A/N: This is long.... but I'm pretty sure I wont leave you disappointed.
Warning xxxx - Mature times ahead. Hang on better add another couple more xx's ...

Paul waited for Jackie to wander home after fleeing the party...........

His face swam into view.

From all the times before, from all the pauses in doing the housework..... Perhaps it was the time she stood grabbing guilty minutes to sigh over this very man as he gazed out from covers of Beatles records as she packed them away or perhaps it was when she took long dreamy moments stolen as she cast an eye over Beth's overflowing wall of Beatles posters and clippings above her unmade bed....

She never dared think, nor indeed, believe, he could be even more handsome, somehow more virile than his many photographs proclaimed.

Yet he was.

Irresistible dark eyes, ready to promise you the world or convince you it is indeed possible to catch the clouds.

Kissable lips ready to inflict a cheeky smile or deadly knee buckling smirk.

Cheeks tinged slightly pink with the cold. Clear smooth skin.

The dark shadow of a stubble hinting to the midnight hour, reminding everyone, her included, that he was indeed a man, not a boy, as some fans seemed to believe.

I could shave him if I have a blade, touch him gently, control his jaw, kiss his throat, watch him as he swallows....

She was having dirty thoughts again.

Long legs fitted in tight suede pants, stepped all over her kitchen. Sleeves rolled, tie askew and tantilisingly loose. Hair scruffy, eyes searching her face every single time he turned his body toward her.

Paul leaned into the tall thin cupboard and offered up his (unfortunately) fabric covered buttocks for Jacqueline's personal inspection.

She was suitably impressed.

"Paul"

"Yes luv"

"Why are you in my larder?"

"Cause I larder like you"

When he turned about a cheeky grin was lit bright upon his face. Internally, she squealed. He winked before darting back, basically head first, into her dingy cupboard. His buttocks needed kneading and Jacqueline blushed at the thought.

His trousers pulled.... Suede was definitely the 'in' thing.

"Oh Hob Nobs, do you mind?"

Jackie grinned and held a hand out for a biscuit as Paul tore open the pack with his teeth and took two.

"You must get all the girls with that sort of humour"

"Did you think it amusing?"

"I... It was comical... Why were you parked out in my street?"

"Because as a host I have a duty you see" His nose wrinkled in mock importance. The biscuit was a terribly lucky biscuit, nibbled as he thought what more to say. A long finger struck up into the air like a baton as he declared "I must make sure all my important guests get home safely" Then he grinned happily, he had this covered. Jackie frowned back at him. Bugger, he thought he was winning there for a moment.

Jackie lurched from inquisitive and hopeful to self imposed charlatan "I'm an imposter, just ask John and I'm definitely, definitely, not important"

"Poppycock" His 'long' Beatley head of ebony hair shook like he was singing harmony with John and George. She'd only seen them on the television once or twice yet the black and white vision and movement cemented in her brain. Jackie imagined 'yeah yeah yeahs' blasting from his lips as Paul 'pff'd' at her in denial.

"I don't listen to John when he's bullshitting like that, having a go.... Anyway everyone's important" Paul bounced and in one smooth move he was up, sat on her countertop.

His fingers danced away, picking things up and setting them down, touching and appearing so interested in Jacqueline's, and Beth's, meagre and rather daft, if she did say herself,  trinkets.

Just what was he waiting for?

Would John jump out from parts unknown, and begin again; have another go at her?

"Huh- I'm not"

"Why do you believe that to be the case?"

"Because it's true. I'm just Jackie, Beth's mum" It was as much a statement as a proclamation. Jackie was mum. She loved it she really did and identified, for better or worse, that was what she was. First and foremost, for as long as Beth had been around, Mum.

She was silent as he let a roving eye travel. A row of miniature china animals lined up along the windowsill caught his eye. They were tiny, painstakingly painted and impressively real looking. Cute and quaint came to mind as he studied the little wonders.

His fingers grasped the fox and Paul stared at the eyes beady and bright. He was quite unworried that she spied on him as he had peered in jars and canisters and wandered fingers over the miniature wildlife.

And Paul wondered. Wondered how she ticked. What made her believe that she was less than anybody else around her, him included.

