And He Loves You: Beatles One shots and imagines

My Shampoo- Mccartney

     
    You woke up next to your beautiful husband Paul, his boyish face looking peaceful in the early morning sunlight streaming through your curtains. You hugged his slender frame and pulled yourself as close to him as you could manage. Taking in a deep breath you where overwhelmed by his scent, cigarettes, cologne, and something else... something new, peaches maybe?

  He groaned sleepily and wrapped his arms around you, planting soft kisses on your neck. "G'morning love," he sighed keeping his arms tight around your waist, "Morning Paul, you smell differently than usual," at this he pulled away from you looking concerned and said, "What do I need to shower?" You giggled at him, "No dummy, not bad, just different,"

  "Well okay then, I can live with different, I doubt anybody will notice," "Not even John?"
"Nope, not even John," he laughed pulling you close again. You kissed his soft pink lips and said, " I think I'm gonna get in the shower Macca,"  "May I join you then?" You smirked at him and said, " Nope, I'm hungry, you Paulie, get to make breakfast," he looked at you, mouth agape and eyes a little wide, yet still smiling, he hadn't expected that.

   "Well alright love, if you insist," "Which I do," you replied as you pulled yourself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. You turned on the water, and let it run hot and steam up the bathroom as you brushed your teeth and shaved your legs. You got into the shower and let the hot water run down your back. You reached for the shampoo and put it into your hair, it was nice, smelled like peaches, "WAiT a minute!" You shouted aloud, Paul had used your shampoo! The little prick had his own!

  You finished up your shower, put a robe on, and a towel in your hair, then ran downstairs holding your shampoo. Paul looked at you with an innocent smile, pancakes where sitting on the counter, one more on the stove, and coffee was brewing, "James Paul McCartney, you used my shampoo!" You shouted in an equally annoyed and amused voice.

  He smiled at you and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about princess," you went the rest of the way down the stairs and sat on the counter next to him. "Yes you absolutely do Macca," you smirked, narrowing your eyes at him. He put the last pancake in its place, walked towards you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, so that you where straddling him, noticing your obvious lack of underwear.

    "What are you gonna do about it if I do?" He asked, his eyes meeting your eyes with a mischievous glint. You smirked at him, running your hands through his chocolate brown hair and said, "I'll leave for work early," his eyes went from lustful to shocked, "You wouldn't!" he whined, "You couldn't just leave me like this!" He said referring to his problem that you had most obviously caused. You smiled and kissed him on the lips. "You'll have to wait I 'spose," then hopped of the counter and went upstairs.