// request for @LilMissTrekkie //
Paul had been at the studio all day and you decided to stay in due to the heavy rain falling outside.
Boredom had gotten the best of you as you began to gently tap the notes on the piano in the front room, which Paul normally wouldn't approve of.
He was scared you were going to mess up his beloved piano.
You had been playing a simple melody you made up for a few minutes when you heard the front door open.
"Love? What are you up to?"
Paul said as he came into the room, finding you sitting at the piano.
"Just bored, that's all. Won't you teach me how to play?"
"I don't know..."
"Please, Paulie...I really want to learn."
"Oh, fine. Just a little bit though, all right?"
"All right, Paulie."
"Play a chord for me, love."
The chord you played was displeasing to Paul's well-trained ear.
"Oh, that's, uh, quite interesting, you know. Here, let me show you."
Paul pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around yours and showed you how to play a simple melody, guiding your fingers with his.
"Good job, love."
Paul said, kissing your cheek as you played the melody correctly.
"I want to learn something else."
You stated.
"Like what?"
"All my loving."
"That's a fast paced song, love."
"Can you teach it to me like a ballad?"
Paul begins to play, figuring out what to teach you as you slid off of his lap.
It takes him a minute, but finally he begins to show you what he came up with.
As you play, you see Paul's face twist in displeasure.
"It's bad, isn't it?"
"Not that bad, love..."
"I know you're lying."
"Well, come here."
Paul pulled you into his lap once more and guided your hands along the keys as he taught you the proper notes, slowly but surely.
"Play it by yourself now, love."
Paul whispered in your ear as his hands slid down your body.
After an hour of practice, you finally had the song where it was recognizable, which was surprising considering Paul had been touching you like mad throughout your playing.
"You've been distracting me, you know."
You said, turning around to face Paul, still in his lap.
Paul placed a kiss on your lips, pulling you closer to him.
"I thought teachers weren't supposed to fraternize with their students..."
You whisper against his lips.
"Just call me Mr. McCartney then, love."
Paul whispered back, pulling you into a deeper kiss.
"Let's go to the bedroom, yeah?"
Paul asked you.
"Of course, Mr. McCartney."
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maybe there will be a part two...who knows
hope you all enjoyed
xx
mccartneytwo