He hadn't stayed at the flat long after the green eyed woman left. Well that wasn't entirely true. He gave John a right bollocking for frightening her, and listened as Pattie fretted for her friends' safety. Jackie, Jacqueline the green eyed vision. He had a name then, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman and after George fessed up directions, Paul had taken them and found himself sat in a darkened street for eons waiting for her....

Then she was there.... almost ghost-like as she emerged from the mist as it began settling down upon the darkened street. She was no ghost though.

No she was a package of delicious curves and intrigue.. and come on! What other girl did he know that could kick Johns hideous butt, which was a feat of great magnitude in itself
And slam down a drink like that?!

Before his very eyes she transformed into a lost soul, wandering all alone.

His eyes wandered over her once more and he wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but he found himself unable to stop looking.

Jackie sipped the tea and couldn't help not to grin secretly into the cup. She then let herself relax and beamed gloriously up at him. A perfect cup of tea made by a perfectly handsome man now bouncing back down and leaning against her counter top. A perfectly gorgeous man engaging with her in conversation and now... He was frowning.

"Please don't frown" She crossed her legs, one over the other like she would in the office, she was home, safe and in that moment she took the movement for granted forgetting all about silly mini skirts and skin.

Paul didn't though.

He didn't care at all for the old 'legs for miles' adage. No...

The length of the leg wasn't the least bit important. It was the skin, creamy and toned, soft as silk and smooth, not a blemish, not a gram of her placed incorrectly. It was the shape, the curves at the calf, the shape of the thigh. The way her muscles moved as she changed positions, walked, crawled, begged...

He closed his eyes, breathing the thoughts away a smidge before recovering and continuing his perusal...

The way her knees beckoned his fingers.

She, this enigma, would be in his dreams, with every inch of her soft, curvy body for a long time to come.

"I know how you can make me grin" Fingers tapped on his chin as he looked about innocently, eyes wide and waiting for Jackie to take the bait.

"Alright I'll bite. How can I make you grin?" Jackie took another sip of tea and set the cup on the saucer. The setting was long ago destroyed and only this, and another cup, had survived.

"Well... you could smile up at me as I dance with you around the kitchen"

"There's no music, that's just silly"

"There's always music Jacqueline"

Paul stepped around the table and leaned over her quivering shoulder. With the tip of his finger, he pushed the cup and saucer forward, toward the centre of the table. Breathing her in as much as she rapidly breathed for him.

"My tea" She whispered, upset for the ludicrously inadequate cup of tea that was now far away in the centre of her table. Jackie's murmured grumble humorous in the face of what stood by her side.... Paul.

He was so close to her.

And she realised also, that vocal chords must malfunction when sizzling hot musicians were present and leaning ever so closely over ones shoulder. And as she sat so still, so frozen in anticipation she recalled the way he breathed her name...

'Jacqueline'

Like he was offering her a promise, a surprise, a gift...

"I'll make you another" Paul chimed teasingly from beside her ear. Decibels deep, stirring her, waking her deep inside.

"But it was so nice" Jackie didn't really want tea. No Jackie just wanted the luxury of more if his lyrical words emanating from his lips situated so close beside her ear.

And she was rewarded.

His lips touched to her ear.

"I promise more, much, much nicer tea. Sweeter even..."

And the deep timbre of his voice pressed down all over her.

The small front room soon became an extension of the kitchen. When Paul discovered the scarfs crafty magic of turning drab bulbs into sensual surroundings his delightful hum of satisfaction was joyous. He turned two lights off... leaving a single lone bulb to do all the work, creating a cosy scene.

He grinned happily whilst leading a completely compliant Jacqueline into her dreams.

Standing in the centre of the room watching the sight of him, Paul wonderful McCartney, rushing about.

Finally, he returned to her.

The kitchen light now extinguished and the room in which they both stood was bathed in a warm sexy glow.

Seeing his grin of accomplishment, made her heart skip a beat and she wished she could capture every little nuance and smile of his in a bottle.

His warm hands held hers down by their sides and she was swayed so close as he hummed a tune so soft, lips pressed music to her ear.

