of that with Georgie. Come on, show me your piano and play me something, anything to stop that pout!" I tugged at his arm and we held each other walking through the halls, he was quiet.

"There. There's the piano, happy now?"

"Is there anybody else here?"

"What?!"

"Is. There. Any. Staff or others. Here?"

"No just us. I don't know wha...Oh" As John spoke I sat on the piano stool, patting the space beside me. His smile was back in an instant.

"I thought you were sick of me company" His hands roamed and I was sat up on the piano keys before I had a chance to say F sharp, his body snug between my legs "I'll have to tune this again.  Kassandra you are a naughty girl, we can play all the right notes and hit higher ones, no one's around"

We spent a few lusty moments there, me tinkering the keys with my bum and him playing me perfectly, then afterwards, John played snippets of tunes he had in his head, which were itching to get out, the piano still in tune I may also add and the guitar sat beside it taking turns to sooth the itch in Johns musical fingers. As John had all these tunes and words just floating in his head, slipping his lips I silently decided to take note of the words, quickly scrawling them down as fast as they flowed from his lips.

"You know luv, if I can't remember what I did here tonight, it's not good enough" John watched me as I held a finger up as I wrote the last of the verse on the paper in my lap.

"What?!" I looked up stupefied.

"If I can't remember tonight's music tomorrow it must have sucked. It will have been trash so writing all that could be for naught, Kass"

I huffed and nodded, I should have known. All George's bits and bobs of scrap paper had ended in the trash one day a while back, he laughed at me digging them all out purporting to saving lost treasures. George had to then explain about the 'trash' not being song worthy.

John dragged me up the stairs, lifting me to his arms at the top. We then struggled down the long corridor, me complaining I could walk, John complaining I had eaten too much, I smacked his arm.

"Bed now! Not the main one though" I giggled, John was still carrying me and halted at the main bedroom's doorway turning left and right not sure why I had said the things I did.

"Why?" A clearly perplexed man awaiting a quick answer.

"That's where she was"

"Don't be silly" He started to go into the room then looking at my grumpy face, then quickly backed out "Women!"

"Needs fumigating that's all!" I laughed and he cackled at my silliness.

"I'll discard the sheets and furniture as soon as possible me lady"

"No need to take the furniture, but bedding, yes!"

"You're daft"

"If I had you at my place and asked you to lay where a previous consort lay....."John just looked at me blankly "... Oh yea you're a male"

We somehow slept all the next day, oh yea probably because we had finished talking and kissing amd more in the wee hours. I awoke to John's sweet kisses on my face and tickling fingers on my belly just as the daylight was fading the next evening.

I bounced up clearly refreshed from the overlong sleep and ran first for the shower, leaving him sitting in bed, leaning on the headboard having a smoke all the while complaining I was taking far too long showering and, it being his house, he should be first at everything! As I combed out my hair the bedroom turned to silence and I snuck a look, John had given up and left me to the shower, and room.

"Tea and toast ok?" He stood at the fridge in just an apron I was perving at his bum while he made us a light dinner "I'm just a chunk of meat to you, aren't I!" He huffed and leaned over, needlessly mind you, to the very bottom of the cupboard.

"Aye, and a big chunk it is too, lad" I winked like a farmer, looking at his prize bull.

"I'm blushing beetroots" John fanned himself and chased me round the room.

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"So, you're staying now? Can you drop me a line to tell me these things, I get very confused luv" We were on the patio, a few days later in the early evening, the day had been warm and now as the sun was setting it was still, not a breath of wind through the trees, leaves stilled and the pussy willow that always shivered and fluttered was now frozen and unwavering, the heat had abated to a lovely temperature, perfect to sit and have a cuppa.

We had had a week of downtime which was very nice, just the two of us strolling the gardens or picnicking under trees, swimming or travelling country lanes. It would be over all too soon, the boys decided to reconvene at the studios, I hadn't bothered going into the 'job no job' conversation again, though John would hint often that I should be happy with just him.

"I'm just not going at the present time that's all, John. I know you're going into London soon. We have til then to sort out something, right?"

He tossed his toast to a sparrow and stood up stretching. "I don't think I want to be alone, I need someone to stop me getting into trouble"

"Well don't look at me I'm more trouble than its worth" I popped our cups and plates inside on the kitchen sink and came back hugging him from behind my hands tickling over his chest, the apron now replaced with jeans and t-shirt. "I think I need to have my hands doing something or I'm going to fall again John, I don't want to let you, or myself down, you know that. I need busy, something"

"I could keep you busy" Eyebrows wiggled as he cast a look over his should turning and picking me up, spinning us round. I kissed him, running my fingers through his hair and we were quiet, no words spoken, silence and us for a long time. It was nice.