Jackies just got home and she has....

Presents in the 'ouse...

"Hello my darling Georgie!" Well Pattie was delighted. George, pushed past a bored looking John and couldn't give a bother as he shoved by Ringo to ultimately tumble down the stairs and sprawl at the bottom.

He tugged Pattie to him.

She met his lips and sank herself down into his lap in a scene reminiscent of the feature film 'From Here to Eternity' sans beach, sun and seclusion of course.

With varying degrees of applause and wolf whistles, Pattie pretty much snogged Georges mouth off.

Kate was super unimpressed at the display of affection shown toward her George yet soldiered on because here was the Pattie Boyd, in the flesh, looking like she had just stepped out of the latest issue of The Woman's Weekly fashion spread. Even if she was competition for Georgie, Pattie was still pretty and hip and wore all the best stuff in the magazines. And anyway Pattie was a passing fad, like last decades crooners, Pattie would go and Katie would be here... Waiting for George, waiting for George to open his eyes and see her.

And snog her to bits.

"Wait. Why are the Beatles?..... Why are George... John... Ringo..." Jackie baulked at naming him. With his eyes staring directly into her soul the memories of that evening which led into the next morning, built in her mind washing over her like the incoming tide and without thought her eyes fled. They drift downward. All the way down to that living room rug.

That rug that nestled under him, under her, under them.

His body laid bare, her fingers discovering, lips caressing and searching, body exploding in delight-

Snapping back to the situation at hand- four Princes of Abbey Road in her flat- Jackie shift the satchel on her shoulder and awkwardly shuffled in the vain hope her perusal of that dirty, dirty rug had been missed by him. Jacqueline also hoped that no one else could read her mind or cotton on to her guilty thoughts of his pleasures. Her breath caught as she looked up. He was here, in her home, on his way up her stairs, toward... her  bedroom. She felt the blush sweep across her skin and his eyes made her all warm and gooey inside. "...and Paul McCartney on my stairs, Beth?"

Paul grinned like the industrial strength flirt he was. A knowing carnivorous look swept over him, adorning his features as he watched her gaze linger on their rug. His lips twisted happily at the sight of the green-eyed girl. She was already affected by the sight of him, the light reflecting their pursuits in her eyes. He could feel her pulse spiking, spiraling; with not an ounce of physical contact, with him, yet.

John looked down upon George running his hand up Patties short skirt "Blood 'ell, give it a rest you two.....Heil Hitler by the way!" John stood military style on the third step and saluted Jackie aka Hilter in true WW2 fashion.

Beth walked over to Jackie as she gazed, stunned, at the Princes. "They need a word with you about school or something.... But we are just popping up to my room to autograph all my posters first... Isn't it fab. Come on George, Pattie would you like to come too?"

"Oh yes please, I've missed seeing a teenagers' room since I moved out of home"

"You moved out of your parents place four months ago Pat..."

"Well George, that's an awfully long time to be away from a girly sanctuary"

"Whatever. Let's get this over with" Raising his hand in another mock German salute John spun on the spot to face up. Jackie rolled her eyes and stood gaped mouthed as all and sundry clomped up her narrow staircase.

One after another- John disappearing first, Beth galloping forward around the other men to be a too close second. Ringo Starr smiled sweetly, blew a kiss Jackie's way, then stomped upwards.. to follow her daughter into her daughter's bedroom.

Jackie grimaced at the bottom of the stairs, a few She'll be fine's ringing in her ears. Pattie gently rubbed Jackies arm, to gain her attention as Paul swapped places with George.

"It's alright you know. They're nice boys" Giving Jackie a final squeeze Pattie, stepped back to Georges side smiling happily "George and I and- what's your name sweetie?"

"Kate" With a wolfish smile at George Kate grabbed his hand right out of his trouser pocket. While Patties away, Katie will play "Com' on George" A tug and Kate was as happy as fox in a hen house. George stumbled then righted himself to ascend the staircase after the infatuated girl.

"George, Kate and I are going up too" Pattie grinned then scowled "Excuse me, I have a Beatle to rescue" Pattie bolted.

And then there was two.

