Rocky Roads

Being married on the 30th March 1965 was the pinnacle... from there the pressure cooker of a Beatle life simmered along gently til the heat turned up and up, until it boiled and blew the top off our serenity.

"You lot all agreed to this, not me. I said it was a bad idea" I yelled at John through the door of the bathroom.

He grizzles through the door back at me then he is throwing it open, smashing it into the shower screen behind. He was livid and I actually let the thought, that he would grab me, cross my mind. But as soon as I did I let it go. He wouldn't. He was wonderful in that regard. He knew when to take his leave, so he did.

He turned about for his jacket. Livid but still in control "I'm going out" He spit the word out over his shoulder.

And then... he's gone.

Not every day was bad. Weeks could go by without a hitch, we would be loved up and as together as the previous times- 'joined at the hip' as Richie sometimes referred to our constant proximity to each other. We made love passionately, and often; long lazy weekends sprawled on the couch or in bed. Reading, kissing, crosswords questioned and filled in, tea and toast, touching; oh just the touch of his hand could send me to heaven- that man was magic to my senses.

Then something rocky and disputive band related would happen and the rot would set in once again.

After the management documents were signed and sealed The Beatle operation did finally settle into a good business.

Trying to stop the blatant drain from the coffers of Apple was another story entirely though.

Magic Alex came with his trickery and blatant inventive idiocy. Many others would simply walk in off the streets....offer an idea and the boys, being bored and easily led, would let these charlatans, practising quackery or some similar trick, obtain money.

Don't get me wrong a LOT of good was done too, many singers were nurtured and promoted. Albums and careers launched, but our Liverpool commoner roots made us all overwhelmed by the huge business and side show that was The Beatles circus.

Our pressure cooker of a marriage was hot. We, were hot, for sure.

John, the Beatles, the 'toppermost of the poppermost' was their early catchcry- always burning the hottest, brighter than the sun. Though now, they probably wish they weren't so close to that flaming ball of fire.

The blaze of a worldwide fan base wanting every single piece of each of them for themselves forced the lads to hibernate from touring. They loved giving back to the fans who put them where they were. The fans that were forever buying the albums but those same fans would tear them apart if they ventured too close and the screams, of thousands at concerts, oh my lord, the sound.... Hibernating in the studio was the only way.

Me on the other hand - from Beatles in-house legal counsel, began to quickly gain a reputation of being thorough and whip-smart lawyer who would work her backside off to get you in the clear. My speciality had obviously become entertainment law working for bands and the band members themselves it was basically everything I did for the lads but now it was also for everyone else. This was new legal territory and I was on the crest of the wave of a new, always changing, business landscape.

It quickly became apparently that I had to train my own band of lawyers, most garnered straight from university so they weren't bogged down in archaic ways. They were as hip as the bands they would provide a service for.

'London~New York~Australasia'

...it says on my stationary, and that's where the new franchises of my agencies were based.

So, between The Beatles merry go round, and my flourishing business, we were stretched taut.

We were very careful to have OUR time. Holidays cherished and regular. Family and friends always welcomed.

But everyone is human, time stands still for no one, you get weary, tired of the constant pressures and strains and cracks can, and will, unfortunately, appear.

One may not be there for the other when they are truly needed, when something hurts, and usually, that dominos into resentment.

A slippery slope.

"Wanna come out to the new gallery opening tonight luv?" John poked his nose over the newspaper pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Tonight, sorry Winks, remember I have to finalise the details of the Magical Mystery Tour movie. Derek and Neil were coming over to sort through the permits and documents for each of the local government area you're to be travelling through" I smile up at him a bit of jam is on my lip. He uses his thumb to wipe it gently away.

"Oh. Ok" John is sad but not destroyed I can't come out to play.

"How about's we open a bottle of wine when you get home and that box of chocolates you got for your birthday?!" I beam with my plan for a little romance "I know you have been looking forward to sharing them with me" I grin cheekily.

"My chocolates!" John admonishes me teasing smirk tugging his lips "Those are mine luv but I MIGHT share if we can nibble everything in bed!?" Cocking then wiggling an eyebrow at me, he finishes with an overdone wink.