Jackie let him. Let him lead her nowhere and everywhere in her front room.

Music was flowing through his body, his wonderful soft hum by her ear wrapping her tightly, tugging at her heartstrings as surely as a kiss ever could.

The room was semi darkened and somehow her drab surroundings melted from ordinary into extraordinary.

A room full of him, his charisma, his beauty. Paul.

His aura and nearness spinning her senses; like a top at full speed.

And him being so very close was sending sparks a mile high as fleeting touches blessed promises against her skin.

Bringing her back.

Bringing her back to life.

Lips, pressed firmly then fluttered softness all over her pulse point, her head tilted for the continued sensation.

She was flying high.

Surfing in the clouds.

Basking in the sun.

And Jacqueline was conscious of his every movement however small, however subtle, wherever he roamed. Paul placed her hand on his hip and moved his own to press her close, his touch steady on the small of her back bringing their bodies near.

Sandwiched tight, his heat, warming her to goo.

"Paul?" She breathed as his lips continued straying all over. Her eyes closed, her mind free-falling.

"Hmmmm" Fingers and hand spread so wide, holding her close Paul remained busy, lips buttery soft, slipping over what was exposed of her shoulders, skimming her neck; and his hot breathe over-heated what was once goose-bumped covered, flesh.

She sighed deeply, all the loneliness disappearing from her clouded vision for the first time in what felt like forever...

"Paul" she murmured.

Peeling the jacket down her arms and throwing it away Paul counted her buttons, and his, softly, under his breath...

"One"

And she was rewarded a longer, lingering kiss where the button had once been... "Your turn dear Jacqueline" Her name dripped from his lips sounding like sweet honey and golden syrup and hot chocolate too. All toasty warmth and flooding sweetness inside her.

All seeping within her mind and something wonderful, cracked within...

His tender touch, his encircling her in his arms, his kisses... Were all sending her from the catacombs of her hidden self.... All fluttering alive, growing into an all engulfing, soaring vista, of want.

Want for herself.

Want, need and feverish desire to be taken away forever more.

She had been awoken from a long slumber and wanted, no needed, more.

Of him...

Two buttons, three. Fingers once idle and clumsy now tugging and hungry. Four. Paul watched on, the butterfly becoming the raven. Taking him like he was her prey and never letting go. Five buttons. Wonderful as it was to watch, he had been waiting to find her again. Green eyes haunting his thoughts, for all the days since she dropped like one of Hitlers bombs into the Beatles world. And he had wanted to sit and talk and chat about Beth and what the band should do to quell the parents unrest. Six.

It had been an excuse really; for a few more minutes of her presence. Try and work out who was behind those thick glasses, what she would look like with her hair let down. Where was Mister Gordon.

"Where's Mister Gordon?"

Seconds passed her by and the words sank down, deep into her... Dragging her fingers away from newly discovered skin "Pattie didn't tell you?" Had they not asked or questioned, had Pattie been so enraged with anger that she would never speak to, or of her, again?

"You tricked me..... Tricked us" Paul whispered, not harshly or with vicious intent. A statement really and he was a little proud of her trickery.

"Self-preservation" Jackie frowned, reluctantly patted his chest and did up a button, fingers lingering over another, just above.

"So... no mister then?"

Mute, and a little way toward deflated, Jackie shook her head slowly in the negative, adding that one word answer.

"No"

Whispering words flowed between then, so close they still were, in the muted light, in that little front room..

"Good"

"Good? Why?"

"Yeah it's very good" Paul leaned back so his face was out of the shadows. In the light, a big cheeky grin spread wide across his cheeks. "So I can let you do this" Paul's swept one hand down the side of his body, offering himself.

"Let me?"

"Yeah. Let you.... ravish me" He chuckled a low rumbling sound shattering her deep inside, splitting atoms and before she knew what was happening Paul took her lips back to his, slipping his own over her rosy skin, tasting, teasing, pulling away and diving back in, over and over, in an ever-deepening rhythm.

Grinning into his kisses Jackie gently squeezed his arm for his teasing. Then, before Paul could blink, she pounced.

