Hi Guys! Sorry this is so late with the posting but I went on vacation and suddenly got really busy after school ended. This is totally worth the wait though, I promise!
Thank you for all of the reviews and follows it made me feel great about this story! From now on, I'll try to post each chapter on Sundays weekly but I apologize in advance for missing a cut off.
So here is Chapter 2 of Please Please Me! Enjoy!
John came home about three hours after George dropped off the mysterious package. As much as I wanted to be alone with John, he had brought with him a friend. I shouldn't mind him bringing a friend home with him but it always seems as though he ignores me when Paul's around.
"John?" I slinked around the door frame of the living room to see him and his friend.
"Whut?" My husband continued to strum his guitar but Paul stopped.
"A package came fer ya" He stopped strumming and turned to look at me. His eyebrows narrowed in question.
"A package?" I nodded then walked down the hallway to our bedroom. I had cleaned the house before he came home and put the package on our bed. I was expecting him to come home later and find it lying there.
"Someone dropped it off for ya" I sat down on John's lap with the large package in my hands. He took it from me while I slid one arm around his neck. He lifted it and flipped the package over every which way possible before opening it. I started running my fingers through his hair absentmindedly while he opened the box.
"Who dropped it off?" Paul asked me. I looked up with surprise at him. How would John react? I just needed to keep calm and tell them who it was. Maybe they just won't notice. . . .
"One o' yer band mates, I believe. Umm, Greg, maybe?" I faked my stupidity and Paul smiled.
"That was George! Awkward fellow, ain't 'e?" I smiled and nodded.
"Wow, John!" I exclaimed as he lifted the object from the box.
"Our fust evah record, Paulie" My husband's eyes widened with happiness and awe. Paul started to laugh.
"This is awesome! Do ya think it's gonna get anywhere?" he asked John.
"Well, I 'ope so!" he responded and I bit my lip.
"John, can I ask ya sumthin'?" My husband smiled as he rubbed my thigh with the palm of his hand.
"Yes, luv" I looked down at the record's cover and caught the eyes of George on the cover. His large toothed smile made my heart skip. I would see him again. I had to.
"I" I hesitated for a moment. "I'd like tah come tah one o' yer gigs" John raised an eyebrow.
"Ya do?" I cocked my head.
"Of course! We met at one aftah all! I feel like I should be more involved, yano?" I rested my head against his forehead as he thought about it.
"C'mon, John! She's got a good point! Maria is yer wife!" John nodded.
"Alright. I guess if ya really wanna come" I smiled with my eyes closed.
"Thank you" I found John's lips with my eyes closed and kissed him fiercely. He took this as an invitation to introduce his hand to the rest of my leg under my dress.
"Umm, do you two want me tah leave?" John pulled away from me and looked at his friend. He looked from me to him as though deciding who was more important. He finally nodded at his friend but I stood up too and walked into the kitchen to start dinner.
I wrapped the apron that was hung on one of the hooks around my waist then pulled out some chicken I had defrosted that morning. I started cutting it up in pieces as I heard the front door close. I listened to John's footsteps as he walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. He stopped at the corner and put the record player on. Before I knew it, I was listening to John's voice through the speaker. His footsteps got louder until he was right behind me.
"John" I laughed as he snaked his arms over mine and started to cut the chicken for me. His face nuzzled against mine and I could feel his breathing against my back. Our forms fit perfectly with each other this way which makes me believe we really are meant for each other. So why can't I stop thinking about George? My arms went limp.
"Sumthin' wrong?" John asked blandly as he continued to use my hands to cut the chicken.
"Hmm? Nothin's wrong" John let go of my hands but grabbed my hips.
"Whadda ya say 'bout forgettin' this whole dinnah thing?" I cocked my head as I picked each piece of chicken up and put them in a bowl. John's face nuzzled into my yellow hair and breathed on the back of my neck.
"We can't just forget about suppah, John" I shook my head with a laugh. "We have to eat!"
"Well," I felt John's hand as he lifted the back of my dress up, "Why don't we take a two minute break?" I gripped the counter with my nails.
"John"
"C'mon, Maria! It's just a 'ealthy fook" I shook my head as he pulled my hips closer to his.
"But I don't want to!" I managed to stand up straight and pull my dress back down. "I just wanna make suppah right now. Maybe we can aftah, okay?" His eyes narrowed at me in anger.
"Fine" he turned around and sat at the breakfast table to watch me make supper for the two of us. He pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. When I finished, John followed me into our small dining room to eat.
"Yer not angry, right?" I asked him as I sat down beside him. He started to cut up his chicken.
"No," he shook his head then smiled at me, "I can't stay angry at ya when ya make food like this" he squeezed my left hand with his right.
