A/N: Ever so sorry for the lack of updates. Life happens and brains are naughty and can't get settle into the writing groove when I do get a moment.

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A reminder of where we are.....

We are mid fantastic awesome Beth free weekend!!! Woohoo. Can Jacqueline get the Beatle in her bed finally!?!

Flopping on the sofa, feet kicked up on the end Jackie watched the mighty fine specimen waltz around her downstairs. This here was the life- sex.

That's it. S.E.X.

Sighing and grinning like a dope Jackie sank teeth into her bottom lip and ogled the Beatle as he ploughed her floorboards in agitation.

"So I was thinking.."

"Hmmmm?" God he's adorable when he's thinking. Like a puppy struggling with a big ole oversized bone. They hadn't made it to the bed A-gain. Oh well things happen, time lurches, hunks get naked.... She sighed once more.

She's gorgeous, laying back without a care in the world. Freedom written over her face and here I am aiming to get my fill and run. I haven't been able to get full yet though. She keeps throwing curve balls and blinders and I can't decide if she is Satan in female form come to run me off other women entirely or a very, very, very intriguing lady that has my senses wrapped around her little finger and giving a good hard yank to bring me to my knees every five minutes.

Her fingers stroll her belly, I've created a monster. Those tiny silver roads are all leading south to nirvana and I'm closing in on heaven as we speak.

No! Stop. Speak with actual words and get her out of my darn head, both of them. She'll be an airhead for sure, a bit like Pattie. Big on the main features... And the credits so bland you want to fall asleep.

"The Supremes or Carol King" That'll stump her. Miss King isn't a singer, she should be but that's beyond the point. Music is life and a girl in mine has to be savy as well as bad, in a good way, in bed. "Do you have a favourite"

"Oh my god King is the best songwriter isn't she! So talented with Gerry Goffin! I love heaps and heaps of their songs. I bet she'll bring an album of her own out one of these days. She's just got to! She's so brilliant. My favourite at the moment is.... Ummmm... Will You Love Me Tomorrow. Hang on I shouldn't say that. I have many, many favourites!" Bouncing up she was over to the record player in a flash. Panties found in the wash basket a substitute for those that hadn't reemerged from someone's front trouser pocket "I'm Into Something Good!" spinning around after dropping the needle on the 45 onto the turntable Jackie reached for her bra with a conflicted frown "I like the Herman's Hermits version... I only have the Cookies version though, that's what I heard first you see"

Geezers Jacqueline has the Cookies version. What next, something of the Quarrymens'. She's putting on her bra, a waste of a good solid twenty seconds right there but it'll be alrigh' with the slight loss of time.

"It's different and so high but still good" Swinging arms around Paul's shoulders, swaying with him. His beaming face watching her smile. Like two goons on cordial, all sap and sugar. "I like the Supremes but sometimes they are too tight, too set you know. Oh, look at me telling the musician about music" A gorgeous grin broke forth and before he knew it she was on tiptoes snogging his face off. He didn't complain..... And he did unclip her bra... in under twenty.

Jackie backed away waggling a finger at Paul, smirking. Then she was off, dashing to the kitchen for the box of chocolates he had presented her earlier. There, he was teased into playing a three-minute round of catch on either side of the table before she escaped bound for the stairs.

Bound for her bed.

Bound for glory.

"I need to exercise" Instead of bounding after Jacqueline up the staircase the vixen that sat on the kitchen shelf stared until she was lifted and eyeballed. The small china creature should know what is exactly going on here. Maybe the ole sly fox has answers. Maybe I'm just infected with a bit of good dirty sex and should just saddle up and ride out the fever.

Jacqueline fever. Jackie ran the taps in the bathroom upstairs and still I'm stood here leaning on the kitchen sink questioning my sanity with a bunch of half inch-high bits of pottery.

"Should I cut out now before she gets too, you know. Clingy like?" The vixen scowled, well,  glared, beady black eyes back "I came, I saw, I conquered. Clear out before she gets all hearts in her eyeballs and such" Eyes rose heavenward. Could she tantalise even further? Or is the tricks and magic show done. Over. Kuput "Jackie, Jacqueline, Jack. What should I do?"

"Paullll?" She queried from the bedroom. Voice all soft and sultry, sending slivers of feeling all over.

But that voice was full of worry to her own ears...

That's it. Sex is done. He's sprinted out the front door and I'm left here at the top of the stairs in my underwear. The bed still a virgin. Unused and my sex drive..... My sex drive hovers in high gear and has no one to steer and hit the accelerator. "Paull?"

