A/N: Boo! Did I scare you! Did you miss me? It's been an absolute age. An age of Easter School holidays and hubby home for weeks recuperating from minor surgery. But I'm back,  turfed hubs off back to work and the kids back to school YAY!!!!

Vo-mments, as always, are very welcome!

Enjoy!

"Julian, come along. Let's go inside now" Beth smiled with abandon, this day had been so much fun. The gardens were big and vast and a lot like Norfolk where granddad lives.

A pokey front yard was no good for kicking balls and playing catch, nor kite flying which is what she had been doing with Julian til it caught in the oak tree. And John, he had been so dreamy, even when he snored a little in his sleep in the sunroom earlier. He was ever so handsome and she could have gazed at him happily for absolutely hours upon hours but right when she was getting a little braver and thinking about entering the room to have a good ole perve, Julian had cried out from his cot.

She lifted the bub to her hip. Julian had enjoyed watching the triangular kite painted with an eagle dipping and diving in the sky above him as he lay on a blanket. Sighing she checked the kites position one last time then went about dragging the blanket behind her to the lounger on the patio.... There was a lounger and a sparkling blue pool and a big rainbow painted umbrella set over a wrought iron table setting painted white.

A seat at that table would be truly perfect for watching extremely under clad Beatles swimming around in said pool. Oh the hours she could just sit and ogle him... she sighed once more at the thrill of it all and walked through the back door. Which interestingly, was designed like a stable door with both a top and bottom part- very cool.

"Hey up! There's the Jude-sitter. He's still in one piece, is he. Well done!" John stretched and yawned and his shirt lifted to reveal belly. Yummy Beatle belly. Beth beamed, this was an awesome babysitting job.

"He's alrigh' The kite may be a little mixed up with the oak tree though..."

"Aeronautical issues then. Happens to the best of us. My last flight had a kite tangled with the chimney. Wouldn't have been an issue in summer but in winter..." Words spilt quietly as he mumbled into his teacup as Beth gazed on adoringly. Then he was 'up' again grinning ruefully with delight "....In winter the chimney has ash and what not flying about doesn't it.. set the bloody thing alight! Cyn got a tad distressed over the flames but fire extinguishers aside, the house is still standing"

"It's so lovely here."

"Oh yea I guess. Been a bit crap with the builders and such... not bad now though. Got me Bear and knight in possie so all's well in my tree" She's ogling again, even while Julian rips into her lips with his fingers.

"Julian, no bubby"

"He need a bottle... or fag?" John teased. With a silly smirk he squinted his eyes tight and his chin jutted out like a weirdo.

"He doesn't smoke!" Beth giggled and imagined Julian with a cigarette in his lips. Looking up from the baby she watched John eye her with his head tilted back and his milky chocolate eyes half closed, hands laced behind his head, fingers in his hair. "Does he....?"

"Nah. I'll start him up at three"

"John" Beth warned dutifully then wondered if she was turning into a mother hen just like her ma. "Would mum be back at the flat by now?"

"God knows. Maybe she went out." John tested "Seeing as you are babysitting. Busy 'an all. Perhaps she went to a pub for lunch"

"On her own? Not likely"

"Maybe Paulie stopped into one on the way into town" John leaned forward on the premise of stubbing out his ciggie.

"Paul?!" He's too slick for mum and mums too old for him"

"Oh Bethany. Age is but a number" Wise and handsome seer John remarked slowly, wondering how old Jackie was anyway, what with a bloody teenager for a child.

"Her digits are very high" Beth pulled Jules fingers from her ear and played pat-a-cake quietly with him as she watched Johns lips move. Swoon.

"What? Digits? Oh you mean numbers" Fingers fluffed his hair then he proceeded to lift his shirt at one side and gaze down at his lily white skin to see what had bitten him during his morn-noon-arvo nap, siesta, ahem 'thinking on a tune' kip.

Beth hurriedly sat up straighter, peering over the far side of the table watching pale cream skin as it appeared, and then being scratched, by Beatle fingernails.

