dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #2: performance for the stars- p.m 🌙

1960

The night was a night of peaceful balance between space itself and the earth.

The stars had did their little show of dancing upon its people with the moon as the main centerpiece of the show.

The best seats of the show though were particularly on top of a car.

You and Paul got upfront seats of the performance and you couldn't have been more happier.

And although the show consisted of abundant twinkles and bolts from the shooting stars that made their appearance that made the show so ethereal and peaceful, there was still a show in Paul's eyes, Paul's mind.

His show in his mind reflected off of his eyes and you knew what the show was about. And it was a show that gave you chills and made your heart thump louder then your actual voice.

Paul kept leaving trails of kisses on your neck, down to your revealed back from the soft blue dress you were wearing.

You'd shiver under his soft lips. The lower he went, the more you'd go crazy in your mind.

You wanted him to keep going but you weren't ready.

You shook him off and slightly moved away from him.

Paul leaned back on his elbows and sighed heavily. "I was just kissing you." He was obviously frustrated and this made the beautiful performance in the sky less enjoyable.

"Paul, you know I'm not ready."

Paul had a straight face yet his eyebrows were telling a whole different story of anger. "I'm aware of that."

You scooted closer to him and laid a hand on his thigh in a comforting manner. "Don't be mad." You pleaded. You just wanted a romantic moment together under the sky so you could gleefully write about it in your journal right when you got back home. You weren't in the mood to argue.

"I'm not." He said. But the tone in his voice said otherwise.

He sighed once again and sat up. "I'm not. I'm sorry I acted that way. It's just- your beautiful and your beauty just- I just love you. And that seems the best way to show my love to you. But your not ready and that's fine....your fine." He said the last word as he stared at your hand on his upper thigh and it tested him.

"In other words, your a horny teenage boy." You smiled.

He chuckled and pointed a finger at you and winked. "Correct!" You both laughed.

"But cmon Y/N, your a teenager too. You must get lustful as well sometimes."

You took your hand away from his thigh and with that hand you began too play with your bouncy hair.

"Ummmm...not really too be honest-"

"Your full of it!" Paul roared. This made you giggle but it also made you turn pink almost everywhere.

He suddenly threw his hand to your neck and wrapped his hand around your throat and you were then pinned on the roof of the car.

Paul hovered over you and looked down at you with lustful eyes. His eyes growled for more then you wanted too offer...or maybe you did.

Paul was particularly handsome that night. His hair was slightly messy which gave him that disheveled rocker boy look. And he wore a white dress buttoned down shirt with a tie and black dress pants. He also had rings on that day. And although the rings were plastic junk from a gum-ball machine he got with John earlier that day, you imagined them to be metal rings instead with diamonds on top to give his hands a more mature look.

"So your saying this doesn't excite you?"

You decided to play along. You smirked. "No not one bit. Try harder."

Paul licked his two front teeth. "You are turned on aren't you? You want more huh? Well...." he got off of you and sat across from you. He sat with his legs crossed while you pulled yourself up. "Your turn first."

You gasped in a playful manner. "All I have to do is look at you and your turned on. And it seems as if I'm already looking at you." You crawled over to him slowly, keeping eye contact until you topped, your lips only inches away from him. "Your turn now."

He smashed his lips on to yours and practically slammed you down. The impact made you slightly cough but you carried on anyways.

His normal kisses he usually gave you in make-out sessions were nothing like they were at this moment.

He got sloppy, very wet and he was fighting your tongue with his. You were so taken back but there wasn't much you could do. You were hooked on these sloppy, sensual kisses.

Paul stopped and the two of you were breathing heavily.

"Y/N....are you ready?"

You bit your lip as you were unsure if you were ready.

You loved Paul very deeply. And his sensual manner was always a turn on but you wouldn't admit that up front. But this particular moment was different. Everything felt right.

Although the show in the sky was a divine show, a more lovelier one was going to be performed in about couple of minutes on top of a car if you were to say yes.

"Im ready Paul-"

"Bless the lords!" He howled. But before he could attack your neck you placed a hand on his silk touched cheek. "Paul look at the sky."

And he did. He watched, hypnotized by the captivating view.

You picked your neck up to put your mouth to his ear. "We stole the show from all those stars Paul. So let's show them the performance of a lifetime."

He snapped his head to you and smiled so big, his eyes practically fell off his face.

"Oh trust me my darling, we will!"

Later when you arrived back home, you wrote in your journal a romantic night you had with Paul, under the dancing stars. Your mother kept trying to barge in to talk to you about the story of the night with your boyfriend like you always did, but specifically tonight you couldn't let her. Your neck would tell her other stories that she wouldn't like very much.

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Hello!! Another one for the night. This one is a bit more promiscuous. Let me know if you guys would like more of those type but I'm probably going to anyways but nothing rated r. I hope you guys enjoyed! Love y'all and remember to stay strong in any hard situation you occur! Peace and love y'all 💖

-R