That John's a sod. Won't tell me what she had on her bedside table. I didn't see anything odd and I felt the broken spring in the middle of the bed! What the hell did John see.. maybe he's having me on and it was just the book. That's probably what the wack did - walked in, bounced on her bloody bed then picked up the book. He loves books. Naff him for bouncing on her bed first though.

Scarlett- but he said it wasn't just from the book, so what then? Scarlet fever, Scarlett red, Scarlett lady. Most probably Scarlett lady knowing his mind. And she'd been smiling sweetly at him, scowled then boxed him one in the next mo.

Blow it. He can have the nickname, I'll find my own.

Friday! She said whenever, so yea, now's whenever... two minutes past ten, Bethy girl at school, Jackie at home. Bingo.

I couldn't stop thinking about her the other night she's so on off. I get it, I do. The kid, the responsibility. I want a dog so I know it's a big responsibility having - I just compared Beth to a dog. No man, not good. Jack would flip if I said that out loud.

She's like a lioness with her young. Bloody hell is that music coming from her's. God love her.... She has good taste in music, it gets better and better.

Come on, come on answer the door times getting away...

I'm going in she's not answered and the handle turns.. the doors unlocked. The music is rocking out and I doubt Jupiter is missing the concert.

She'll kill me but what a way to die...

And there she is, peeling carrots.

Not just peeling carrots... she's trying to read the How To Dance step chart of a mag and doing some sort of sexy salsa type moves to Love is Strange, love this song.....

I think, no, I'm definitely, a rabbit.

I want her peeling carrots and doing dance steps, leaning over the kitchen sink in demin shorts for the rest of my reproductory life.

Her hips swivel in time and those tiny feet flex and step and tetter on tip toes. I should move right up behind her. She's still skimming the lino, no idea I'm in the 'ouse, carrot tossed, another clutched. Right, sneak up behind her and sing the last bit to her. Smooth JP smooth.

His hands loop and his lips graze her neck and Jackie freezes with a screech.

Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one

"I thought you were a council officer!!!!"

She's got one of the new players, the needle picks up and drops back at the start of the song...

"Oh aye the council fella comes waltzing in and dancing with ya at the sink then hey?"

"Maybe..."

Will you marry me and chop my carrots and dance at my sink all day....?"

"That's really sexist Paul"

"Turn around and show us your moves then"

"No, I'm just fudging them. I can't understand that footstep thingo in the magazine."

"Run up and grab your heels. We're dancing baby"

"Really...you think. ....Can you?"

"Really yes, and can I- yes... Brian had us do all sorts of lessons. The etiquette ones went down like a lead balloon but the dance stuff was neat. Toss the carrot and grab your heels luv"

Up the stairs she skittered, nearly falling up them, Paul had scared the life out of her but when he sung in her ear... baby baby.

Oh Baby! Yes! All the inside bits went WooHoo!

She was down in seconds flat, falling in a seat at the table with a humungous grin. Paul tossed the peeler over his shoulder and crouched down to slip her heels on.

"I feel like Cinderella"

"Oh, you're much prettier than Cinderella and you won't run off a midnight, will you?"

Pushing his shoulder gently as he ran a hand round her naked heel she blushed madly. She was prettier than Cinderella.

"No, I'm not going anywhere" she let the breathe out that she was holding.

"Good, neither am I" Paul stood and held his hand out. "Back at the sink for me first.... I thinks there's one more carrot to peel....."

She got it, he didn't have to say a word, her hips swivelled in a circular motion and her feet stepped in rhythm and she grinned down at the bloody carrot. He was staring her down as she faced the sink.

She could feel his eyes roving all over her body...

From her shorts at the top of her legs to her kitten heels.... Leaning a little further forward got her an expelled heady sound from his lungs and she twisted her hips that little bit more making him move back nice and tight behind her and run his hands down her entire body... Either side- neck shoulders. Dropping fingers dangerously, tantilisingly close to the sides of her breasts, then sweeping her waist, hips, bottom then down down down... thighs, backs of her knees and circling her ankles and heels.

She didn't stop peeling, although the carrot was now rather small. She didn't look, didn't dare turn about, because what was happening was better than her turning about and breaking the mood, the feel of him running big warm palms all over... Paul pressed up behind her, skin tight, and his hips now swivelled in time with hers.