"Hello luv" Yep. She's definitely a pretty one. I wasn't drunk the other evening... She's... yeah, mature too, knowing, I guess would be better to say.

Like a flower, a little ahead of the season.

He watched on quietly. Big eyes stared stunned and dumbfounded after the horde that were stomping around her upstairs.

With a huff, a cute frown sliced her innocence and injected motherly worry into her face.

Sword to his heart. A mother's love was a living breathing swirling breeze and he joined her at the bottom of the stairs staring upwards with his own thoughts and matching frown.

One of his own memories rose to the forefront of his mind. One of his own mistakes he had made as a child.
Now, stood here beside Jackie, he was twirled years back. Missing his mother, recalled memories of his naughtiness arrive. The way he played up for her. And yes indeed, he was naughty and a pig that day....

He'd stolen biscuits, a whole packet, enough for two weeks' at the rate his mother and father eked them out. And he'd eaten them all, gobbled them down in minutes. Crumbs throughout the bedspread, belly ache appearing as the last bite hit his stomach. And his mother, spying the rumpled packet in his trouser pocket... He couldn't have been no more than eight or nine at the time, ten at absolute most.... She had presented her hand and graced him a few stinging smacks to the arse and sent him to his room.

Washing up duty for a whole month.

A whole month!

For eating biscuits!

Good lord, if mum had been around when I was off gallivanting in Hamburg.... Would I have gone? Would I have been stood here today?

Jackie shook the though of big boys in her little girl's room from her skull.

Pattie was right, nothing could, or would, occur.

Paul stood by her side and had that look. That look of memories and missed chances and wondering. He ducked his head then side eyed her. Quickly straightening his face and presenting himself to her again. "Hi"

Licking and tucking his bottom lip under his teeth, before deciding to don a mock grumpy face, he got right to the point. "You.. shut the door on my nose"

Jackie's own lips tugged just a little at the corners.

"It was an emergency. It doesn't look to be splattered all over your face. No harm done"

Dumping the satchel and her purse on the sidetable Jackie ignored him for the moment and turned to put the kettle on for something to do. Just to take a deep breath, to register the fact that he was back in her house.

The god of rocking her world was back in her little shit flat in her little yellow kitchen, plucking up her little fox off the window sill and placing it on the high shelf, the one that she needed a step chair to reach. He stepped closer and she had to decide. Mouse or lion, what would she be?

What did she need to be, to survive the onslaught of McCartney? Those thighs were in direct sight, his tantalising fingers crazily dipping and dusting along the countertop moving ever closer, his eyes lazily strolling her body, his lips moving-

Paul smiled ruefully and rubbed his darling nose "No harm! Well, it could have been, was a right slam you did there luv. I didn't even have a mo to ask you out"

"To what?!" Her eyes jumped to his. Startled and confused, she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly.

"Ask. You. Out....." Abort- I came for an apology not to ask her out. No, you didn't. I did ya' know. Look at her face though, like a startled bunny rabbit offered my lettuce. OK scrap the no asking out and insert yep all systems go, she's handy, she's neat.

He grinned like a rabbit shooter with one in his sights and nodded in the affirmative vigorously.

Rabbits, yes rabbits we could be.

"Me?" Just checking, her heart needed checking too. Her out with him. Never. Ever. Maybe. OK. It would be nice, come on, it would be AWESOME. Paul McCartney and his thighs asked me out! But Beth...

"You are the only one here in the kitchen, darling" Lips licked and smacked, eyes locked, Paul moved a step closer. Automatic this was, second nature, easy, he could easily let her entertain him. Let her ravish him again and again-

"You have got to be kidding, if those two got wind of this. I don't know what I'd do"

"The girls?"

"No John and his saluting arm. Of course the girls!"

"You can't not be a woman just because you're a mum, luv"

"And you would know this how?"

"I studied anatomy at school -A plus" Oh god look at the frown, she's going to bump me.

"Paul as much as I loved your attention" Licking her lips she backed away to the spitting and snarling kettle, flipping the hob off, she let the movement settle her and try to quell her bellys fluttering and her hearts rapid pounding. She had to stop, this was insane. I have a daughter to think about.