"Bloody hell girl, your mums in her prime" Spotting the kid clocking his stomach the shirt went down and his chin came up "Mosquitos from the lake, bloody itchy as fu- as furry fun..gus" Oh lord, teenagers were hard work not to swear and strip partially naked in front of.

"She's old...and she's me mum. Paul is a... what do they call it?"

"A bull?" Grinning he lifted the teacup to his teasing lips. Teasing the lass about Paulie was a hoot.

"Bull? What!? No... not bull? It's true though isn't it. That Paul is a, a... He goes out A LOT. I've seen pictures of him in the broadsheet. Here's McCartney with so and so and here he is with Miss scrawny legs and there he attended with Miss double d flossy" Beth nodded and nibbled her lip as Julian tried to stand on her lap and bop about.

"So if Paul was to-"

"Paul was to what?"

"Ask your mum ou-"

"pfff as if"

"He likes your mum Beth, and she likes him. Just think about it alrigh."

"He likes mum.........."

"Yeah I think so"

"I should give him a knuckle sandwich" Placing Julian in the play pen at the corner of the room Beth returned and crossed her arms in tangible disgust.

"He'd spoil you no end if he was to visit though" Abort abort how do you know what Macca would do... Macca would butter the lass up Johnnnn, you know this. Or... I'm setting the lad up to fail miserably when he pulls his usual tight wad miser act. Niceee.

"Spoil?"

"Records and dinners"

"Lollies? Magazines.... Oh my goodness John! A ticket to one of your shows!!" Beth wiggled excitedly where she stood and turned a fluid circle in delight.

"I'm going to give you a ticket to my show"

"Really! Oh John thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" Beth squealed then proceeded to hug John around his shoulders and kiss his adorable darling lovely cheek. Oh scratchy, he needs a shave "Could I have one for Kate too, that's if it's not any trouble?"

"And your mother" Disengaging the kid and standing, John went to the biscuit jar. "Arrowroot?"

"Arrr no thanks. Mum ugh -really?"

"She's a fan, I've seen her ogling me"

"She better not have!"

"Just joshing luv"

"Oh whue. You must know you are my absolute, one thousand million percent fav fab Beatle of them all. I'd do anything for you" Turning red with embarrassment Beth slunk to her seat across from John and stared at the salt shaker. Which in a future ironic twist was in the shape of one of the Queens corgis, crown atop its head, included "I mean to say you're just very talented"

"Who's talented?" Cyn walked in and dropping her sunglasses on the counter.

"I am!" John spun on the spot and made a ta-dah stance with his hands splayed at his sides wiggling.

"Don't give him an extra-large ego Beth, it's pretty nasty when he gets all wacky and weird"

"Oh, I think he's extremely talented"

"This kid is tops!" John grabbed her shoulders and faced her toward Cyn as she stood smiling at Beth's adoration for John "Can we keep her, Powell!?"

"Only til tomorrow"

"What!? Wait... What!?" Dashing up to Cyn Beth tried to calm down what she thought was happening but it was no good, she near bounced a metre or more high in front of Cynthia "I'm staying over!?"

Cyn nodded.

Beth screamed in delight!!!

John cringed but smiled at the kids engaging happiness.

*************

Paul's hand held her in position, his heart was racing, his mouth hung open, drool could have been splattering on her for all he cared. It took everything in his power to keep the car motoring in it's lane and not begin swerving side to side across the centre white line. A lorry went past, it's horn blasting and his thin line of sanity clung on a tether.

Because if it didn't, him and her both were dust, ashes to ashes. Gee imagine the fire fighters turning up to this wreck of charred, welded together, remains.

She jiffled and her fingers automatically clutched at his thighs, making the job of steering all the more adventurous. He was hard he knew it, his brain knew it. Breathing was rapid, his temperature rising...accidents, ready to happen. And on she went.... Where no woman had been before. Well they had been before but like this- oh no, not ever like this.

On a highway- no.

