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20 May 1966

After what felt like non-stop travel and performances, Paul's group were taking a long awaited break.

You met with him. When he smiled, you immediately noticed the idiot went and knocked his tooth out! Well, not knocked out, but nearly half of it was chipped off.

"Your teeth!" You said.

"Hmm?"

You shot him a look.

"How did this happen?" You asked.

"Well, I was stoned, riding my moped, y'know."

"Right." You cut in.

Paul continued.

"Right...an' I looked up at the moon, y'know. Was a lovely full moon...then I was lookin' at the pavement, an' I thought holy shit, y'know. 'm gonna hit my face. An' I did y'know. Right on the pavement. An' I had to go to my cousin, she's a nurse. She patched it up-like. No anesthetic."

He seemed awful proud of that last part, puffing up his chest. A real man's man. Pain was no burden to bear.

"Dammit, man. I liked your rabbit teeth, you know." You groaned.

Paul ran his tongue over the chip.

"You can barely see't." He said

"Let me see." You said.

You leant over Paul, taking his mouth. He reciprocated. This was happening now, alright! was likely what went through his mind.

You ran your tongue over where his tooth used to be. There was a noticeable gap.

You deepened the kiss, searching the rest of his mouth. Paul moaned into it. His upper lip was a bit swollen, but it didn't seem to hurt him, so you didn't mind. The rest of his teeth were more or less how you remembered them.

You pulled away slightly, mumbling into his mouth.

"Anything else broken?"

"Jus' my pride." he said.

You reached a hand in between where your bodies were pressed together, palming him through his trousers. Paul gasped at the contact.

"All good here?" You said.

"Hmm!" He hummed in approval.

You added pressure, a firmer hand on his groin.

"Trill seeker. You're a real adrenaline junkie, McCartney." You said under your breath, grinning against his lips. "It was bound to bite you in the ass someday."

You gave a squeeze to Paul's quickly hardening shaft, Paul whined at the sensation, a touch rougher.

"Those were my sweet bunny teeth as well, you know." You said,

Paul opened his lidded eyes giving you a sly look. You could see his chipped tooth as he grinned.

"Your rabbit teeth?" He said amused.

"Yes, mine." You said firmly. You took his mouth again, biting down on his lower lip possessively.

Paul shuddered. He was seeing the humor in it, but he did like to be taken like this. It tied into his whole praise fetish, how the concerts riled him up. He liked to be desired.

You tan your tongue over it again, it would take some getting used to.

"You know, it is rather appealing on you." Your eyes bore into his, the lust behind them showing through. "Your sweet face, with your chipped tooth. The imperfection is even...sexy, I'd say. It throws you off."