"My attention?" Paul responded swiftly, make no mistake he knew what she was on about but it was fun to see her blush and squirm and fight herself over something she did so blatantly want- him. She was good at smothering the wants and needs of her body but he knew better. With practiced ease he continued to push her buttons and let his eyes sparkle and do the talking, reminding her that he could see all the way through her, see her want, see her heartbeat picking up speed.

"Yes - much as I loved your attention" Closer now she inhaled him, a whisper and a promise of sexy away. Be strong, he'll be bored soon, he'll wander off to the next female, the better option female- the one with no strings, and thirteen-year-old girls, attached.

Closer.....

And closer......

A deep voice beside her ear, male, devastatingly gorgeous, threatening her ability to stand on her own two feet. Legs of spaghetti. Paul pressed her, challenged her memory of them, of their night together, of her yearnings, of her needs. Her stomach clenched as he whispered... "You are talking about our many, many times rolling about on your living room rug attention.....aren't you. Not the attention when I waved when I saw you walk in just now?"

Leaning back, job done, Paul pouted.

He loved this- hard to get, fun to roll. The things he could do, the things she could do to him, for him, with him. She flexed her slender fingers to reach and clutch the handle of the cupboard behind her, trying to anchor herself, curling them tightly, she grasped hold. Blessed a gaze of sheer wonder and innocence and utter helplessness to the fact he was pressing her for this, them, Paul vowed then and there, to continue to fight her for herself.

How does one ignore his pout or his mouth when it opens to say anything...

Anything at all.

Recite the alphabet Paul and I'll flush with anticipation of your touch.

Count to twenty and I might just explode.

He could babble the newspaper headlines and the entire world would disappear from her view. One tiny bubble would form, of just him and her.

The telephone book tumbling from his vocal cords would be ecstasy to her ears.

From the sound, to the way his lips kiss together, to the potent lick if they should dry as he speaks....

Paul McCartney, talking, was enough to ruin Jackie.

Grasping the handle of the pot cupboard, her fingers were clinging to the sliver of remembrance of her role in this life of hers. The sliver of correctness swiftly waning from his proximity, from his eyes searching her own and now, from the blistering heat radiating from his body to hers.

"I. I liked you coming-" She stuttered out.

"There you go wasn't hard was it. Oh, it was multiple times wasn't it though. Wink wink and all that"

From the moment his lips smirked, morphed into a grin then dove to connect with Jackie's all the way to the oncoming sound of footfalls on the landing above... Jacqueline was his.

For better or worse Jackie folded into his arms and forgot. Forgot everything. Forgot to say no, forgot to think it was a bad idea... Because when Paul put those lips on her it was like nothing else she had ever experienced. "Go. Out. With. Me, Jacqueline"

"I can't. I- " was muttered half-heartedly as her senses sort to clamber from this addled maze that was of his making. Addling her, twisting her insides into wants and gooey sweet warmth. "I....I"

"Now Jacqueline.... it's impolite to turn a suitor down without at least one outing"

"I. Beth.."

Paul ran his tongue and swift kisses along her jaw and down her throat and she tingled all over.

"I . The girls"

"How about this. The girls go out...."

His time was running out. Like sand through an hourglass of a three-minute egg timer, his time seeped rapidly away.

Footsteps had been plentiful toward the back of the second storey of the old building... obviously Beth's room, then ever closer they came; the sounds of his mates, and the girls with them. He pressed his lips to her soft as silk skin yet again, rapidly mumbling into her neck as he savoured and baited her with words and lips and breathy words. Oh, and a tug or two of her earlobe... "I come in....literally - physically- either or. Or both....a lot...... A. Lot" Massaging her breast before deftly flicking her nipple she gasped. And then he knew he had her hooked. Her hand ran up and through his hair to grab a hefty handful and yank him, for his, or was that her, pleasure. "When do they go out Jackie?"

"Never ever" She whispered, taking over from him. Teasing lips and a tongue so wanton and urgent, plundering his mouth and taking what she needed to stop the ache of need that he had fuelled within her. Fingers left cupboard doors and dug into buttocks and glorious thighs and she had no thought other than that his mouth was covering hers.