"You are terrible" I toss a cushion at his head.

"But ya love me"

"Oh, yes I do Winks, I do"

Johns POV

Its been hard these last few months. Rox tries not to put her lovely heel down too hard at 'the firm' but when the four of us are losing the plot and on another wild goose chase she has to be mother hen and pull the reins. Unfortunately, I'm the one doing the most 'losing of said plot'!

Stupid magic Alex and his inventions they never work yet he can walk up to me with the next new-fangled hair brained idea and I say yes, bloody fool I am.

Perhaps after the gallery stuff we can really become one again like we used too. Well we do, do 'the sexy' often, and it's fantastic, but with every-bloody-one pulling us in all directions it feels like it's stuck in between the ad breaks on the telly.

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"What do you think" The little woman that is hosting the exhibit whispers to me, she is very short and I lean down to her to hear what she says.

"Oh very nice, different, makes me think...."

I'm being polite. I do like the weird items, a lot of it is white in colour. White on white like her outfit- white from head to toe. Displayed haphazardly and not like any exhibit I have ever seen before and some pieces are interactive which is pretty damn cool.

" I like the little tiny 'yes' written up on the roof, making me climb the ladder to that, twas highly intriguing"

She giggles and plays with her oversized white hat "That's good"

Then it starts.

"Please Mr Lennon may I discuss another show with you, perhaps over lunch tomorrow" Money, she wants money.

I'm too soft.

I should say 'sorry, banks shut'.

She takes my hand in her tiny hand leading me over to a couple of white balloons in the corner of the room, and hands me a pin.

"Pop them" giggle, giggle she speaks quietly and her eyes search mine like she is delving my soul... Seeing everything.

"What?"

"Pop them" she giggles again and points to the balloons; so I pop them making us, and all those we are here with, jump. This broad is wacky, no one does this!

As I leave, I run into her again. She reiterates, asking for that bloody meeting "Ar umm ok then I guess. Ten a.m. Come to Saville Row and we can find somewhere to eat"

So soft I am.

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Warning : 18+ ahead

Roxan POV

"I'm 'ome!" John yells from the front door, his voice booming like he's using a loud-hailer.

"In 'ere" I bellow back. We are so 'common' behind closed doors!

I can hear him bounding up the stairs two by two, one boot is taken off near the top.

"Pick it up or you will fall over it later!"

"Oh, all right Syd" he grumbles happily, he knows he needs to move it. I nearly had him fall on top of me as we went downstairs from the same affliction only last week. He is hopping now, up to the discarded boot and back to our room, which is at the end of the hall.

"Hopping? That's new!"

"Gotta keep ya guessing!" He rounds
in through the doorway at the hop nearly taking the door off the frame as he hits the jamb. "Ouch"

"Easy there, tiger" He hits the brakes as he sees me on the bed waiting...on hands and knees.

"That's new" he says, copying my previous comment.

"Are you struck dumb, my dear?" I tease him as he has frozen in his tracks not moving and eyes never straying.

"What the hell are you wearing, it's fuckin........bloody hell Roxan" His voice fading to a whimper. The tiger print negligée is barely covering my assets, the front gaping as I 'pose' for him on the bed. I had picked it up in a rush whilst shopping for Christmas - this could be Christmas.

"You don't like??" I full on pout; my lips are a glossy wet pink from my lip gloss, I bat my eyelashes trying to be sexy. I'm going full on now; I turn a 180 on the bed so I'm facing away from him and wriggle, the g-string tiger print barely covering that end either. Turning my head, I know I'm in dangerous sexual territory. I bite my lip "You don't like...?"

Johns POV

My 'point of view', well that's a riot! See where I'm going with that!

This is what I wanted, wasn't it. Well it's here in front of me - paradise beckoning like a jewel in my bed.

She waggles a finger, beckoning me to her.

I feel like I'm on a leash which is getting pulled shorter and shorter, her fingers pulling me towards her and her very magical powers.

So damn hot.

