Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Rebel Cause

A/N: beatles leaving for World Tour June 1964. Video is silent unfortunately but has Mimi boarding later. Note the BOAC signage and what song was that from? Answer in 3..2...1... go!

Early June '64

"Please you don't mean what you're saying John" Louie was on her knees. Any other day John would enjoy the fact, encourage the proximity to his loins, perhaps even tangle a hand in her hair and 'help!' Louise.

He laughed and she scowled like the devil instead.

"Lou it's done. The Europe- Australia tour starts in a week, you bunk with her and that's the end of it. The image you know" Tugging off his pale blue button up shirt, tossing it blindly in the direction of the laundry basket John smiled down at her. It wouldn't be that bad he surmised. He pulled his trousers off, everything seemed to be dried sweat nowadays, you wouldn't think preforming would do that to ya but it did, bright lights, strumming strings .... all hard work that.

"Screw the image Lennon" Lou bounced up off the floor, not at all happy with the stupid, totally insipid arrangements. At first, she thought he was baiting her, you know Johns humour, tease Louise it will be fun.

No this was real, this was like a nightmare about to come true.

She couldn't do it, wouldn't do it.

Stuff the consequences Lou thought, foot down, make a point, rebel against the 'institution'. Tell them all that she was having none of it, it just wasn't on, no to the exclusions, none of this separate rooms shite, no - none of the pushed aside shit that had beseeched her since day one.

Change of tack.

"Awww Johnny" Lou pouted sidling up to an extremely under clad John. His 'John Thomas' had already been at half-mast when Lou was on her knees in that compromising position moments before. Now as her fingers crawled his chest, one hand finding his nape tangling gently in the long hair on his neck. The other curling over that compromised member that always shouted for her attention.

Good or bad she would give it her best touch, the one where she was light, fluid and all encompassing.

John groaned as she let her tongue lick over her bottom lip.

Like a devil child, she would take carnal sin and use it against him.

Sung by Eric Idle in Monty Python. The Meaning of Life (1983): ' Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis / Isn't it frightfully good to have-it-on / It's swell to have a stiffy / It's divine to own a dick / From the tiniest little tadger to the world's biggest prick / So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas / Hooray for your one-eyed-trouser-snake / Your piece of pork , your wife's-best-friend , your passing or your cock / You can wrap it up in ribbons, you can stuff it in your sock / But don't take-it out in public or they'll stick you in the dock and you won't come back .'

He let her.

Hey, only human right.

"You still bunk with Mimi" Quickly shutting the bathroom door before the ashtray hit, John barked a laugh out as he grimaced in the mirror. He walked backwards, leaning on the door, yelling through his wooden safety net "You're lucky that was plastic Louise!"

He hated it too.

But the fans, Brian had said. The little kids would be upset if their idol, their god, me- haha I'm a fucking god, I am. A god with a slight concave chest, a bit of flab on the gut from too many Tahitian potatoes and maybe a few more than the correct number of pieces of fried bread with breakfast.

Bugger, it's all Louise's fault.

She does know how to give me a thorough workout though.

John hummed as he showered, every now and then Lou's swearing filtering through and under the door that protected him.

Splashing a few drops of aftershave in his hand he imagined them tears then after splashing some more he imagined them Louise's tears. It wasn't right but that was how the bed was made and if she wanted to come along she would have to work with him to find another way to have a bit of slap and tickle time to themselves.

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4th June '64

"Well bye then" Louise stood at the front door, it was for the best wasn't it. How could she stay confined in a room with Mimi. She was nice an' all but so was her Ma and she didn't want to bunk with her either now, did she.

"Remember this was your idea. You can't go on a rampage just because I'm on the other side of the pond" John gently tucked a strand of hair behind Lou's ear and the spectators by the gate sighed, he was saying goodbye here on the doorstep and Lou couldn't make a scene, well she could, and possibly would, but he had to have a crack at escaping the easy way didn't he.

"Hurry up Romeo" Paul tossed from the back seat.

George had already been by and given Evie as smacking big kiss, Lou a smaller polite peck on the cheek - goodbye.

John had grumbled at her to change her thick head but knowing Louise like he did, he knew that she was a train on a track- good or bad, she would not hop the rails.

"John, I swear if I have to sit next to Mal and listen to his snoring all the way, because your dilly dallying, I'll hobble ya" Paul grimaced at the thought then, as he went to wind the Austin Princess's back window up, he paused "Bye Louie, I'll bring you back a pressy"

Lou rolled her eyes, Paul would likely forget, he always promised things but the most she ever got was a bag of dirty laundry with gum wrappers and suspicious stains throughout.

"Well that's it then" John would miss her but then again it was like a small holiday from the marriage too, wasn't it.

Couldn't tell that to Lou though.

"Have fun" Louise kissed him like he was off to the western front and let her fingers fleetingly touch his cheek once more "No really John, have fun, not too much mind you but enjoy the time out. I know how riled you get in those rooms"

Cautious to her emotions, he held Lou's shoulder gently and met her gaze "I'll not ring and rub salt ok" he probably would blow off a bit of steam, it had been ages since he'd had a proper knees up with the lads and now, the next few weeks, there was ample opportunity for it.. "I'll -"

"It's ok John.... Go on, Paul's having a cow- McUdder- don't tell him I said that - I want a pressy" Lou pushed him away toward Australia. Well not Australia as such just toward the curb, then he'd be on his way to Australia once he hopped on the plane. So yes, towards Australia.

For better or worse this was her decision.

She knew her descision not to go made him somewhat happy. The prospect of a break from the binds of their matrimony and she understood he would fool about but she tried to make peace with the fact, that whatever she did to him, for him he always smiled and said I love you to her, every night, every phone call.

It had to mean something.

Didn't it?