At sixty mile an hour- no.

Through a small quaint country village- no.

Past a line of Friesian dairy cattle with straining udders- no.

Shifting gears, Paul's fingers left her head of silk and returned a few moments later, smoothing the mane back into place. Gorgeous, tasty Jackie did things to him that he never thought would happen at ten mile an hour, let alone on a main arterial at sixty. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and his thighs tensed. He stroked her luscious locks like he was petting a favourite puppy, all as she kept her head where it was.

A quiet groan sounded from somewhere low in his throat and he knew he had to think about something other than what was going on in his lap.

Think about ugly dogs or old wrinkled men or a pile of dog shit maybe.

She moaned deep this time and shifted closer, her lips pressed, her chin touched, he could even feel it when she had to swallow. And he grinned, clutched the steering wheel tight..... and would bear it all.

Torture, this was.

Torture that he let her lay in his lap...

And sleep.

***********

"Sausage, egg and chips" Cyn proclaimed as she stuck a finger in her ear and attempted to hear normally again. After Beth squealed and hooted and hollered she wondered if one girl could equal an entire Beatle audience... Beth was that loud!

"I'll help!" Beth ran around to the opposite bench and grabbed the carton of eggs and dragged it toward her.

"I'll just be in tinkering. Give us a hoy Hoylake when it's ready" John backed out of the room and walked off. None of this nonsense of turning your back on a 'mad as a cut snake' Beatle fan. No, always keep them in the line of sight for safety purposes. Brian's sage advice. Although, when they come at you, en masse, from all the four compass points, your back is the last thing you need to be worried about.

"He doesn't help?"

"Good gawd no"

"Mum says if a fella helps in the kitchen, he's a keeper"

"If she can find one, do tell her to pass on where they are all hiding" Cyn grinned and hip bumped Beth as they chatted about Julian and Beths day. Cyn sorted the sausages and Beth carefully fried the chips.

"John says Paul likes mum" Beth tendered as she carefully flipped the egg with no breakages to report. "And her him. Is John just teasing me do you think?"

"I wouldn't put it past John to tease about such things." Cynthia turned from setting the table and watched Beth carefully "Your mum should have some fun sometimes though, don't you agree?"

"Yes well.... Fun as long as its not going to hurt her"

"People get hurt all the while. It's life. If we didn't get hurt we wouldn't know how good we have it when it is all peachy and sweet, now would we" Cyn smiled softly. "She's a big girl and Paul would treat her like a queen-"

"Or a har–"John chose the moment to stroll back in with a cat and a pile of envelopes and his guitar under his elbow.

"A queen John- Shush you" Cyn waved a warning at John as he dropped the cat from a great height by the feed bowl "Anyway luv" Cyn posed to Beth "We don't know what they think of each other, now, do we?" John rolled his eyes skyward and walked out the backdoor to see if he could retrieve the kite from the tree.

***********

"Inside now!" Paul ordered as he pushed a compliant, sleepy Jacqueline to her flats' front door. In dire need of relief, he was about to burst if she wasn't quick about it.

"Bossy"

"Do you not see this"

"Impressive" Oh it was, the line of him stood wanting to be brought to attention- hers- immediately.

Paul pressed his hand down over his crouch as the inflamed subject attempted to burst forth and wield it's wicked way. A bag, grabbed from the boot of the Aston Martin, was then utilised to cover up the crown jewels that were currently straining in anticipation of invading Jackie's knickers.

Jackie grinned. Oh the joy of sex was wonderful and if Paul was open to sharing the joy of sex with her, who was she to say no.... Not her, no way.

He was a stud, and he was into her this very moment and she wasn't going to say no. He broke her drought and rained on her parade and he could rain and rain and rain and rain and..... Jackie grinned and sighed and fumbled with the rusty door key. Paul McCartney could flood her knickers clear off he wanted to and-

Hang on.... he never gave them back... naughty boy.

"I'll impress it all over you in a minute. Now hurry that sweet tush of yours inside."

