Please Please Me * McLennon * DISCONTINUED

ten (part two)

Paul grins and closes his eyes softly, his long lashes brushing on his cheeks. "Don't think i didn't see that little thing yer did to 'im. Tellin' 'im to keep his eyes up. Protective are we, Johnny Boy?" He giggles, obviously teasing me.

"Pfftt...no." i grunt sarcastically. "I was only doing it for George's sake."

"Yeah, yeah. What ever yer say. Yer just didn't want to share yer candy." He chuckles, his eyes still closed. Only now, when we lay facing eachother, do i noticed the light bags under his dark eyes, and his breathing was becoming even and rhythmic.

"Yer should sleep." I mutter, and his eyes flicker open stubbornly with a frown.

"'m not tired."

"Yes yer are. I can tell." I smile and he huffs, pouting and closing his eyes again.

"I wanna spend time with yer though." He sighs drowsily.

"Yer nap while i make dinner." I order.

"What are we havin'?" He asks, his voice already full of sleep.

"Chips and sasuages."

"I'll just have chips." He sighs, bunching the sheets in his hands boredly.

"Aren't yer hungry?" I frown.

"I am, but i don't eat meat." He yawns, his pink lips parting softly.

Closing his eyes yet again, he finally seems to start to drift off.

"Chips and salad it is then." I say before he goes to sleep as i carefully stand and head for the door. I see his head of neat hair nod as i close the door and head back into the kitchen.

Ringo immediately pounces on me. "Yer didn't tell me 'e was a spunk!" He whisper-screams in my ear so none of the other cops can hear. For living in a homophobic world, we sure were very gay. I shrug him off and grin, slowly starting to make dinner.

"Don't get any ideas, Richard." I scowl playfully, knowing it annoyed him when i used his name.

"I'll try not to." He grins and i send him a warning glare. "But i'd be happy to swap yer."

"What? For George? No way, mate." I laugh, pulling out items from the fridge and placing them on the bench top.

"Why not?" He says playfully, but we both know he wouldn't give up George for anything. Even if he was still adament that they 'weren't an item'.

"Because Paul's prettier." I smirk, looking at Ringo smugly, and the blue-eyed lad rolls his eyes with a cheeky grin.

I have to admit, i wasn't the best cook. Not by a mile. But i would try my hardest not to poison me and Paul. It wasn't too hard of a task. But knowing me, i'd take me forever to make it as perfect as possible. I wasn't even half-way through making the meal when the other three cops, George, Roger and Martin, return home from their shifts. I grab George's arm before he can reach our room, and explain the whole Paul situation to him, the whole time he just smirks deviously.

"No funny business though, Harrison." I order like a parent to a troublesome child. He nods and crosses his heart, but i doubt he'd keep his promise.

"Can i get a look? I wanna know what 'e looks like!" He whispers excitedly as he creeps up to the door of our room.

"No! Don't go pervin' on me date!" I whisper-scream and bat away his hand once he reaches for the door knob.

"Well i need to grab me paperwork from me desk anyroad." He defends and i raise my eyebrow, not knowing whether to believe the mischievious bastard.