The outfit is see-through but patterned, I imagine I can see heaven but the sheer patterns intrigue and invite me to find her hidden pleasures. Better than naked, the flimsy veil floats around her body inviting me to explore.

The lights are dim and a record plays quietly. Jazz, I think.

I can't really think straight my tie is bloody strangling me.

"Come here, you" The tigress sits up on her knees and brings me down to her level staring into my eyes as she undoes the knot of my tie then pulls it slowly from around my neck.

Her fingers nimbly undo the buttons of my shirt, her eyes never waver;

I think I'm drooling but I don't care.

As her tender hands peel the shirt back off my arms, down my back I want to scream and just attack her, my patience is running on close to empty already. I want to touch but her rules, her show tonight.

She walks her fingers over my chest circling my nips, like I've done a million times to her gorgeous breasts. Never losing my eye she continues down... down to my trousers. Dancing fingers play at the waist band.

Then...

Lightning fast she has-
the button popped
zipper down
and my trousers have completely vanished!

Bloody magic.

"Well someone's happy to see me" She purrs and she can tell I'm holding on for dear life but still she doesn't invite me to the bed. I'm left in my boxers beside it instead. She smiles with catlike flare to the edge of her lips. Cheeky, naughty. She oozes tigress~ embracing the part.

And it's so bloody hot in here. Is my tie still on?...

No, its not, but boy oh boy her magical powers are constricting my vocal cords this evening.

I can't communicate, only drool.

My last layer of clothing is whipped off me and I want to buckle in want but Rox has plans. Her sparkling eyes giving way to lust as she takes me to her lips. I grow ever harder, my fingers grip her lightly by the shoulders... so not to collapse.

As she parts her lips and takes me in I'm shuddering, she snakes a hand around to my backside bringing me closer so she can do as she please.

And please she does.

So good.

She feels me tensing, close.

Now I've tried to last her out and just as I think I will release, she frees me from her lips.

I don't know how it happened but we are on the floor, the rug is twisted around, scrunched beneath me.

I think I may have collapsed as predicted.

"Chair now" My meek and mild Rox has turned into a drill sergeant, its ok though, I need someone to whip me into shape in these situations.

As I rush to scramble to the chair which, by the way, has been moved from the corner of the room, where it usually resides, to the centre, I watch her crawl on all fours towards me, the cat pursuing her prey; that prey being me. A sitting duck.

I'm mesmerized, she knows me so well.

Standing, she moves slowly towards me.

Straddling my thighs, centring, she's hovers above me...waiting. Probably waiting for my heart attack to pass... Then magical fingers settle on my shoulders and squeeze and massage my skin. She whispers a "Happy Winks?..." but before I can utter a happily and painful but sure 'yes, quite merry thanks for enquiring' she drops to take me inside. So hot.

That g-string I spied earlier, moves to the side creating a little more naughtiness; It's unnecessary really but hey, what can I do about it now?! Oh man it's Velcro! I find this miracle of modern invention out when my fingers decide to join in the fun. The strip of indecent lace disappears across the room; Karma really, cause I've disappeared too. Disappeared and enveloped in her warmth. Beautiful.

We fit like a glove, we move in a dance I thought I knew so well. But tonight's dance is new, more powerful, extra dramatic and intensely sexy.

"Roxan" Her name comes out of my mouth as a ever-long moaning rasping, very, very grateful, groan.

She takes me like she needs to fulfil a quest that only she can carry out. My hands work well now and ply her body with touches of thanks for her love. I hold her head and always grasp her safe as she moves so damn well against me. Fingers skim, caressing her skin reverently as she comes closer to being undone. Head craning backward, arching her body, her neck lays bare for my lips to suck and kiss... worship.

She swoops back upright, a scream mingles with decadent, wanton kisses as she delivers me to heaven- and, to tell the truth, I'm not really sure if it was her scream, or mine, or both; My body is jolting as if electricity is spiking through me.

As I released, she soared with me.... Ever always perfection, we reach our climax together.

We remain entwined, close.

Still together, still one.

And I can see nothing but our love.