A bang and the kitchen chair was knocked into the table. He's still here! Woohooo!! Thank goodness.

Sexy, wonderfully creative, beautiful Paul is still here and now... And now he is stood sans shirt at the bottom of the stairs, trousers low on his slim hips, zipper lower, feet bare.

Dreams becoming reality, happiness radiates as he smiles up the narrow staircase. My hands itch to hold him once more.

A hand is outstretched and the chat with the vixen and the fox and all their tiny mates is dashed, forgotten. Why not. Once more, for old times sake. Bring her to a moaning climax.

My name breathed over me just a few minutes more.

Because she wants it for sure and she hasn't pushed, hasn't pried. Hasn't requested autographs or tickets or audiences with the others. She bites her lip and sanity flies out the window, a warm responsive sexy body and mouth, pulls me higher.

Taking the stairs two at a time, she squeals with abandon now that I'm closing in. Grinning as I near, she spins on the spot like a ballerina and flies toward her bed, bouncing on knees, crawling toward the headboard. Throwing Johns pillow he autographed out the door over my head. Well I think it was supposed to be over my head.

"Did you just through a pillow at me?"

"No.... maybe... Which do you prefer!?"

We both silently decided on a pillow fight. Her squealing, my laughing and us giggling as a feather pillow sprung a huge leak and gushed feathers all over us, the bed, the floor. She looks so much younger now, every new moment has her age creeping back to mine, to be kids again. Silly, happy, carefree. She's beautiful and radiant and so, so animated and generally happy to be silly with me.

She sucks in a breath, blows feathers off her fringe and eyes watch me watch her. Youth colliding with knowing sexy maturity. Lips rosy red licked. Can she see.... Can she see my watch ticking. Can she tell I'm after one thing and nothing else.

"Come here Paul" She croons and my knees buckle onto the end of the bed and fingers tug my trousers low. A chocolate or two is fetched as I lie my head down on the single remaining pillow and stare up at her as she kneels to fetch the dark purple box. "Open" Breasts touch my chest as she leans to get the delicious sweet filled chocolates.

One chocolate, two sets of teeth and now her kisses are sweet and chocolatey good. She shares her lips, her treat and all I can do is watch her unwrap another.

"You were downstairs alone for a while... Did you wash my dishes or do all that horrid laundry? Are you hungry? Would you like-"

"I want you Jacqueline, just you and your body"

"I think I can handle that"

"I don't know, my handle is pretty darn big"

"Oh kid me please!"

"Cheeky"

"I think I should try this bed out with yo-"

Below them the door bell was repeatedly harassed. A nosy finger turning the ringer as fast as they could. The ring sounding and echo-ing all about.

"Door-bell!"

"Ignore it"

"But it could be Cyn with Beth!"

"Oh I don't think that's likely I pretty much told-"

"Told her what?!"

"I just made sure John knew we were going to be indisposed"

Paul's flip was lightning fast and Jackie found herself on the mattress gazing up at Paul above her now. Her breathing heightened like she was currently renewing her membership to Club Hubba Hubba McCartney.

But it was the doorbell and it's my front door.... Club Hubba Hubba McCartney could wait a few measly moments, couldn't he. "Well it could be them! Up up! Or maybe it's Kate looking for Beth. Beth could have forgotten to tell her. I'll have a quick squiz out the window...."

"I'll look" Huffing at the inconvenience of it all, the walk to the window was more a stalk. Feet flubbing heavily on the timber floorboards as they crossed the room. Chancing a sly glance back at Jackie still laying on the bed it was all the worst to be on the other side of the room at this particular moment. Her body called like a siren, the fun of the last few minutes had been great, the moments of the last few seconds felt like a warm blanket of heat climbing, her lips wet and body humming. Her mind was whirling now though. She def was in half a mind to get up and wrap her robe about her frame to check the door herself. Moving faster, to interrupt her fleeing, the window was reached before the vision of her disappeared from the sheets. It's bloody John for sure or that Kate kid. The curtain scooted aside "Bloody fuck"

"Bloody fuck who"

"Bloody fuck Mister and Missus Boyd. Damnit. Let's ignore them. They'll clear off" Pushing away from the glass, the itch that was Miss J was about to get well and truly scratched. Geez Pattie, why is she even here. She knows it's the weekend. The weekend organized for exactly this- Jackie. No Beth, no work and definitely no George or Pattie turning up unannounced.