With a smirk Paul pulled her away. Jackie blinked. Once, twice, three times "Come on luv give me something..." Two hands sat cradling her face, resisting her sole wish to continue. Paul kissed her nose as a meagre and trifle compensation "Let them sleepover at Kate's again. Yes?"

"No, it's my turn" Jackie whined into a single kiss he allowed her to take.

Paul listened intently. His ears, eyes and eyebrows all rising heavenward, and much too soon he heard Johns voice grow in volume. Time to press for an answer.

"Cinema"

"I can't, umm...." Her purse lay empty on the sideboard, her embarrassment kicking her in the face.

Paul kissed her, somehow reading her mind. Jackie fought daily household demons. "My treat darlin'. I'll even tee up Pats and Geo to come 'round"

"I.." Jackie quivered under his fingertips as they walked up and down her arms. Then Paul wrapped her up. One hand gentle in her soft locks of hair, one strong, a forceful push on her backside, pushing her closer to his body.

He sent it all home. Everything his body had to offer. What his crotch thought of all this, what she was doing to him. What he wanted. "Oh my god... Paul" was sighed as Jackie took in all of his yummy hardness pressing onto her. Inside something twisted, her lustful thoughts, and her heart, soaring dizzily high.

"It's... all... yours, Jacqueline"

"Fuck" Jackie launched into a counter attack, all sense of her surroundings deserting her.

He was a lighter and he'd set her on fire.

Her lips spread a wildfire of want and need over his jaw. She only left off kissing his lips to slide elsewhere and tantilise his senses with a tongue sliding over his adam's apple. South she dived, to nip at his collarbone. Her wants, her need, took her body, and mind, over. She was in a tornado of desire, her eyes closed, her lips smiling over his skin.

Scrunching up his shirt in her fists pulling him nearer, impossibly nearer, Jackie pressed into him, willingly.

"Yes" Paul grinned greedily, tilting her chin to send his tongue diving back into her for more. He'd done it. Got a yes and he didn't really know why it mattered so much.

Maybe because she was being cagey... Valiantly trying to resist his ministrations or maybe it was simpler, her eyes or her kisses...

But he wanted this, them, somehow he would have her, a lot....

Paul lingered again, against her mouth, tongue sweeping and delving into her, offering her a little smidge of him...
He just had to figure out, how to get round the little matter of a tallish thirteen year old roadblock.....

"Bloody hell, give little Hilter her tongue back you animal. Goodness gracious, alright there love? Let Uncle Johnny grab the window so you can get some air. On another note...."John pulled the two animals inches apart, Jackie's eyes ogling Paul as if she wasn't in the realm of reality. Paul straightened with a reluctant pout then grinned like the cat that ate a Jacqueline sized canary. John pressed on ".... Paul, for gods sake, cover your little friend as two impressionable teenagers are mere moments from stepping into this decrepit scene. They will likely turn to ash upon seeing the outline of that thing of yours"

Wiping his smirking mouth with the back of his hand Paul stepped two paces back and lent on the draining board. The woman was a wild animal when given a little freedom. A press here, pinch there and watch that girl go to town. With nary a glance in Johns direction he continued his conversation. "Movies hmmm?"

"Yes...." She floundered for lungfuls of air. "Yes" John leant past her to the window, grinning at the pink blush and heat of want and desire all over her face. He then comically pressed a few bits of her messy hair down with a goon like hand.

"Awww my little fella is taking Hitler to the cinema. Nice going man" With gusto John slapped Pauls hand in an over the top high five. "What ya doing with the kid then?"

The seconds widened the gap between her heated and melting insides, and realising John Lennon was having a go at them. In a swift return to form Jackie pounced "Paul said you'd mind her"

"Bloody fuck not. She almost 'accidentally' groped me upstairs. What are you teaching that daughter of yours" Tut-tutting, John shook his head.

"She did not... did she!!?!?!?"

Seconds passed by as John continued shaking his head. Upset with the teens of this day and age, and the mothers that mothered them.

"Did she?!"

