Four months you'd been away from your family. Traveling every corner of the country. The shows lasted a good few hours and the /after show/ sometimes even a little longer. Every night you would meet him in a far away dressing room, allowing him inside and keeping guard on the outside, by his demand, once the door was closed. You never questioned what happened in there and you were sworn to never speak of it.
The older man would arrive, usually very sweaty after his exit off stage, go inside the room, and return whenever he was done doing whatever the room withheld. Sometimes it would be half an hour, sometimes it could be quite a bit longer. You toured with the production team and were hand selected by Paul to be there specifically when the show had finished. You wanted to know so badly what went on behind that door but you were so afraid that it would ruin the incredible position you were in, touring with the most influential and popular musical artist of all time.

He was never nasty or rude, he would greet you at the door with a hug and chat to you about the show for several moments before he made his way inside the room. After, he would come out and walk with you until you both got in your separate cars back to whichever hotel you were staying at; one for the band and one for the production team. He made you feel safe.

Tonight was the last night before the week break of tour. Not knowing what happened in the rooms each night was absolutely eating away at you and you felt like tonight was the night where you would build up enough courage to go and see for yourself. Five minutes before you knew the show was about to end, you made your way down the hallway, waiting at the very last room as Paul instructed.

"Good evening." You smiled politely at him as he approached you.

"Good show!" He beamed, lightly patting your back as he gave you a quick hug, "I'll be out in a bit, thanks for this." You nodded contently after he spoke and opened the door for him, standing back in front of it once he shut it behind him.

Tonight, your curiosity was taking over you. You wanted to know what happened behind that closed door. Perhaps he just wanted some time alone to wind down after his hectic show, perhaps he was hiding something. You'd never know unless you had a look.

You swallowed hard and nervously, placing your hand on the door handle and slowly pushing it open so there was a gap big enough for you to peek through. You cringed as the door creaked and bit your lip harshly, narrowing your eyebrows. After a few seconds of scanning the room, finding a back door and a sofa with a centre table, you spotted Paul, instantly walking over to the closest window. Your eyes followed his every movement closely as he reached into his inside blazer pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter as he pushed the window open with his other hand. Placing one of the cigarettes in his mouth, he lifted his other hand up and lit it. You widened your eyes and watched in amazement, he looked incredible when he was smoking. Even now. Even in his seventies. Something about the rush for him to get the nicotine into his body was oddly sexy. Plus, as far as everyone knew, including yourself, he didn't even smoke anymore. Is this why he came into this room after the show, so he could have a quick smoke without anyone around? Regardless of the answer, you very much enjoyed watching it. The way he delicately held the cigarette and exhaled the smoke out of the window was one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. Was it normal for a man to make a dirty little habit look so good?

He reached his arm out of the window to tap the ash out of it before quickly pulling it back to his lips, closing his eyes as he took another drag. He lifted his free hand and pushed his hair back, exhaling the smoke and wafting it out of the window with his hand. After a few minutes of watching him in awe, his attention was suddenly taken by a knock at the back door. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it out of the window before walking over to the back door, opening it and raising his eyebrows as he saw the female figure, almost looking startled as she immediately leant forward to press her lips against his.

"That's a nice entrance, love." Paul mumbled as he kissed her back, sliding his hands down her sides until their hands touched and guided her toward the couch. Your eyes widened as their kissing and touching continued once sat at the sofa. They only broke the kiss when she pressed Paul back against the sofa by his shoulders before leaning in to lightly kiss his neck, making his eyes fall shut. You found your lips parting as he let out a soft moan, repeatedly sliding his hand up and down her thigh. In almost a blink, she was sat in his lap as their lips met again and again. Their hands flew up and down each other's bodies and Paul's blazer was quickly on the floor, following by the woman starting to unbutton his shirt. He truly must have never lost his touch with the girls, she was all over him. You had to look away in a sudden movement when she started to tug at his belt, making him whisper something into her ear after looking around the room.

You leaned back against the wall outside the room and placed your hand over your heart, feeling it beat madly at what you were witnessing. Through all this, you couldn't help but wish it was you in there with him. He had such a radiating charm about him that you just wanted to fall at his feet each time you saw him.

You plucked up the courage once more and gazed through the crack in the door. By this time, the girl was making her way back to her feet after being crouched in front of him, his legs spread wide at either side of her. She licked her lips and quickly fumbled with his crotch as she zipped it back up, keeping her eyes directly on his as he stayed completely exhausted against the sofa. He had a proud smirk on his face and his chest was heaving. Suddenly, you remember a significant detail that messed all this up; wasn't Paul married to Nancy?

"Thanks for everything, love." You watched Paul as he brought the girl back in for another kiss, grinning as he pulled back.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. McCartney. It always is." She grinned back, kissing him once more before making her way back toward the back door.

Paul remained in a comfortable, content state as he sat on the sofa. He smiled softly to himself and placed his hands on his knees as he stood. It was at that very moment both of your eyes connected as you continued to watch through the small gap you'd made in the door. You quickly pulled back and gasped to yourself, afraid of what would happen next.

"Come in." Paul called after a few long seconds of silence. You swallowed hard before hesitantly pushing the door open all the way, looking down sheepishly.

"I- I'm sorry, I wasn't spying... I- I was... J-Just making sure you were alright. The noises were a bit... Loud." You stutter, making your way over to him after closing the door.

"That's what happens when you get someone who's good with their mouth." Paul shrugged casually, patting the spot next to him on the sofa. Your eyes widened even more, unsure of what to say. "What did you see, love?"

"E-Everything..." You mumble, shyly sitting down next to him and resting your hands in your lap, "I- I saw you smoking... I didn't know you smoked."

"Oh, yeah... I did give up a little while ago. But, believe me, after a tour schedule as packed as this, no rest, no sex... You need something to just... Relax." Paul smiled, "Besides, if I had one before the show, I'd most likely cough up a bloody lung on stage!" He chuckled, "I'm sorry, it's a nasty habit."

"Oh, no, no... You looked very nice while doing it." You whisper, biting your lip gently as you slowly look up at him.

"Oh? Well, thank you," He winked, resting his arm across the top of the sofa, "I'm sorry you had to hear or see anything else that me and that lady did."

"I- It's fine.. The only thing that confused me was... Nancy?" You scowled, tilting your head slightly.

"Oh, /Nancy/." Paul let out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. "You know, me and Nancy aren't actually real."

"What?" You arch a brow, obviously confused.

"We're not married. We're not even together. Well, I mean, we were... But she wasn't giving me exactly what I needed. That was the 'no sex' part. That's when I started smoking again." Paul cringed playfully, shaking his head, "We never told any journalists, though. We're just together to keep the media happy. That a Beatle /can/ settle down."

"Wow..." You widen your eyes, genuinely shocked at what he was saying, "S-So, every night? Well, after every show? This happens?"

"Pretty much... I mean, they don't have to. Don't get me wrong, I would never force myself upon any of these beautiful ladies. But they have no problem with meeting up like this. It's kind of smug to know that women still want me like when I was a Beatle." He chuckled out his words, widening his eyes.

"I see... So, Mr. McCartney isn't the innocent family man." You widen your eyes playfully, poking his thigh.

"I can't help always wanting to feel incredible." He smirked, placing his hand over yours against his thigh. He looked down at them and then back into your eyes, his hazel pools almost putting you in a trance.

"It's unbelievable, Paul... How do you still manage to get so many women all over you?" You ask shakily, feeling your breath hitch in your throat as he edged closer to you.

"Let me show you." He whispered, and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours.

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So this is something different! I wrote this a couple of months ago... Please let me know what you think! Thank you 😄