Pattie pounded the door heartily. She wasn't going anywhere. Zipping the trousers the rest of the way was painful but need to head the woman working herself up to agitation over a blasted ringer, off at the pass.

Then return to this bedroom feast pronto.

"I'll go see what Geo wants." Jackie was mobile, heading to the edge of the bed, let's stop the entrée disappearing shall we "Don't you move a muscle beautiful, lay back down and be ready for your world to be rocked off its axis in less than five" Her mouth made an 'o' then she smirked and lay back against the headboard, fingers strolling her skin.

Blazing fire trucks.

"Make it three and I'll do a new thing with my tongue......" She promised, tip of her tongue darting to her lips and striking across. Made the door in seconds flat, stairs pounded as he descended speedily.

Flopping back on the bed with a giggle Jackie heard his feet skid to a stop and make a soft thump on the front door.

Oh lord this weekend is simply the best.

Paul is a champ. Racing for the front door. And why are the Harrison's here anyway!? Oh Pattie you silly girl, go away! ...But she might need me. Oh come on! It's the weekend and advertising shoots can wait! I should go say hello though......Silly, it's just Pattie, and Pattie will understand that I'm indisposed... having what she herself termed, fun.

So...

Much...

Fun!!!

"What do you two want. Is there a massive fire threatening the house? Has Tesco a sale on condoms? Do you want me to teach you guitar?"

"Paul!"

"I told you Pat" His hand rubbed the back of his neck, bringing Pattie along was never a fab idea. She would make Paul narky in the studio for a month of Sundays she would. Paul's already having a snipe about my guitar playing. Is that a feather in his ear?

"And I told you George, Jackie would need a break. Look at him... are those knickers in your trouser pocket Paul!? I hope they're Jackie's!"

"Of course they're Jacks. Do you really think I would be that crass and bring another womans' knickers on a date"

"Well her knickers could be old Paul. More than likely you could get away with saying you were gifting them mate"

"Her knickers aren't old George"

"Unlike the rest of-"

"Not another word Georgie! I warned you. Just because you're a baby doesn't mean Jackie is any less attractive to Paul than the next girl. Right Paul!"

"Right on Patricia"

"Now let us in"

"Nope. Sorry Pattie, not happening. We were perfectly fine here, by ourselves, entertaining each other and don't need your services. Thank-you and goodby-"

"Let me in, the poor girl needs a breather I'm positive of that! And I had an idea and I think Jackie will love it"

"What will I love?"

"Hi Jackie. Don't you look lovely all bed hair and feathers"

"Kinky is she Paul, lucky dog you" The teasing words passed right by Pattie as she grinned and rushed off to the bottom of the stairs. Paul looking mighty pleased with the situation. The Jack-o-lantern must be doing something right.

"Got you good, has she?"

"Oi! No Geo. I wanted a bit of slap and tickle, still do. That's it"

"And her?"

"Same as far as I can make out. I'll let you know when she gives me air to conjure my thoughts together"

"Her sex life must have been a waste land. Drier than the Sahara. One huge dry spell like a drought, if she still thinks you have game" Fangs came into view and Jackie smiled innocently back, not knowing what was being uttered, on the sly, between the musicians.

"Piss off"

"John says you like missionary but you have to offer alternatives you know Paul"

"Jesus George. How would John know anyway?!"

"Feedback"

"The gurls don't fill in questionnaires at the end of the evening George"

"Well John was adamant, he was saying something like... 'Paul offers minimal points of the compass George' yeah, that's what he said"

"I'm not having a conversation with you on my sexual position choices!" Was scratched out the side of the mouth and a shove was inflicted on the skinny intruder.

"I could lend you a few, you know" Patty slung him a fingery wavey thingo from across the room and he returned it with an air kiss "Got quite a repertoire I'll have you know"

"Ok!" Was screamed.

"OK?" Was pondered.

"OK!!!" Both girls screamed again and then jumped up and down on the spot. After a swift wave at a dumbfounded Paul and suitably fangy smiling George, they both careened off up the staircase.

The hall area was silent.

"What the hell is OK!? George!!?"

"Keep up, will you Paul. We're off to the Bag o' Nails or the other one. I don't much mind which as long as there's a bar"

"What!? No!" Pulling away from the leech that was dragging him towards the refrigerator Paul attempted to dash for the stairs and head the redressing off at the path.

"Don't you want to take her out in public? Bit grotty of you if you ask me"

"I" Collapsing on the kitchen chair the vixen smiled at him from her post on the sill. "I didn't think she would want to. You know, she was sooooo eager to. Arrr...stay in. I suppose with Pattie harping-"

"Hey!"