"Hold your horses"

"Do you see horses Jacqueline? A randy expensive stud bull but no rampant horses luv" Jackie scoffed as she pushed the door open and stood in the way, barring entry. "Squish over luv, let us in"

"Say the magic word"

"Let. Me. In"

"Say the magic word Paul"

"Com' on luv, I'm liable to splinter some solid wood, stood 'ere"

"Say the ma-" Paul covered her mouth with his own trying to sway Jackie's stalling in the doorway. He would try everything to stall all of her hindering thoughts.

"... word" she mumbled deliciously into his mouth. Still she clung on, holding fort at her front door. A begging, straining beautiful randy vision was on her front stoop and she would make him beg.... Or bust.

No beg, then she could bust him.

"Say magic Paulieee" she moaned as he blindly hitched the bag higher, letting the load shift thus letting his need press upon her. His teeth ran down and nibbled that patch righhhhhtt thereeeee by her ear "Paullll"

"Please let me magic all over you darlin' "

Two bodies fell in through the little drab flats front door and the door was kicked closed with a bare foot.

One body knelt as the other dropped the bag down to the floor with a dull heavy thump. Wine in a cooler, Jackie spied; and a box of Cadbury.

Oh, he is such a good boy. She'd have to reward him.

Pressing him back against the front door, she stripped him of his trousers.

Button.

Zipper.

Down they went.

Paul kicked with all the panic of a trapped animal.

One leg of his trousers was gone, kicked free and she held his hip and dashed his jocks and all jokes were pushed aside. She took him, touched him, impressed him. And he quaked and dragged his fingers through his hair, then, when that wasn't enough, he dragged them through hers'. She moaned, he mumbled incoherently and they enjoyed what he had been dying for and she had been dying to give. And oh. she gave....

He slid to the floor in front of her and grinned like a loon.

She cleaned the edges of her lips and knelt back on her heels. She was still rather hot. And he was spread out for her like a delicious main course at the fanciest London restaurant. She crawled over and kissed him.

"You've gotta give me five huny"

"I have no knickers on"

"I can deal with that"

Fingers, teeth, kisses pressed and delved. Paul hurried her toward what were once fabled, but now true, bolts of lightning. Her body trembled and he kissed and licked a little more, then that last press of his glorious finger and fireworks blazed her insides. Her body tensing and relaxing in the same moment.

Entwined in a catacomb of emotions.

Lust, want. Sated yet gluttonous.

Because she wanted more. Always more.

"Honey pie and Chantilly cream." Paul stated, then added saucily "I do believe I've eaten"

************

"John!!! Sausages are ready!" Beth yelled out the backdoor then ran off to find him. She felt... she felt, like she was his wife or something. Like she was the lady he gave his real heart to. Not the heart he gave out to all and sundry, no the heart that was presented when no one else was around. The heart that contained deep love not glittery tinsel while he sang to thousands or joked about on the radio when he was interviewed. No tinselly public heart would do for her. She wanted a heart that opened and shared secrets and showed real emotions was what she wanted. "There you are"

"Listen!.... Did you hear that?"

John, lifted a leg slightly and blew off, broke smelly wind with a rip snorter. Beth stopped her approach and giggled and swished a hand about her nostrils. John was so funny, like a comedian, like a clown. She wondered if she would smile all day if she was his wife or he would make her sigh with all his love that he would give her. "You're terrible"

"But you love me?" John poked her arm and hugged her to him a few feet away from where he had left the rancid smell of his lower intestine.

"Oh yes. Oh I do"

Lips curled as Johns arm was slung with friendly abandon over her shoulder. He shouldn't encourage the kid but she was sweet and innocent and looked at him like he was a Greek god. He could take one adorable fan and give her his time. And seeing the smile that lit her face, the love: was neat. Although if she was to get too handsy he'd have to put a few feet between them but presently.. presently she was just a kid, a star struck kid grinning like a loon at her hero. Who wouldn't want to put up with that.