And I Love Her (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 8

The past three days have been amazing for me. Even better, we were safe with the boys always near us. No signs of anything bad and hopefully not ever. I have been to many museums, including the Louvre art museum, and eaten at the Eiffel just about every night, and it doesn't get boring to me at all. Today had been tiring, considering we have walked all day, exploring every bit of Paris possible for one day. He also told me that we were only spending a week in Paris because he has somewhere else to take me. I was kind of bummed about it but I'm still anxious.
"It's cold out here. I didn't expect it to be so cold after today was so hot." Paul says, pulling his coat tighter around his arms, while I am in a short sleeved dress that goes to my knees, my coat draped over my arm, enjoying the cold to cool off my body which is in the middle of a hot flash.
"Ah, quit complaining, it feels good out here." I wave off his complaints playfully as we near the hotel, dreading the soon-coming warmth of the lobby to make me warmer. He nudges my arm slightly but smiles.
"Seriously how are you not cold?"
"You would not believe how insane these hot flashes get."
"By now I need a hot flash."
"No you don't. I'm too hot." The hotel doors open in front of us and immediate warmth overcomes both of us, and I groan in frustration.
"Good Lord, it's hot in here."
"No, it feels good." Paul takes off his coat as we get into the already-open elevator. He pushes the 24 button and the doors close immediately. He takes this time to grab my arm and pull my mouth to his. His hands slide down my sides and tighten around my waist, lifting me up. I wrap my own legs around his torso as the doors open to the 24th floor. The doors slide open and Paul carries me out.
He disconnects the kiss to unlock the door, still holding me. He pushes the door open, throws the key on the little table by the door, and closes the door with his foot.
(Sexual content from here until next notification. Skip past if you do not prefer this)
He carries me back to the secluded bedroom and lays me down on the bed gently. He kisses me feverishly and slips a hand under my dress, stroking my thigh and hip. Paul situates himself between my legs, meaning they are spreading apart further and further. His hand slips up my dress even more until it is resting at the hem of my bra. The rest of the dress has slipped up and is now revealing my spandex. Paul's hand retreats down to the waistband of the spandex and he pulls them off my ankles while I slide the jacket sleeves off his arms.
Paul's lips trail down my jaw to my collarbone and chest. He pulls the straps of my dress down off my shoulders and trails every kiss across my chest. I reach back and untie the bow at the back of the dress so it loosens and I pull it down and off my legs. I work on the buttons of his shirt while he finds the sweet spot on my neck and attacks it. Once his shirt is fully off he works on his jeans and my bra at the same time. Once my bra is off, I help him with the super tight skinny jeans which are a pain. They end up coming off with his boxers.
Paul hovers over me, staring into my eyes, with only the fabric of my panties to keep him from going into me. Mini Paul has already grown.
"Do you want to do this?"
I nod and he suddenly grinds against me. I moan softly and he kisses my ear gently. His hands start at my shoulders and slowly trail down my sides and stop at the waistband of my panties. His index fingers hook under the waistband and he slowly pulls them off my legs. He comes back up to face me, the doe eyes gleaming.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
Paul nods and positions himself in front of me. He grabs my sides and strokes my stomach with his thumbs.
"Ready?"
I nod.
He slowly pushes into me and gives me a few seconds to adjust. Shaky breaths from both of us fill the room and I nod for him to start thrusting. As if reading my mind, he starts slow until I can adjust more. It is painful for the first few thrusts, but that soon changes as he starts to hit the sweet spot that makes my eyes shut abruptly. I grab his hand and squeeze it tighter to let him know that he can go faster. He takes the hint and goes slightly faster, meaning he is reaching his climax faster.
"Casady, I'm close." He says breathlessly. I moan as he reaches it but keeps going until I reach mine.
I soon reach it and he collapses beside me and wraps me in his arms.
(Safe and innocent from here on)
"I only agreed to do that because I love you, Paul."
"I know and I love you too. I wouldn't leave you for anything. Or anyone for that matter."
