Warning: Badly written love making ahead.

Well I found the shower, towels, soaps and some shampoo, guess I didn't have much else to do but have a shower! I spotted an oversize button up shirt on the nearby clothes hook, very handy- why not, just till my jeans aired and my shirt dried a bit after a wash in the sink. After all I had worn them all night.

Finishing off in the shower, I slipped on the shirt nabbed from the hook. Checking in the mirror-

Long enough- check.
Lean over not too bad, covers my dignity- check.
Tip toes passable- check.

I wandered through the living room of the lightly furnished guest house, it was airy and peaceful. Really, it was way big enough to be a proper sized house all on it's own.

Hair dripping on the floor I quickly stepped onto the deck of the lovely little house to finish drying the mane of tangles. I tussled it about with the towel and leaned forward to swing the wild wet strands over my face so that they were nearly touching the floor in front of me. So I could dry the underneath.

I heard a weird crash of what sounded like glass from across the yard then loud yelling and cursing.

Pricking my ears to the ruckus, I realised he was coming ever closer, across the lawn, at speed.

"Fucking hell, the fucking twat has gone an' shagged her, he knew the arse, he knew!" John grumbled none too quietly as he stormed towards me.

The path way between the two buildings was set with large raw stone pavers presses into the grass, his bare feet echoed on the stone "I'll murder 'im" was sworn as he bound up the few stairs present and it was only then that I stood up, with my hair a wild mess of tangles and waves.

It was like he was on a mission, not even giving me a glance he strode past, wrenching open the sliding door as he began hollering loudly "Damn it Richie, I trusted you!"

John marched off inside, stalking through the building calling for Richard, swearing and cussing the poor absent man, banging doors and opening closets.

Still unsure of the problem I stood just outside of the small guesthouse and tried to get John to hear me over his ranting "John he isn't in there. John!"

Stood in the living room, he wiped his face put his hands on his hips and looked at me clearly for the first time that morning. "What?! And...You!" A finger waggled at me "You should know better... and him, I'll never have him here again"

"What are you prattling on about, Richard left an hour ago. He isn't here." I just watched as John turned, pacing quickly into the kitchen and walking back out, a bottle of water in his hand "Whatever Richard did, I'm sure he didn't mean it"

The head snapped up and he was on top of me glaring that famous Lennon glare. A truly scary thing to be subjected to "Oh yea I suppose he just slipped and fell in, did he? What I want to know is why?? Why 'im. We have been chatting and I was nice to you, wasn't I"

"Why him what? Are you high? If you are I'm outta here. I can't deal with.."

"I'm not bloody high BJ! I'm pissed that you and, and.." His hand was flicking towards a mysterious place, possibly Ringo and I finally, finally realised what the problem.

Looking down at my attire, Richards shirt I guess, me standing half dressed after a shower on Ringos porch. I had one John Lennon jumping to massively incorrect conclusions. John sat on the step dejectedly and swigged the water, gulping it down like he hadn't see the stuff in years.

I walked over, trying not to giggle at the absurbity of it all. I stood millimetres from him, my legs close beside him.
With me standing, him sitting I waited and watched him staring at the garden. My knees were in line with his face. After a heated silence I nudged him gently to only have him flick me away with his hand. I nudged him again and dropped down one step.

Nudging him a third time got a response, his hand sat on my shin then wrapped round to my calf then finally hugged both my legs making me almost topple.

As his hands released I dropped down to the next step and his palm was situated high on my thigh, I bit my lip as he rubbed lightly.
My skin was tingling and my body heating and my only thought was... Thank god, I shaved last night before work.

"Why him?" Still he persisted with the thoughts of Richie and me together. "Oh, I know everyone thinks he's the unluckiest of the fabs to get a date but one look at a girl with those baby blues and he has them like putty in his 'and"

The hand stops and I nudge him once again to look at me, I'm a fraction higher than him standing beside him on the step. The hand travels up higher. My skin quivers under his palm and obviously, even with Richie's supposedly fooling around with me, it doesn't stop Johns own tantalising endeavours.

Should I be worried by that, I don't know.

Finally, the eyes move to my face, that is to say, after they roamed from my feet up my naked legs to the oversized shirt I was wearing, but he made it and I smile at him and leaned in, two hands cupping his face, I kissed him as sweetly as I could "Are you thinking dirty thoughts of me and Richie, hmmmm?"