"Nah. Cute a kitten that one. Offered me a pillow when I laid on the floor waiting for Geo and Pattie to stop tongu-ing each other on the end of your bed"

"John. Don't get her all worked up like that"

"Oh, can I only grope her to abandon then, to work her up after-"

"Girls!"

"Mum! They signed them all!! All the posters, and my autograph book, and the Meet The Beatles magazine. John wanted to sign your copy of 'Gone with the Wind' but I..." Jackie did a double take of Beth then swivelled to stare butter knives at John "... didn't think that was really the best place to sign. So he signed your pillow instead!" Jackie's mouth wouldn't, nor couldn't, shut. Jaw dropping she watched John grinning like a Cheshire cat. Smirking, sly and clever.

John, with his finger aloft in the air, then re-enacted writing on her pillow "To Hitler with lovveeee John. W. Lennon x kiss x kiss x kiss "

"Here's the pen Paul. I've left the books on the bedside" Beth pushed the biro into Pauls stomach, her eyes and thoughts obviously elsewhere- John.

"You're not coming....to show me where, then." Paul attempted to direct his question at Beth who was pressed in the doorway beside him, but he could only watch on as her eyeballs travelled all over John.

Beth looked up a moment and stated rather plainly "No" like Paul was some sort of simpleton. She pressed forward through the gap by Paul and stood ramrod still once more.

Like she was watching a monkey in a zoo.

Or, in Johns case, an ass....

Jackie needed breathing room and ice so decided to open the refrigerator and sticking her head inside. It was the closest, and only option for either, and she could grab dinner out too, so win- win.

"John's down here in the kitchen not up there, silly" Beth scurried across the room and lassoed Johns forearm gazing adoringly up at him as Jackie spluttered laughter into the half empty fridge. Knowing and hearing Pauls voice was showing signs of indignation that Beth's favourite wasn't him but John.

"Jackie, would you accompany me then?" Puppy dog eyes and small pouts usually work wonders, making a woman come to his beck and call but Jackie was again playing hard to get.... She stood up with the leftovers and placed them on the counter beside John.

"No way mister"

"Good call. I would be here all night if that was the case... Mister silly" John picked up Jackie's leftover beef stew, took the top off and smelt it, his finger hovering poised as he waited for Hitler to realise he was going to infect her dinner with it. With a swift flick Jackie wacked him with the tea towel "Ouch! One finger taste, com' on" Jackie shook her head at him and scowled at Beth as she traced a circle on the back of his hand.

"John!!!" Beth yelled from her spot right beside John.

"What?" Rubbing his ear and placing the dish down, pleading silently for help from 'Hilter'... Instead of helping, Jackie plucked the tea towel off the draining board and walked over to throw it in the laundry hamper.

"You could stay for dinner! Couldn't he mum!? Pleaseeeeeeee" Jackie returned and Beth beseeched her with eyes pleading and hands praying.

"Oh no luv, my wife would have something on for my tea. Can't go upsetting my wife can I" Fiddling with Jackie's animal shaped biscuit tin, John managed to rip a ribbon from around the fake dogs neck. Oops.

"Oh alright, of course" Beth bit the inside of her cheek, downcast. Remembering the newspaper article and the picture of Cynthia Lennon and Johns little baby in the paper "Your wife and little boy"

Beth was slowly turning the pout'o'meter up by ten but John wasn't that soft to give in to her, this had been very nice but it was boring as hell listening to the two teens rabbit on about how wonderful, they i.e. himself, were. Well at least he knew where to come for a 'pick me up' if he was ever feeling blue.

Jackie nodded her head toward John as Beth watched her mum save the ribbon from Johns fingers. Her nod reminding Beth to say thank-you.

"Thank you very much for stopping round and signing all my things John"

"Not a problem kiddo." John grabbed the pyrex dish and had another sniff of the stew. It smelt wonderful "You know maybe you could twist my arm about dinner for another night. Cyn and Julian too of course"

"Did you just invite yourself, and family, around for dinner!?" Alarmed at Johns sudden declaration Jackie shook her head in question and denial of the turn of events that had led her to this very moment. This day was being really weird, she took her eyes from the dish and snuck a glance at the Paul, he was so devilishly handsome and he'd asked her out and she'd said... She said no right? No... she was umm-ing and arr-ing then...then...