"I wouldn't leave you for the world. I promise."
"I wouldn't leave you for the world. I promise." He kisses my hair and nuzzles his face in my neck and I feel his long eyelashes fluttering against me, meaning he is near sleep. I start to drift off and next I know I am in deep slumber.
The next morning I woke up feeling energized. As if last night's events put more energy in me than took out. Paul isn't beside me but I hear shuffling and music in the main area. I throw on some random but new clothes, jeans, black t-shirt, new undergarments, and brush through my hair quickly. When I step out of the bedroom, Paul is sitting on the couch with a guitar in his lap and a notebook and pen on the table in front of him.
"Watcha workin' on?" Apparently my voice startled him because he jumped and snapped his head up to look at me.
"Shit, you scared me." He is in skinny jeans similar to last night's but the others are still in a pile on the floor. He also has a white button up shirt that is completely unbuttoned, showing off his chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bunch of breakfast food set out on the table and counters.
"Sorry, I thought you would've heard me." I wrap my arms around his shoulders from behind as he keeps strumming random strings on the guitar.
"That's okay I didn't start eating yet but room service came about 10 minutes ago."
"You didn't have to wait."
"Yes I did."
"No you didn't."
After a bunch of sarcastic 'Yes I did's and 'No you didn't's Paul finally moved the guitar and rested it on the armchair of the couch. Without warning, he pulls on one of my arms and I tumble onto his lap where he starts to tickle my sides.
"Paul... st....op!" I laugh and squeal like a little child. Paul manages to keep his hold on me while I wiggle and squirm, eventually falling off onto the floor. Paul falls with me.
I squirm out of his grip and run behind the kitchen island. He runs to the other side and I pick up a random pan that was laying on the stove and hold it up in defence.
"You wouldn't do it." He laughs and I twist it in my hands.
"I would actually, but I love you so I won't. Truce?" I lower the pan.
"Fine, truce." I put it down completely and shake his held out hand.
"Can we go eat?" I plead.
"Fine, come on." I grab his hand and we both walk to the dining room table by the huge windows, which the sun is shining through to illuminate the whole room.
On the table is cream cheese cinnamon rolls, eggs, bacon, various kinds of fruit, chocolate croissants with icing draped in lines across them. There is also fresh-squeezed orange juice and cappuccino coffee. I sit on one side while Paul sits at the other side.
"Enjoy, love!" Paul says and rubs his hand together, staring at me then the food.
"Oh, I will." I stare back at the food and we both start taking random things from this plate and more things from that bowl and such. There was a big bowl of huge oranges that I took one out of.
Throughout breakfast, we talked and laughed, and I almost had to give Paul the Heimlich maneuver because he chokes from laughing so hard. He eventually coughed and was able to breathe after spitting the cantaloupe back out.
"Think fast!" I took my still-unpeeled orange and threw it gently at him for the first shot. He put his hands up but didn't come near catching it.
"Its on, Mason!" He picked up a boiled egg and threw it at me, breaking into gel-like pieces everywhere.
"WAIT! We have to get armed with things that will not make a huge mess like liquids or anything."
"Alright, truce until we arm ourselves." He puts his hands up in innocence and we start to pile our hands and arms with the fruit, bacon, boiled eggs, and plain cinnamon rolls that have no icing.
"Get into a spot with cover. I'll do the same." Paul says and runs behind the chair. I duck behind the counter and assort things out onto a line on the floor and keep some things in my hands.
"Let the battle commence, McCartney!" I yell and stand up straight. He does the same and we both throw something at the same time. He throws a cinnamon roll while I throw one of eight oranges. The cinnamon roll hits me in the shoulder and the orange hits him in the chest. Since the orange is heavier, it has a harder impact on him and he stumbles back into the couch.
"Shot number one!" I gather the rest of the oranges and a few strawberry handfuls for smaller ammunition. I speed over to him, throwing the strawberries along the way to keep him down. He throws strawberries as well but I either dodge or ignore them. After running out of strawberries, I proceed to throw all the oranges at once, making him drop everything and I pounce onto him.