Mute and stunned, realising I'm right in front of him and no Ringo about. His lips part and he speaks in a whisper "What are you doing here, his shirt barely on ya..."

"He left for the airport, but offered me the facilities as I was stuck til someone woke up to take me home. You walked out as I was innocently drying my hair"

"There was nothing innocent about you. When I walked out and saw you on Rich's patio, a man's shirt barely there, hair over your head rubbing.... Vigorously..."

"You do have lovely turn of phrase John" I tickled his cheek and his hand clamped down on mine, his other clamping on my waist squeezing slightly "Ohhhh"

"So nothing then?"

"No John, nothing happened with Richard, gosh you would think you actually had a crush on me the way you behave" I laughed at the preposterous thought and dropped a step finally facing him fully, his eyes looking through the fringe that had fallen "No, you don't" I tried to convince the both of us.

He smiled, almost shyly, and I moved his fringe so I could read his lovely face. His eyes so stormy and dark moments before, light and teasing me now with their beautiful colour. His face was open, true and my heart skipped a beat, the thought I could mean even a small amount to him was jaw dropping. Another beat of my heart sounded and I 'tsk'd' the whole outrageous thought.

I walked up the steps and grabbed the towel. John immediately took it and wrapped it around my body holding me, pulling me toward him then just as quickly dropped it on the ground, jumped back down the steps and went onto the grass.

"Do you always do that....tease and walk" I call.

He is back in front of me in seconds. When he wraps his arm around my waist, I know I am his no matter what happens in the future. I want to be his.

Then his lips are there, near my ear, his breath hot, tickling my senses... his voice slides over me, flowing all over me, causing my insides to melt into a puddle of heat "Only when I want her to want me just as much"

I put my arms around his neck. "Is this payback for me using Richie's shower?"

I can't believe I am doing this being so forward, he is a legend for tossing women away and I know it. Why am I so obsessed to have him for myself. Should I back away quickly, close my eyes to my body's wants and reflexes. I seem to have little chance of stopping if he touches me any lower, or higher.

"You're thinking bad things of me, aren't you" he holds my eyes in his gaze, his brown orbs alight with a hunger of their own, but also worried, wondering what problems I am foreseeing.

Am I capable of holding my own with him, or will he take and move along.

Surely a reasonable girl would baulk, a silly girl jump in with two feet, a shy girl would need more urging. I chose. "Yep"

"Could I change your mind?"

"Probably" And thus I allowed him to try his best at convincing my shy girl to wake up and shine, bask in his gaze, meet him with similar lust. He tore his eyes from mine and licked his lips, which way would he proceed I had no idea and I didn't really care.

Looking up he watched me bite my own lip, it seemed to be his undoing and as he took my mouth to his kissing hungrily, I sighed, allowing him entrance to meet my tongue, to delve deeper into the kiss and me. He kissed with passion, whipping me along in his intensity, his wanting groan murmured into my mouth pulling me toward his fire, to his need to claim.

"Bethany" the growl of my name being spoken in a deep lust filled timbre broke into my senses and I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around his middle. I was sat up on the railing and we settled in a while with a little kissing and tasting and testing.

"I want you Beth" His voice was a lower octave now, rumbling through my insides, the words white hot to my own heightened senses. I hopped down kissed him once more and he tugged me with a gentle hold on my hand, to his bed.

Pushing him down on his back I straddled then leaned over his chest impatiently, tearing his button up shirt off while he watched on with a wicked glint in his eye. My lungs filling and deflating heavily under his wandering gaze. The recently borrowed shirt was swiftly removed and he held my breasts, softly cupping them, leaning up to hold a nipple, licking... then his teeth, teeth grazing lightly careful not to hurt, but filling me with crazy fire.

I couldn't breathe.

He licked me, teasing my skin. I moaned.

My hands need to touch so I run them all over his body, searching, finding, discovering. He was impatient, my panties were taken and discarded to find later, I found his jeans zipper and rose up off him to shimmy his pants down. We joined quickly.

His burning need to control my body, to take me away with him to fly high was exhilarating.

His body sending me wild.

He controlled and I let him.....