All In Good Time - A Time Travel Beatles Fanfiction

Track 13 - In Dreams You're Mine

"You look lovely tonight. You look happy," Paul said, leaning against the railing, his back to the ocean. They were alone on the hotel terrace in the moonlight, drinking from a chilled bottle of Liebfraumilch. He stood there smiling at her, not touching her but within easy touching distance.

"I'm on holiday now. I can relax. Mission accomplished." Lainey tilted her face to the chill salty wind blowing off the ocean. It was true, after talking to John today, it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart and mind.

The concert had ended an hour ago, the last Beatles concert Lainey ever expected to see, and it had been her favorite of all of them. The Beatles were relaxed and happy, the crowd was deafening and exuberant as usual, and Lainey and Maureen had laughed and danced backstage and entertained themselves between sets as the songs and the moments flew by.

Lainey had taught Maureen "High Five!" and the two of them had held up their hands with glee to be clapped by four puzzled Beatles as they sprinted offstage at the end of the show.

"What's this high five?" Maureen had asked in her adorable Northern accent.

"It's a basketball thing," Lainey explained. But it won't be invented for a few more decades, she didn't add. And now she could pencil in laughing and clowning with Maureen to the list of things she was going to miss about 1963.

Paul reached over and brushed Lainey's wind-tangled hair out of her face. This close to the sea, her hair had become a mass of salty curls. "But my mission isn't accomplished, you know. I still want to keep you here."

Her heart jumped at his words, and she had to remind herself not to get carried away. This night was ideal for romance—the moonlight, surf pounding, gorgeous man holding a bottle of German wine—but she'd soon be gone forever and Paul would be practicing his charms on the next girl. A last night of fun with him was all he was offering. Then again, after a week of teasing and flirting with each other and her departure now imminent, a night of fun was sounding better all the time.

The wind pulled at their clothes and hair as they considered each other in the moonlight. "Are you just in this for the novelty of it?" Lainey asked.

"Aren't you?"

Well. He had her there. She smiled. "So I guess the question is, where do we want to take this?"

"Your room sounds pretty good to me. Or mine." With his hand still in her hair, he captured one of her dark brown curls and twirled it around his finger.

"I don't typically do this sort of thing." She almost laughed as soon as the words left her lips. Truer words were never spoken. She didn't typically go back in time fifty years and sleep with someone who was destined to become one of the most famous faces in the world.

"I won't tell if you won't." He brought the curl to his mouth, brushing the softness across his lower lip.

And damn. Could he be any sexier? There was no way in hell she would be able to resist him if he kept this up. She needed a drink.

She took the bottle of wine from his other hand and slid further along the rail, taking her curl with her.

"Except...I barely know you. Other than what I've read on the internet, and you know what they say about the internet....or maybe you don't."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you saying you want to get to know me better?"

"For a start."

He closed the distance between them, leaning a hip against the rail and resting his hand on her lower back. "Ask me anything."

Lainey briefly closed her eyes against the dizziness. He smelled so good. She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a fortifying drink. "What's your favorite thing to do on a first date."