"Another victory, James."
"Don't call me that Ady."
"DONT CALL ME ADY!" I yell and slightly kick him in the shin.
"Guess what?"
"What James?"
"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT. MASON!!" He shoves an unknown cinnamon roll into my face and smushes it around my face, pushing me off of him. He pounces on top of my body, which is now on the ground.
"You cannot win with James Paul McCartney."
"You went by your full name."
"I know." He kisses me with my hands above my head. "I only use my full name when the victory is massive."
"Fine, whatever. Truce?"
"Truce." He shakes my hand and climbs off of me. He holds his hand out to help me up and I gladly take it to pull myself up. I go to the kitchen for wipe off my face when the phone rings, and Paul is the first to get it.
"Hello? ... Yeah, we're still in Paris.... what's going on?" A look of worry washes over his face. "Oh God, are they okay?" Worry comes to my face now. "Yeah, it might take a day or so but we can get back as soon as we can... okay thanks, bye." He puts the phone back in its cradle and turns to me.
"Ringo and Mo were in an accident and they're both in the hospital. We gotta go really soon." I furrow my eyebrows but nod. "Dont worry, Casady. We have the rest of the month off and we are going to the next place soon."
"Paul, what is the next place?"
"Alright, fine. We are going to Rome."
"Italy?!"
"Yeah."
"I love Italy! I can't wait." I flung my arms around him and kissed him.
"I need to get a hold of Roger and Asher. You can go do whatever because we are gonna leave tomorrow morning and get back to Liverpool around afternoon."
"Okay!" I kissed him once more and turned to go back to the bedroom as Paul picked the phone back up before he disappeared from sight behind the wall. My worry for Ringo and Mo was rising along with the excitement of coming back to Europe. The worry obviously overcomes as I manage to neatly fold stuff into my suitcase. Paul strolls in a few minutes later while I am in the bathroom. He meant see me so I sneak out when he walks past the door.
"Casady? Where are you?" He calls out and walks past the bed. At the right timing, I jump onto his back and ling to him like a child.
"I'm right here!" He jumps and falls to the floor with me on top of him.
"Did I scare you?"
"Is my heart still beating?" I put my two fingers on his neck and my other hand on his chest.
"Very quickly."
"Then yes. I thought it stopped." He chuckles and lays his head back then lifts it back up to look at me. "You're stealthy."
"I know. Would that be considered a gift?"
"Yeah, sure. Get off me, I need to pack up and I'm taking you one more place before we leave. Roger is flying out tonight with Alayna so she can get into her new flat tonight and Asher is flying out tomorrow night after Julianne finishes her last college class."
"Okay. Have I already been to this place so far?"
"Yes, actually. But there's another surprise that I just arranged, so lay out your best dress."
"Are we going anywhere else before tonight?"
"Yes, actually. Today can be jeans and a shirt but we are coming back before we leave again."
"Good enough for me."
"Great. Can I get up now?"
"Oh yeah, sure." I smile sheepishly and climb off him. He gets up after me and notices all my stuff packed.
"Get the best dress out. We are going back to the Eiffel but it's something even more special than the past three nights."
"'Kay." I skip over to my suitcase and pull out my favorite dress- a royal blue, long, flowy dress with two thin whites stripes going all the way down the bodice and white chiffon covering the royal blue satin skirt. The dress has a royal blue lace long sleeve on the right side and is strapless on the other side. With it I decide on white strap sandals and let my blonde hair flow freely down my back and shoulders.
After I pit the dress and shoes on, brush through my straight hair and put on the tiniest bit of makeup, I go to the main area and sit on the couch with a book in hand to read until Paul finishes. 10 minutes later, he comes back out wearing an expensive suit with a bow tie instead of a regular tie, his hair neat as always, and wearing the natural Beatle Boots.
"Ready to go Madame?" He holds a hand out.
"Yes I am, Monsieur." I take it and he pulls me up and we walk out the door together.