"So I can come tah yer gig?" I folded my hands on the table in front of my plate and watched him. He took more food from the platters in the middle of the table.
"Yeah, but what made ya wanna come tah one so suddenly?" my throat closed. Why do I want to go so suddenly? Oh, yes. I want to see George again. I can't tell John that though. What was my excuse?
"I told ya! It's sumthin' we can do togethah! I'd like tah be more involved" I put my hand to his cheek as he swallowed the rest of his food.
"But, befohe-" I interrupted him with a thin finger to his lips. I shushed him then moved my hand to make way for my lips and tongue. John scooted closer but I stood up to make my way onto his lap. I kissed him with enough force to move a mountain while he picked me up with his hands on my butt and my legs wrapped around his waist.
We both stopped, out of breath. He set me down on the table then looked around. After shortly contemplating, he pushed all of the food and plates to the opposite side of the table. "Yer two favorite things in the same place" I smiled as we both laid down on the table; him above me.
"Yes" he started to kiss my neck while lifting my dress above my head and I, unbuttoning his shirt. We slowly and methodically went through the process that we go through almost every single night. We know each other's body enough to know what they will do next. Our naked bones constantly grazed against each other as the table creaked beneath us. John did not want to stop.
"Was that the door?" I asked, breathless. He shrugged. "John," I moaned his name. "The door!" I screeched and he finally stood up and got his pants on.
I picked up my clothes and ran down the hall into the bedroom. I slithered myself into a silk nightgown that John had bought me after putting on a pair of underwear and a bra. Lastly, I draped a purple robe around my shoulders and went into the living room. To my surprise, George was sitting on the couch.
"Oh, hullo" I said as I entered the room. I didn't know where I could sit.
"Hullo, Maria" I couldn't sit with George because I would feel awkward. I mean, I would feel more awkward. I decided to sit on the arm of John's chair. "Paulie told me 'bout the record!"
"Yeah, our own record" John said as he squeezed my thigh. George's eyes moved down to look at John's hand on my leg. I blushed then crossed my ankles.
"What're they gonna do with it now, though?" George asked, clearly pretending he had not seen John's hand.
"Try and sell it in stores" John studied the bottom of my night gown with his fingers.
"Yeah" George shifted his feet in his seat, awkwardly. "Um, did I uhh," George coughed into his hand as he watched his feet, "interrupt sumthin'?" my eyes widened. How did he know?
"No, we were just gettin' ready fer bed is all!" I answered his question and he nodded. I watched him as he looked at the clock above the window.
"Isn't it a little early?"
"Yeah, we were akshully fookin'" John bluntly got up and walked down the hallway while causing my breathing to stop.
"JOHN!" I yelled and groaned as heat rose to my cheeks. I turned to George with a hand to my forehead. I was so embarrassed. How could he just say that to him? I understand that they are friends but I would not tell my friends that! "Oh my God, I apologize fer me 'usband's behavior"
"It's alright, but uh" George looked up at the clock again with blushing cheeks, "I really should be goin'" I nodded.
"It was nice seein' ya again today!" George nodded and walked out the door. I waited to see him walk by the window to summon my husband.
"John!" I called for him again and stormed down the hallway. He was in the bedroom, changing. "Why did ya do that?"
"Do what?"
"Tell 'im we were fookin'!" John turned to look at me.
"Ya really shouldn't cuss like that" I crossed my arms.
"Ya put 'im off, John" I sat down with my legs crossed on my side of the bed.
"Why does it mattah tah you?" he looked at me for a moment then walked out of the room. I followed him into the dining room and started to clean up the mess left on the table.
"I just care what people think of me. George doesn't know me that well and I wanted tah make a good impression." I picked up as many plates as I could and handed them to John to bring into the kitchen.
"It's just George" I heard him say from the kitchen, "I wanted 'im tah leave anyway" heat rose to my cheeks from anger.
"How could you say that about one o' yer mates?" I stood in the doorway and John turned to look at me from the sink. He slowly walked over and took the plates from my hands then put them on the counter. I crossed my arms. "You would just kick one o' yer best mates out"
"Well, 'e interrupted us! I thought we could continue what we started" John placed his hands on my shoulders and got closer to me. "Ya were the one who wanted tah spend more time tagethah"
"That is not whut I meant and ya know that" I said when John's lips were an inch from mine. HIs eyes opened. I could hear the anger in his breathing while his nostrils flared. I prepared for the blow, the pain of a lasting bruise or even the screaming of his voice in my ears. What I received was none of that.
"Fine!" John growled and stormed down the hallway, "I'm going out!" I watched him pull his jacket from the hook and walk out the door. I stood at the kitchen's opening with tears in my eyes as I watched the front door slam behind my husband.
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