"I suppose with Pattie nattering in her ear anything can be rearranged"

"Even your orgasms by the looks of things" Laughter began welling within. A hiccupping laff popped out then three, then a flood. He had to rest. All this laffing is extremely tiresome. Oh pickles! "Cheese? Oh never-mind Paul, I've found it. There's a slab here in the cheese drawer... where cheese is usually kept. Silly me eh!?"

"Yea silly you. Hey! Is this a short outing or long? I'm on a strict schedule here. With the kid on jolly John holiday we have what? Six more hours tops!?!"

"Shall I find you a piece of paper so you can make a pie chart of the next few hours activites?"

"Don't be a prick George"

"Only trying to help out you know. Mmmmhmm this is really good cheese this. Want some?"

"No! I don't want flipping cheesssee!"

"Geez just say no next time. Don't go getting your cheddar in a twist. Hahhaha cheddar- twist, get it?"

"Yeah I get it. Good one" The sarcasm soared over Georges head.

"We'll drop by LaPaulo's Boudoir shall we. So you can put a lick of Deo on for Geo... And everyone else in a five-mile radius for that matter" Mmmm yum. I wonder if she has crackers? Oh look, the doggy jar looks a good source of cracker like biscuits- cream assorted -damn....

"Rude! And I'd want a shave. And iron my shirt. And press my trousers"

"Goodness, it'll be dark in the the club, you don't need to granny press seams in your pants man- Woohoo!" Crackers in the tin!....

What?!?

"Noooooo".. the packet inside the tin is empty. Nooooooooooooooooooo.

"And my trousers"

"Great... Well then, that'll eat into the old pie chart on ya, won't it. Oh, has she any pie?! I'll have another gander in the fridge" The refrigerator popped open for a fourth, or was it fifth, time.

"Stop eating the poor broad outta house and home would you. Shut the fridge!" A scrub of a hand over the jaw led to the realisation that a shave and no ironed clothes could be survived. "I suppose when the clocks ticking....."

"There you go Paulie! Not so hard is it!? Just remember the deodorant...."

"I don't stink you sod, stop being daft George"

"You just keep telling yourself that...." Grinning broadly at the slice of cake, listening to Paul heartily sniff his pits, was a job well done on all accounts.

**

"What type of bird did you pluck in here then? A cockatoo!????! Never mind I don't want, or need, to know. Look Jacks, wear what you had on the other night at the party" Patty flung open the closet. Jackie had forgotten to bring the garments back. It wasn't like she needed them back, no one missed them and now, today, perfect. Ready to wear gear.

"I wore it last time"

"He won't remember"

"I will... and what do you mean he won't remember? " Digging out the tartan skirt she laid it under the black frilly shirt on the bed. Could work. Could look like an old mother going to the Tesco supermarket too. What else though? Ughhh, so unfair this was! Must make more money! Must buy hot clothes! Why though? Paul was showing all signs of cabin fever when it was revealed that they were going out to the club. A proper outing, as it were. His face was blank like a lorry had backed over him.

"Paul's a leg man, oh, and in your case, the eyes have it. Everything else could be shrouded in a nun's smock and he would be still sweet on your assets"

"Sooo he'd go for a nun in short garb and smoking eyes"

"Yep!"

Giggles erupted and the performance of dressing was conducted in a swift frantic manner.

Black blouse, tartan mini skirt...even though her legs would no doubt be covered in many, many goosebumps...Perhaps Paul could warm them for her.

Red pumps adorned her feet.

Makeup hastily arranged her features into a work of art. Carefully the eyeliner pulled along an eye as Pattie set about wrestling a hairdo out of the feathers and tangles. A feather was dropped on her nose and Jackie blew it away with a cheeky very indulgent smile.

"Look at that grin. Wonderful. I'm so pleased for your vagina Jackie"

Giggles and laughter erupted yet again.

Gazing in the mirror, her eyes sought her own after whisking over herself, scrutinizing the look. A look that outwardly screamed hot and internally screamed BUY MORE CLOTHES. Nevertheless, her greatest asset her thighs, her legs were on display. Her face was beaming and her hair was tamed into a fab style. Lifted high and off her face a few tendrils framing the side. She looked young, carefree and that was so fabulously freeing. The smile she gave herself allowed her to believe in fairytales and princes, and being whisked away for adventures.

Paul was her prince tonight, and she would be a princess.