A/N: Oh hey I'm not dead. Plus, this will be a bit more, explicit. Nothing smutty though.

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Yoko was in the living room playing with Sean. I could hear them laughing about, but I was too busy trying to write a new song.

Nothing was coming into my brain. A love song, perhaps? Too many of those already, Johnny-boy. A song about one of the boys? It would feel too complicated to write about the Beatle days. What about Paul? It would feel too complicated, it would feel as if I was writing about an old, happy memory. I smile to myself, remembering the Beatle. I run a hand through my hair and smile at the memories, especially the ones of me with Paul.

I smirk at him. "What's wrong, Macca? Feeling a little lonely?"

"Oh fuck off, John." He was clearly irritated by me. Good.

"Whatever you say, princess." The smirk still on my face. "You know you want it. Now come and get-" He crashed his lips onto mine, cutting me right off.

I kissed back lustfully. I've been waiting for him to do that nearly the whole damn hour we've been siting here trying to write a song. Our lips move in sync to one another's.
His small, dainty lips fitting in with my thin, chapped ones. He pulled away first, making me groan in frustration.

"What is it?" I ask impatiently, wanting to continue our previous activity.

"I-it's just that Cyn and Jane are in the floor above and we can't bloody risk it." He said nervously.

"That's true..." I start. "But frankly, sweetheart, I don't give a fuck." I pull him back into the kiss.

Soon enough, our kiss turned into a full on make out session. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, and I was now on top of him. I pulled away and started sucking on his neck. He made a squeak of surprise when I did this. God, he was so adorable. He kept trying to stifle back a moan, but  he couldn't take it any longer and gave out a loud moan.

"John?" I heard Cynthia coming down the stairs, shit.

I pulled away from Paul who looked quite annoyed that I stopped. I saw a dark purple mark on his neck, the same spot I sucked on. He lifts up his collar to his it just as Cynthia walks into the room with Jane behind her.

"Paulie, time to go home." She smiled at him.

We bid goodbye to each other and he left the house trying to lift his collar to hide the hickey from Jane.

I snap back to reality when Yoko is calling me to the living room. I walk in and she reminds me that we have to finish Double Fantasy today.

"Hurry up and get ready, John. You don't want to be late to the studio."

I check the calendar to see what day it is.

December 8, 1980

I go back into my private little space, and remember what I was thinking about. Yep, next song is gonna be about Paul. I'll try and keep it all gobbledygook to make people think of a woman.

I think about writing it on the way to the studio and recording it on Double Fantasy, but decide against it.

I'll write it some other day.

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A/N: hello (darkness my old friend) again, people who read this. I hope you enjoyed this oneshot. I dunno, I wanted to go for a more explicit-y and angsty thing. Sorry I've been gone for so long! I'm usually just reading on wattpad nowadays and NEVER updating. Again, hope you enjoyed!