If I Fell

~22~

You Can't Do That in the road

Missi Mini stayed home that day, safe in her nice warm garage. Paul's chauffeured black shiny Rolls Royce looking motor pulled to the kerb out front of Jim's instead.

Paul pushed my mouth closed and opened the door to the back seat. I stepped back to Jim, who was hovering to say goodbye and also on the lookout for apparently pesky Beatle fans. I gave him a hug goodbye.

"Should be at St Johns Wood in 45 minutes, Paul" the chauffeur offered up.

"Oi, Mal mate this is Abby" Paul had sat forward on the seat and Mal nodded to me in the rear mirror. "Mals our all round roustabout"

"Pleasure.... Knife sales have been up so I brought the Rolls for his royal highness" Mal nodded toward Paul chuckling and I frowned, another person who knew I was a fool, how wonderful. 

Paul smiled tiredly and fell back beside me in the seat, grabbing his bottom lip with his teeth lightly he then waved manically at Mal, hit a button, and the privacy window slid silently up.

"That's better"

"No, it's not really" I looked around for a button on my side of the vehicle, I couldn't see one.

"Look Abb I'm getting rather irritated at all this, ummm, tension"

"I'm getting rather irritated by you so fairs, fair I guess" I retorted quickly smiling at Paul as I did so.

"How are we going to do this, you know for dad's sake and your sexual pleasure" Paul snorted at his very unfunny joke. I did what a good strong northern girl would do gave it back to him.

"Well anything for your dad but I don't think you have a snowballs chance of fulfilling my sexual pleasures" I giggled and Paul soft punched my shoulder, grimacing at his takedown.

"You're ok, you know" Paul flashed a megawatt grin at me, and brought me in for a hug. Paul McCartney is hugging me!

"Truly what am I going to do, how do I make you un-Beatle celebrity crush and brother- sister material" I mused as I stared at the streets streaking by quickly.

"We could just do it" Paul held a hand out "See if it fits and all that"

"You're a really bad tease" I tease back yet again, silently shaking in my boots as I do, but I will retort back nonetheless "Now?"

I smiled as alluringly as I could, starting to remove my cardigan off one shoulder and Paul's face dropped, fear setting in, if he could have, he would have been scurrying out the door onto the roadway the car swept over "Well I see I turn you on, NOT!"

"Abigail!" Paul was reddening at the thought and consequences, I had to laugh at his pain. I was held in a head lock for the rest of the journey, my hair being tousled and fluffed about.

We were so engrossed in grossing each other with nasty asides we hadn't noticed the car stop and park, the door was cranked open at a disturbing sped and John jumped just as quickly in, uninvited.

"Well isn't this pleasant, I see Paul is already annoying the crap out of you, Abbs. Like he does me" John heckled and tore Pauls arm from my shoulder, pushed Paul all the way to the other side of the car too. I was now in a tender embrace with John's arms slung around me lovingly, a quick kiss on the cheek was dispensed.

I tensed as his lips hit my cheek and sat rigid.

"I wouldn't do that John" Paul watched the scene and smirked dangerously at me "Our Abbs is in a quagmire of fan girl unrequited sexual tension" John slowly lowered his gaze to mine and smiled hungrily but in a John joking way, his eyes levelling me with their intensity. I didn't feel like joking or recoiling in embarassment, so I put a hand on his thigh and Paul cracked.