The Nearest To My Heart -John Lennon Fan Fiction - Paul McCartney Fan Fiction - Beatles Fan Fiction

Chapter Thirteen - Love With the Proper Beatle

After the lights dimmed, John and Charlie settled into their seats in the balcony section of the movie theater. There were only a handful of people at the matinee showing. In the darkness, John's feeling of anonymity and his sense of security grew.

He wrapped his arm affectionately around her shoulder rubbed Charlie's arm.

She leaned against him and laid her head on his shoulder.

John glanced at the theater screen. He wasn't interested in the movie Charlie picked. It was the same film that, Cynthia had been trying to get him to take her to for ages. He'd begged off from seeing it with her countless times.

He whispered into her ear. "You look good."

Charlie laughed softly. She tilted her head back on John's shoulder and looked into his eyes. "It's dark. How can you tell?"

"I've only been looking at you the entire time we've been together today." John pressed his lips against Charlie's in a firm kiss, moving his mouth confidently against hers. He pulled back, trying to figure out how she felt about his words, most birds would be flattered, but Charlie wasn't most birds. 

She slipped her hands onto the sides of his face, 

John sighed, releasing a breath that he hadn't been aware that he was holding. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, Tilly."

She smiled, gently pulling John in for another kiss, Charlie wasn't above being flattered by a compliment on her looks. 

He mumbled against Charlie's warm and inviting mouth. "I think you're fit. Right, fit."  

Charlie didn't want to talk, not when kissing John felt so good. She sucked and nibbled on his bottom lip. 

John shudders in pleasure.

She slipped a hand onto the back of his neck, gently caressing the skin and occasionally slipping her fingers into the strands of John's hair to play with them. She opened her mouth.

John wasted no time sliding his tongue between her lips.

She pulled back.

"Why did you stop?" He looked confused and frustrated.

Charlie smirked. "I thought we were here to watch the movie." She replied flirtatiously.

"I'd rather watch you." John wiggled his eyebrows.

She laughed. "I don't want to be the main attraction."

He took a look around the empty balcony section they were seated in and then briefly looked at the handful of moviegoers seated below them. "Nobody is paying attention to us. It's just you and I." John chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What's so funny?"

He smiled. "I can't remember the last time I've been able to do something like this,"

She raised her eyebrow. "Necking in a movie theater?"

He shook his head. "Not that. Just being able to go out and not be hassled. It's nice to be able to go out, and no one looks twice at me. I don't have enough days like this and it's even better with you, Tilly." 

John's words made Charlie uncomfortable. She knew from the way the teenage girls screamed and cried at The Beatles Christmas shows that any one of them would've been beside themselves that John Lennon was interested in them. It made Charlie feel anxious. 

She didn't have any plans for this to be anything more than what it was between the two of them, a bit of fun while The Debutantes were in London. She pressed her mouth against his, attempting to stop the conversation from going further.