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⊹ 𝟷𝟶-𝟾-𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟽 ⊹

"John," I hummed as he moved his lips across my collarbone, trying to get a grip on reality. His body moved on top of mine, and he refused to respond to me, perhaps knowing what words I would utter and how they would destroy the moment. "John," I tried to say in a more stern voice, but it ended up coming out more as a moan than anything else more commanding. He laid me back more on the couch and I knew that time was running out. If I didn't bloody stop him now, I'd never be able to stop him.

Fortunately for only the rational part of me, there was a knock on the door and he finally moved away from me. I breathed deeply as I tried to regain control of my brain. It was still bloody hazy, and I almost forgot that someone was at our door entirely.

"Something you wanted to say?" John asked me.

My mouth opened to respond, but I was interrupted by the banging on the door before I could even talk. "Seems a bit useless to tell you that Paul's gonna be here soon if he's already here now," I said sheepishly and I knew that my face turned red as I spoke because I could feel it heating up uncontrollably.

Another knock on the door. John moved, standing up and dusting himself off, then did a gesture with his hands. "I look alright?" he asked, definitely looking more put together than me.

"Ye look fine," I responded. "I'm sure I'm all bloody shook up."

Another knock. "Oi? Anybody bloody home?" Paul bellowed.

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' comin'!" John responded.

"Christ, don't worry about coming to the door! I'll come back later!"

"Shut the hell up!" John said as he went to the door to open it. Taming my hair just a bit, I stood up and went behind him. Paul was on the other side of the door and Julian was a few feet away from the porch, playing with Martha.

"Well, that was bloody quick," Paul grumbled. "Sorry it's so bloody rough, Liss."

"Was he good?" I asked Paul, completely ignoring his comments because I could have bloody cared less. "Did you have fun?"

Paul smiled and nodded. "Think he did too...and you two?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Not interested in any details."

Paul had taken Julian last night because the band was off for a few days and he claimed John and I needed a night to ourselves. John and I had—of course—jumped on the idea. I hadn't had a night away from Julian since the second week of filming Magical Mystery Tour, and it honestly seemed like a night just for ourselves could do us some good.