All In Good Time - A Time Travel Beatles Fanfiction

Track 31 - I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm

All Lainey wanted to do was to fade back into blissful slumberland, nestled against the warm body next to her. If only that warm body would stop jostling her and rubbing her arm and pestering her with words. That insistent Scouse voice at the edge of her dreams, trying to drag her into wakefulness.

"Lainey! Do you hear that, love? Do you hear that song?"

Lainey mumbled something incoherent and screwed her eyes tightly closed.

"I hear a guitar," Paul said, sounding far too awake.

"Mm. It'll stop in a minute."

"What is that? Is it your phone?"

"Ssh. It's the middle of the night." Her head flopped onto the pillow as Paul shifted away from her to grab his watch from the nightstand.

Finally the phone stopped ringing.

"It's afternoon in England," Paul said. He sounded wide awake and raring to go. "Let's go make some tea and toast."

"Tempting, but no," Lainey murmured, without opening her eyes. She snuggled her face into his shoulder just as her ringtone started to play again. "You're so comfy."

"What's that song?" Paul asked.

"It's a bootleg of Jimi Hendrix playing Sgt Pepper," she said, starting to wonder who was trying to reach her so urgently when the sun was barely up.

"It's what?"

"Never mind."

Paul shifted slightly and kissed the top of her head. "It makes me want to write something. Did you keep your guitar the way I left it last year?"

Lainey smiled softly at the memory of Paul restringing her acoustic guitar so he could play it left-handed. She'd passed it dozens of times in the past few weeks, remembering the lovely sounds he'd coaxed out of her guitar, and she couldn't bring herself to change the strings.

"Everything is just the way you left it two weeks ago."

He chuckled and kissed her hair again. "Good girl. Answer your phone while I go put the kettle on."

The phone stopped ringing. Lainey rolled onto her back, finally opening her eyes and looking at him. "How in the hell do you look that sexy first thing in the morning?"

He laughed. "What do you mean?"

She stretched and yawned, then peered at him and waved her hand in a circle in front of his head. "You've got that movie star stubble thing going on and your hair is all tousled and saying 'play with me Lainey, you know you want to.' It's ridiculous."

He leaned down and chuckled next to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You look pretty sexy yourself," he murmured, breathing her in. "And you smell like my sleepy warm girlfriend," he added, and nibbled on her ear lobe.

"You melt me when you do that." Lainey curled her fingers into his hair and twisted her legs around his with a little moan. A moan that turned into a groan of frustration when her ringtone sounded yet again.

Paul rolled away, untangling himself from her arms and legs. "You'd better get that. Seems important." He swung his legs onto the floor, found her purse and tossed it on the bed. "I'll put the kettle on."

Lainey sat up in order to have the best view of him walking out of her bedroom, stark naked, whistling along to her Sgt Pepper ringtone.

It was Lainey's mother on the phone. Of course it was. Such a cock block.

"Hi Mom. It's awfully early."

"Have you been watching the news?" her mother began, without preamble. "The hurricane in the Bahamas is turning into a monster of a storm and it's coming this way."