The peeler dropped.

Dirty.... dirty dancing at the sink.

And the song came around one more time and they called to each other just like Sylvia and Mickey in the song....

Sylvia
Yes, Mickey
How do you call your lover boy
Come here, lover boy
And if he doesn't answer
Oh lover boy
And if he still doesn't answer

Paul spun her on a dime and Jackie was with him, happily smiling and carefree. Hands clutching together softly around his neck, they shuffled and she sang with Sylvia....

I simply say
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baaaaby, you're the one

"Bed" Jackie breathed into his first kiss, hips slowing, she grabbed his hand.

"I can't make it"

"Of course, you can. It's just up the sta-"

Paul wrenched at her shorts and tugged and she wiggled "Here" Next her shirt was whipped up and over, landing in the sink. Jackie grabbed the belt loops of his trouser and dragged him toward the stairs.

"Ten steps, we can make it..." Jacqueline's body felt hot all over and she was so ready for what was coming. So ready.....

She turned when the trousers felt funny, looser. They were unzipped and un- Pauled in seconds. "Stairs"

"Right you are luv..."

And that's where they stayed.

Right there on the stairs.....

There is no right or wrong way to Stair Sex. The body would fight the positions and so they moved, changed, adapted.... multiple times.

Over, under, this way and that, between, beside.

And Jackie enjoyed.

Enjoyed the freedom of sex, the freedom of being female and free of constraint, no daughter, no rushing to work, no wondering if the meal would be good enough.

No- she was alive, horny and enjoying Paul McCartney using her like his own personal exercise equipment, as she was using him.

It was the rush of endorphins and lack of inhabitation that drove them on. Paul on his high as a male in his sexual prime and Jackie on her search for what was lost; Herself, her sexuality.

"Change, I'vvve got to changggee"

"Noooo I'm... Oh god Jack. Fuck Yessssssssssss"

Paul turned to sit on the step quickly and Jackie sat to ride out the rest of her high, his hands holding her sides as she finished.

Fingers stroked her, as she cooled, her body pooled tiredly, collapsed over him. Her head ducked down into his chest, gasping air as Pauls lungs rose and sank beneath her. And she grinned.....

"Oh nooooo"

"What's that love?"

"I have potatoes to peel...."

He erupted into deep chuckles then had a real belly laugh, her body moving with his as they sat hugging the last of the moment out. Wiping his eyes he stood, lifting her with him as he went. Dropping her reluctantly to the carpet of the stairs his eyes drank in the flush of her body, what he had done, the nips, the rosiness of her cheeks and lower....

"Aww look at the marks, I'm sorry love"

"It's ok I loved it. Being marked.. by you"

Paul leaned into her kisses letting her wrap into his frame. "I can scrawl my name all over you, if you like..."

"Potatoes"

"Bananas"

"Peeling"

"Clothes?"

"Too late for that deed..." Jackie could exist on his breath alone; he breathed her in as she kissed him. Paul left her to it, letting her find the angles and depth to their lip's meanderings.

Breaking away he found his voice "Mmmmmm, how about...." and kissed her throat, collarbone and shoulder too. "... How about..... You grab the spuds and sit at the safety of the table and I'll change this bloody record"

"Mmmmm, Mickey and Syl have been on repeat for a while havent they"

"You're telling me...." Clutching her backside, Paul squeezed and lifted, sliding hands under her thighs, her feet looped his waist.

Jackie let her tongue tell him she wasn't done and the dumb spuds could peel themselves...

"Hmmm, come on, much as this is brill let's get dinner sorted then I'll take you another trip around the world"

"Promise"

"Yep"

"Cross your heart" Jackie felt wonderful dragging Pauls finger across his skin, an x dragged across his heart.

"Hope to die" She giggled.

He set her down.

What was she? Her lips and body sung for him.

That's what she was, a song.

A melody of skin and sizzling heat.

Dropping a step he wondered if love was indeed strange. That one person could drag a rainbow of in-tune emotions out of a person so rapidly.

"Buddy Holly ok!?" Paul hollered from the player, he had his trousers on but his shirt was still off.