His hair was grabbed and tangled with one hand, her body so wanting, pressing into his, lips urgent and urging him to cede... Then fingers slid upwards from his navel, hovering gently over the swift drumming of his heart. The unequalled movement of her slender hands and hungry lips delivered him to a mixed message of impatient yet glorious expectation.

Upward she traveled, moving onward to curl her hand around his shoulder. Feathery fingertips reached out, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands squeezed her hips, buttocks and thighs as Jacqueline caught his lip softly in her teeth. She grinned into his lips, eyes open, gazing innocently up at him. The wondrous flash of her power forced him to relent. To let her tongue, that had been slipping questions upon his flesh, in.

And he parted, opened for her.... with a moan of relinquishment.

She had never felt powerful until this moment, never felt control til he let her drag him to the floor

"Ravish me. Dear Jacqueline...."

Then it was on.

It was equal in the race for bare flesh. Jackie stripped his shirt complete from his torso and Paul rid her of her boots. Kneeling together, she faced him and she saw herself reflected in his eyes.

Want, however fleeting she must have it. If he was offering, she would beg and steal like a hungry person for every morsel.

He offered....

Paul stood to rid himself of the trousers and his shoes. She kissed his skin gently, tasting all that was him, his enticing scent giving her lustful desires... surging forth in wave after beautiful wave. He knelt again, touching and exploring slowly, as she explored him.

The frilly shirt drifts ever lower to the floor with only his kisses.... Pushing it away with lips so warm and brilliantly practiced.

Feathery presses here, there, and more over there. Light stubble scraped, making the softness radiate brighter. Paul watched her watch him as she let her breasts escape from their bound restriction, watching his eyes dip then slide upwards to hold her in a hungry gaze before breaking away once again to lean, close, breathing her in just before his tongue slipped around her in slow wondrous glorious torture.

Her stockings rolled down with semi-calloused fingers, yet tenderness flowed through his every touch to her skin. Like she was a prized possession to be caressed with the utmost care.

She was under his control now.

Completely his...

To do with as he please......

And then as his fingers stroked and his lips lingered, she was flying ever so high, soaring in the pleasure he created. Jackie's long ignored needs had her body unravelling in eagerness, turning her to molten rapture under the adept bassist indelible ministrations. As he touched, he watched, with lips bitten in relishment.

Watched as she caved to the fire, letting herself spiral out of control....

"Ohhhhhh ..wow..." She murmured.

Jackie lay completely sated, fingers plucking the rug below her blindly and her other hand strewn wantonly, lost somewhere above her head. She didn't care where her body parts were because she felt like delicious jelly and lost herself to the moment. "Sorry..." she murmurred as Paul moved from between her legs and lay beside her, sat up on an elbow, his eyes dark, sparkling, gazing into her blushed and warm countenance.

"What for luv?"

"Too quick" Jackie sighed, flopping a wobbly jelly-like limb over her belly "Too soon"

"I'm just too good"

"Ha, I noticed"

Paul grinned mischievously, thinking about kissing her, it seemed to Jackie; yet staying in his place he licked his lip instead. Fingers brushing her hair from her eyes, he smiled cockily, knowing just what to do.

He leaned low over her body, his breath barely tickling her skin and she exhaled shakily in anticipation...

"Nothing's too quick when it can be repeated again...."

She was kissed a promise against her thigh, on the silky skin just above her knee.

"...and again"

and another promise was placed on her hip...

"... and again"

And then he was hovering over her, dipping his skin so salty and sweet on her lips, his shoulders glistened and muscles bunched in the low rose light that bathe'd him in it's sultry glow. Legs wrapped Paul instinctively, it had been so long, so many years. Paul pressed against her tightness, lifting her left leg a little higher, hand firm and strong under her knee. Pressing further, letting her sigh, letting her enjoying the feeling...

Then he entered her. Making every single move tingle, sharpen to a quiver, and begin to pulsate. That tiny second or two of discomfort disappeared and what followed was delicious and divine.

Delectable feelings coursed through her as he began to move, rocking so tightly within her, her body stretching to fit to his. So long. It had been so long since she had had a man.