I'm going to the pictures with Paul Hotlips McCartney! Oh my goodness, I need new knickers, what are you thinking. No underpants. I mean underpants but not sexy new ones. Nope not this time, cross your legs girl.

"I'll just duck upstairs then, shall I?" Paul stood forgotten in the doorway watching Jackie eyeing Lennon while Beth wound herself around Johns arm like a scarf.

"Muuuummmm" Beth moaned, whinging as to her mother's embarrassment of denying John dinner.

"Yeahhhh mummmmm I did just invite me and the missus" John whined back. "Figured I could get a sampling of some of your sauerkraut" He smirked and managed to get Jackie's lips to tug into a grin.

Beth grinned adoringly up at John, her eyes were wide with wonder and delight at how silly and cute and ever so gorgeous he was. And here he stood in her very own crappy kitchen. God, he is so talented and smart and witty, oh and he's-

John hugged Beth to him and was rewarded with an even bigger grin. She was a nice kid, he liked the little mite, though the adoration thing had to be nipped in the bud somehow. Maybe Cyn and Jules can calm her down. He looked at Macca still stood at the door "Are you still here Paulie!? Off you go Macca.... before I decide to invade Germany myself"

Paul baulked.

Hitler was German.

Jackie was Hitler.

Thus John was trying to invade Germany...Jackie!

Taking a few steps back into the kitchen toward Jackie, who was now blushing a delightful shade of fuchsia, he watched Johns mouth twitch and turn into a smirk. Beth giggled as Johns hand fluffed her hair about and it was only then that Paul realised John most likely couldn't do much with Beth looped around his arm anyway, so took off upstairs to sign his left hand away instead.

"Go check Paul didn't scribble my name out Bethy"

"He wouldn't dare" Beth huffed out in agitation. Unlooping her arm she shot up the stairs to defend Johns signature.

Leaning over the sink beside Jackie swaying back and forth John watched Jacqueline. She had taken a big gulp from a glass of water, he then spoke rather loudly "I have decided.... Henceforth.. From the state of your reddening cheeks and that book on your bedside table, you know, the one beside your dildo. That your new nickname is to be........Scarlet"

Jackie gulped and breathed and water went down the wrong way and back up again at an alarming rate. Her coughing and spluttering all over John was enough to get him back, for now. "You. *splutter cough*. Bas. *cough splutter*. Tard"

She began laughing with the spluttering cough. There was certainly no dildo but that didn't make much of a difference to the way he just dropped the sex toy into the conversation. Her coughing and laughing was horrendous and John started patting in her back to calm her down.

"Bloody hell Scarlet. I'm not the one that left it there!"

"Left what where?" Beth led Paul back into the room along with Pattie, George and a yawning Ringo. Paul had found Kate sitting grumpily cross legged on Beth's bed watching Pattie and George giggle and press annoyingly cute kisses and fingers on each other's nose and Richy conversely was flaked out asleep by the door. He'd had to step over him to go have a quick gander in Jacks room, the bed had seen better days and a spring had gone on one side toward the middle. Katie rolled her eyes and nudged Beth to repeat herself "Left. What. Where?"

Her kitchen was much too small for all these adults.

"Her dild- Ouch, watch the kidney" With a few quick steps John stood beside Paul and poked his tongue out at Jackie's mortified face "Ok chaps. Paul has his answer, we have what remains of our sanity and Beth here has enough pen marks on her posters to reach Surrey. Now let's make like a shepherd and get the flock outta here. Scarlet, I'll check my schedule for dinner"

"I thought Paul was taking-" Ringo interrupted then came to a screeching stop as Paul glared at him. To keep the girls in the dark Ringo smiled big and wide at Kate and Beth to stop both of the girls minds whirling.

"Oh no Scarlet, I mean Jacqueline to all you squares, has invited moi, Jules and Cyn round for stew"

"I want stew" George frowned at the thought of missing out. "I like stew if I can't get my spoon in a bowl of scouse"

"I'd not say no to home cooking either, mind you" Ringo pulled Katies nose and grinned.