Jackie had sat just so at the kitchen table.... Just so she could spy on him in her living room. It was like the room had morphed into her own private Candyland and the biggest, best lolly stood there, biting his lip and scratching his chest absentmindedly as he ran fingers over her LP's.

He's looking...

He's smirking....

Did he say something!?!

"Jackie- Holly?" His smug titter of laughter was a little embarrassing. But she ended up smiling back like the sated little fox she was.

Paul beat a path to her kitchen "Mmmmm Jacqueline when you look at me like that we'll end up having fish and chips for tea instead, you know"

"I know, Buddy alright. Buddy...Don't tickle me! Here cut those and shove it in"

"Crude but I like it"

"The stew pot, Romeo" He was handy with the knife, dicing the potatoes to a perfect size. He'd obviously cooked before.

"Do you cook then?"

"Not so much now but at home with dad, I did"

It wasn't the way he said it; it was what he didn't say.

And Jackie knew then they had similar experiences if only in the loss of a mum. Paul frowned down into the stew. She could shut up and not say a word or offer some of herself to him.

"I did too. I cooked all the time" And she too didn't say the words but he knew, without the 'm' word spoken.

"You did?" Paul grabbed the last of the potatoe and stirred it through the meat and gravy. With a sigh he scooted next to her on his chair and watched her take his hand.

"Lost my mum" they said in cohesive unison.

"I was fourteen" Paul gazed at Jackie, her lips red from their kisses, he rubbed a finger across the bottom one carefully, like she would break.

"Thirteen and a half" She muttered as his fingers dropped back to her hand on his lap. She gave him the tiniest of a squeeze, just enough to feel but not enough to be invasive of his thoughts.

"John lost his mum too, nearly a year to the day after I met him" He froze as she leant forward and started combing slender fingers through his hair.

"You poor boy's" Jackie couldn't bear  him to be so quiet, he was holding his sadness at bay. His features were suddenly tight and tense and she automatically stroked fingers through his hair and shifted closer. And he sat as if he had to keep it in, because if a little oozed, a lot flooded immediately after. "I bet she was lovely"

Paul nodded and rubbed his face, he didn't need sympathy he needed....he needed... he needed to forget. That's it, easier in every sense of the word. Her fingers reminded him of... something.

Closing his eyes automatically to the caress, he didn't want to but he was reaching in before he could stop himself, and opened that door.

The one where he kept all 'her' little special moments. The laughter, the tickles, the hand on his cheek... mummy fingers threading through his hair as he sooked about some rubbish, but those fingers, those fing- "Please stop"

Jackie ceased her ministrations instantly, never took her hands away though. She didn't want to. And her eyes roved all over him, the assured man and the little boy that lost his mum all rolled into one perfect yet sad human. Two so different people in the one being, sat here at her daggy table. His head dipped and shoulders shuddered slightly and she really thought he was going to stand up and walk out her front door. Not wanting her to see into his past, see into his soul.

Close your eyes and squeeze.

Count to ten and breath.

Watch the lino cracks on the floor.

Anything to drag yourself away from the cusp of bawling your flaming eyes out. This is a woman I want to have sex with, not conduct therapy sessions. God her fingers felt so good though, like a dream. "Don't stop... I think. I think I want you to keep... keep doing that please"

"Ok"

He looked up at her then, a little ruefully, a little miffed he'd fallen into memories in front of Jacqueline but she was moved too. Her eyes shimmered with unspent tears, tears that he felt were maybe a little for him, as much as for her. Her hands continued.

"Can I take your hands home, beautiful?"

Huffing out a tiny laugh Jackie circled a hand round down his cheek and Paul leaned in to the feeling. Something about her touch was right. She finally squeezed his hand, then was retracting away to wipe her own eyes with the pads of her fingers.

Paul pressed his forehead to hers then pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand, whispering. "You taste like spuds"

"Lovely"

They shared a grin and Jackie ruffled his hair and stood to check the pot.

It looked perfect, all thick and simmering away, nothing sticking to the bottom. Paul took his position behind her, pressed ever so firm but not like before, more reassuring than sexy it was now. It was obvious the spuds weren't done but the meat and gravy were tender, Jackie lifted the wooden spoon for Paul to test the thick warm stew. And he leaned over her shoulder, lips to the spoons' tip. Jackie grinned, as he closed his eyes and breathed in.