Jacqueline opened her eyes to enjoy the spectacular spectacle of him. She could almost feel Paul's heartbeat rocketing higher to catch hers, his temperature rising to burn them both.

His body continued pleasing her, sliding, pumping, filling her deep within. His lips hanging just above her own, parted and slightly open, as he worked at hitting her pleasures, over and over, and over again.

Ecstasy clutched and her lips fell open in indescribable pleasure. Moaning his name as he triggered her climax and she was panting with fevered lungs, offering herself openly to him as she arched from the floor... meeting him as he shuddered and hit his own crest, releasing as her name lingered on his lips, syllables drawn, stretched and moaned throaty deep as Paul clutched her tight in his final urgency, pulling her closer than she already was.

Shadows cast lovely pictures over her ceiling and the warmth of him covered her. His breathing steadying as Jacqueline ran her fingers down his back, over his rump and back to his neck again. A little squeeze of his bum a delightful distraction to the trip.

"If Beth's thirteen...that's makes you...."

"Older than you"

"It wasn't a complaint Jack"

Jack...

"I was young, too young" Jackie felt him shuffle, she felt him all over. He was so young and she, so much older. "I'm twenty-eight years old" Her turn to frown.

"You definitely don't look it, my luv" Paul groaned and brought himself back up to hover over her. "I thought... I thought maybe she was a step daughter or you were a worried older sister at first." Jackie struggled to escape " No... No!" He laughed catching her hand, covering her body to prison her against his. "I wasn't being derogatory you know..." She wiggled and struggled to break free "Hey, hey, wait. Stop, baby"

Paul kissed her as she lay upset beneath him. He smiled gently and began kissing her frowning lips, tugging at her pouting flesh. And she tried not to give in, tried not to let him walk all over her heart. But he was very determined....

Jackie was quivering, his weight pressing need against her and Paul wasn't moving. Some sort of sexy impasse they reached in those ensuing minutes. She lay perfectly still, trying to not let his fingers or lips break her. His fingers curling through her hair, his lips tugging and nibbling her lips.

Her hands surrendered first, giving in to him, with minds of their own they began and continued the wonderful adventure of exploring his svelte body. Settling finally to knead and squeeze his enticingly round bum, and his lips roamed and picked a path over her own lips, cheeks, jaw, throat...
Making her relax into his magic.

For he was indeed magic.

"I knew you would be beautiful... you see. Eyes are the windows to the soul" Paul rolled them both over and his hands now caressed her body. "Even with those glasses I knew you would be this good"

"You flatter me too much.." Jackie crossed her arms on Paul's chest and watched him as he silently counted the bones of her spine, his fingers pressing just enough to tease and make her unwind. "...And you're even more beautiful than all the album covers and posters and magazines. You're so talented..." Jackie lay flat on his chest and felt his body stir to life, beneath.

"I've gone and gone all blushin' pink now, I 'ave me luv"

Jackie giggled as Paul flipped them once more, pushing back into her with a moan. Was it cliche' to say they fit, that he felt just right for her and she, just right for him. Her fingers roamed to his parted lips then dipped in accepting the nibbles he inflicted. And as he rose to arch higher and pound deeper, Jackie moaned with every thrust he made. Grinning up at him as he smiled down.

God he was beautiful...

The pre-dawn light seeped in, peeping over the curtain tops, and began gifting Jackie an even more magnificent view of his body meeting her own. The muscles and tension of their coupling setting his skin aglow and his sweet face then set in a beautifully tight, utterly determined, expression.

Dawn broke fully over the land and Jackie, sated and content, drew a blanket over them both. As he let sleep take him she watched his features soften.

Long greedy moments she gazed, minutes taken to drink in her fill of the maleness that lay pressed beside her. Her eyes drank in the beauty of his bone structure, dusted over every muscle and memorised his face to remember always....

Her own sleep called for her and she answered, curling around him with a wistful smile.

A/n: I so wanted to make this line, from somewhere up above there in the chapter - Paul kissed her upset, he kissed her frown - end in rhyme!

So I am:

Paul kissed her upset

He kissed her frown

He kissed her good... upside-down

Just too good- an opportunity not to be missed!!!

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