"What about me?"

"What about you Macca?"

"Well I started all this and I've not been invited to tea"

"Scar? What do you say luv? Let Macca join us in our intimate dinner rendezvous?"

"Sounds like I'm cooking for all of you. Pattie, you too of course" Jackie watched Kates frown deepen, ever since Pattie had curled herself on George's lap upstairs Kates grumpiness rose visible notches in annoyance "Katie you too. Everyone I guess. Next what? Friday?" Nods were given all round, even though all the boys didn't know what they were doing in the next half hour "Great I guess. Friday it is"

"I'll bring Monopoly" John grinned over Beth's head. A bit of timeout with a normal family would do them all the world of good, even if Macca wanted to ride Scar-dil into the ground. "Katie, bring all your fab and gear Beatle and Stones posters and all that. I'll bring my signature stamp and slap a few on. Oh remember you pair, straight to school in the mornings too"

Jackie tore around the table and kissed Johns cheek, hugging him close.

"Steady on I haven't had dinner yet you can't give me dessert til after dinner my dear-"

"You're disgusting"

"We can make dessert too! I'll make you dessert John" Beth grinned happily up at John, her innocent eyes shining at the thought of cooking for John.

Disconcerted with Beth's innocent offer and the innuendo that he himself had started John wandered away toward the front door, Beth tailing after him "Ummmm yeah ok dessert. Yep for Jules and me and Cyn and that lot. Excellent idea" He'd have to reign it in a bit, only a bit mind you.

Paul hung back waiting for the horde to file through the front door before he spoke again.

"I guess it's the week after then"

"What?"

"Movies. You know, The movies...."

"Oh yeah whatever. Monopoly, movies all good"

"A few too many here to have the kind of fun I want, and I still want to take you to see a movie Jacqueline. Maybe we could... you know, go 'round mine for a nightcap after"

"We'll see"

"Yes, we will" Paul tugged her into his arms. Every time he let her out of them, her mind ran her off in another direction- kids, John, John and his new nickname for her. Which I'll have to investigate....

His fingers pressed into her hips lightly, just enough for her to forget the world again, her hands threaded up and over his hair pulling it back off his forehead and she got a glimpse of what the article had called him when he was younger... a teddy boy, Elvis styled hair, he was really gorgeous and the guy knew it. Smiling, letting her run her hands down his shirt front then up higher, to his shoulders she closed her eyes and wished for time.

Time for him, just him, just her, just to be a girl and boy and be free. Her heart pounded and she pushed off him just a teeny bit. Beth. Beth. Beth. Where did her mind go, when did she get so selfish? Paul tipped her chin and brushed his lips over hers. She could have wept, it was perfect and beautiful and her eyes glazed over as she stared at his buttons.

"I'll pop by if I'm in the area" His lips pressed on her pulse point and she woke up. Escaping his arms, stepping away from the boy without a care. She needed him to understand, she needed him to see reason.

"No. You won't pop anywhere- Please don't pout"

His recovered smile tilted her senses. With a steadying grip on the sink she held on for all she was worth, so she wasn't swept away in his tide.

He stepped closer.

"But I could be quiet as a church mouse and pop round late-ish- yeah?"

"I... I don't think that's a good idea Paul"

He knew he was pushy, he always wanted it his way, he had to. No time to waste, pash in haste. He stepped closer and she held her hand out for him to stop.

"I'll cover your mouth so you don't scream Jacqueline...." Brash statement made. He rushed her and kissed the bits of doubt from her eyes, the seeds of worry from her frown. Licking into her warm mouth to strip the straight-laced mother away and make the sexy girl give him all his yeses.

"Oh my god. Go"

He pulled away, she had something to think about now. Maybe keep her little self warm at night til he settled within her again.

"Goodbye my fair maiden til we meet and come again, and again, and again"

"Go eat. You're obviously delirious"

"I'm horny as fuck"

"Go!"

How was she ever going to survive?

A/N: I have rushed this one to complete and get it out. School holidays here and hubbys home for the week or two too! So I'm not going to get much done on wattpad- boo :( Take care all and if you see any mistakes or errors let me know! Byeee T

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