"Home. It's like I'm home. How do you do that?"

Home, Jackie dropped the ladle back into the pot and ducked out from under his body. "Paul"

"Hmmmm?"

"What is this?"

"Well it looks like a potatoe and carrot peelings"

"Not the peelings. Us. Is this just sex. I don't want to scare you but I'm out of practice at this" Jackie raced through the words, cringing inside but she couldn't stop "I need you to remind me... Is this just some fun. Should I give you a key? Should I introduce you to Beth? I don't know and I don't want you to run a mile either, you know.."

"Hey! Hey." Capturing the wild hands waving about Paul pressed a kiss to her wrist "Slow down. I'm not scared Jackie. I don't know what this is though. It's nice, you're super-" He kissed her lips... "You're great" Her throat... "You're beautiful"

"And you're entirely... wonderful" Hands captured in his, she struggled to escape. The heat was rising again, her eyes landed on his trousers, pulled tight "Roll over Beethoven" Jackie stopped struggling lifting her eyes to his. Paul's own flashed and she saw everything she wanted to see in that moment.

What this was, was powerful, joyful and she shouldn't fight the what ifs. She should ride this wave, this wonderful wave of a man til her feet hit the shore or she floated with the ocean forever more. She should happily take what was given and she would, and should, give as much or more in return.

"What's that luv?" He whispered, watching her struggle turn into lust.

"You know...." Jackie smiled up at him, hungry for him and sung what she herself was feeling "You know, my temperatures risin'.... this jukebox may blow a fuse" Hands raced to zippers and they were at it again...Both went with the instinct and the primal urge that wound around them so tightly.

Pushing her back against the fridge his mind snapped and they danced the dance once more. Knickers down, legs lifted and gripping around him. Jackie let him go, his movements jerky and frantic. Her closed fist in her mouth to stop herself screaming out the lord's name in gain. Cause she was gaining some might fine thrusts at that moment. Her other hand up and clutched around the top of the fridge door. Magnets and little notes attached to the door fell away and Paul caught an empty milk bottle as it fell from the top of the fridge making them momentarily cease, smile and giggle with humongous eyes at a nearly shattered bottle. His kisses turned to bites and sucks and she let go, her hand falling away to put frantic fingers tightly on his shoulders, moaning his name and then...

And then, he found that special spot inside, her legs quivered and tensed. Paul groaned his satisfaction, the vibration of that groan fleeing from his lips onto her shoulder and a jolt of sensations shot through her and she couldn't hold herself together anymore.

And all those wonderful, powerful feelings he gave her... tipped her into a bliss-soaked scream.

And it still wasn't Friday... Night.

A/N: hahahahahahahaha Ok you lot...Tooooo much of this rabbit like behaviour? Do you want naughty AND nice or just more nice? I'm hoping to get a bit more writing done this week as I'm home alone! Yay finally!Here's a little more..

"Go have a bath"

"You could come too"

"Beth will be here soon..."

Jackie gazed up at the clock and willed herself to see something other than Paul's body which was still half naked floating in her peripheral vision. He dragged his trousers up and bounced to straighten himself then the zipper ascended and just like that Jackie's fun was over. "Gawd you need to go"

"Arrr no... I can be here. She'll never know. I was early, I offered to help"

"But-"

"Go put something pretty on darling before your daughter walks in and does see what went on" Paul turned Jackie, she had on her shirt which barely touching her bum, so he patted her arse as she stared blindly up the stairs "I'll sort the dishes. Go on, the lads will be here soon..."

That got her moving, a houseful of Beatles and her half dressed looking like she'd been through a tornado. A tornado of loving. Jackie moved up a few stairs.

"Paul"

"Hmmmm?"

"Come here"

"Oh no you don't"

"Please.... Come here"

"Alright but if-" His sentence caught in his throat....

Jackie had bounced quickly back down the stairs and hugged him tight, leaning back to place a kiss on his lips. 
And then she was gone....

Taking the stairs two at a time, she fled to her room, the door shutting with a thud, Paul all the while staring after her.