YES IT IS

Authors: Jenny Wren, & Lovely Rita

Starring: The Beatles and Maggie Sue

Rating: M for language, implied sex (though none of it is explicit) & implied drug use. Characters used in this story are either our creation, or are historically-based (ie, The Beatles).

Disclaimer: We don't own any of the Beatles, this obviously never happened, and is a complete work of Historical Fiction.

A/N: Hello readers! Long time no see! We have been super busy with real life and traveling. But we are writing, never fear. In the meantime we have something for you! Here is one of the last of our little stories. This one you can go ahead and consider "canon". If you recall, way back in "Yes It Is", the night Maggie Sue and John first got together (at the end of Chapter 8, we sort of "faded to black". We felt like we cheated you out of a steamy chapter in the saga of John and Maggie Sue, so here it is!

The First Time

Previously

"You know what, I think I'll go and stay at Paul's tonight. You look tired so I, uh… well, I think I'll just go…" He turned to leave, not even looking in her general direction as he made his way past her. But as he reached the living room door, a small hand wrapped around his wrist, her fingers digging into his skin lightly. John looked up, turning to Maggie as she continued to stare down at the carpet, as though she were afraid to look at him.

She didn't know why she did it; she couldn't even remember reaching out her hand. All she knew was that one minute he was leaving and then the next her fingers were wrapped tightly around his wrist in an action that seemed to speak louder then words. In that moment she knew she had made her decision. Right or wrong, she didn't care. She was leaving in the morning, and by God she wasn't going to waste one more minute with this man. So what if she was just another one of his many one night stands? For one night, she'd be the one.

Finally, looking up at him shyly, worried about what he was going to say, but knowing that she had to at least take a chance, Maggie bit her bottom lip. "Stay with me?"

The smile that was brought to his face was almost instantaneous. His lips quirked on both sides of his mouth, lighting up his face in a huge smile. Scooting closer to her, their bodies almost touching, John let out a soft laugh. "Why, you wanton little hussy." Maggie felt herself blush as she bent her eyes away. John wasn't about to let her off that easy though. Wrapping an arm around her waist, John pulled her in tightly, his hip coming to rest against hers. "You just want me for my body, don't you?" he whispered in her ear, his arms loosely remaining wrapped around her.

Maggie snorted. "Oh, please. Your body isn't that great. George is the Greek God out of the four of you."

"Oh yeah?" he said, his brow raised as he trailed his fingers up and down her back. Maggie suppressed a shiver, instead trying to muster a challenging look instead. "We'll see about that." Leaning down, John gave her a playful kiss, not meaning for it to go any further then that just yet. But at the first touch of their lips something ignited and before either of them could even think, Maggie's arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and John was pulling her closer, tilting her head back only to deepen the kiss further.

Feeling her body press flush against his, John let out a deep moan, before trying to pry himself away. Maggie clung to him though, pressing herself against him tightly so that every curve of their bodies were fit perfectly together. Tangling his fingers in her hair, John finally managed to break partially away, both of them breathing heavily as they leaned their foreheads against one another.

"There's an empty bedroom…" he trailed off, remembering her reaction the last time he had made the suggestion. Opening his eyes, he looked at her cautiously, trying his hardest to gauge her reaction to him.

Maggie was the first to pull away fully, unwrapping herself from John's body and putting a few inches between them. Looking at him for a moment, she turned slightly, walking deeper into the room. John felt his heart sink as he mentally kicked himself for moving too fast. This wasn't just a gate bird or a random fan he had screwed at the drop of a hat in the past, and while it may have been two years for him, it had only been two days for her.

Sighing gently, he opened his eyes, about to tell her that he was going to just head out to Paul's and that he would see her tomorrow. But when he looked at her, he saw her glance over her shoulder at him, a soft smile on her lips.

"Well, are you coming or not?" she asked coyly.

John's eyes widened as he watched her fingers trail down her side, lifting the hem of her shirt up and over her head slowing, peeling it from her skin and tossing it quickly back to hit him squarely in the face. John didn't even move. He just let the shirt slide to the floor as he stared at her bewilderedly. A smile broke across his face when she gave him a flirtatious look, raising her eyebrows suggestively before heading down the hall.

With boyish anticipation, John ran after her.

Maggie entered the bedroom, her heart racing, her lips swollen, and that shocking realization, that oh my God I just kissed John Lennon. Again. And now I'm only wearing a bra and a pair of jeans.

She suddenly felt quite naked.

It was one thing to decide to have a one-night stand, and quite another to actually go through with it.

She wasn't worried about getting pregnant or anything – like lots of girls her age who'd grown up in modern America, she was on the pill. And she'd actually had the presence of mind (or foresight) to take it this morning, and to stick the rest of her prescription in her bag.

She wasn't worried about getting an STD either. Aside from the fact that she knew there was a drawer full of condoms next to the bed (trust Paul to take care of that), she also knew that all the Beatles had been fastidious about preventing STDs after their first few miserable weeks in Hamburg years ago.

Her scientific mind, always so logical, had already processed all that, but it had failed to consider one thing: performance anxiety, otherwise known as nerves.

What if she was crap?

John was a Beatle for goodness sakes! And who knew how many women he'd been with – and that wasn't even counting all the skilled prostitutes from his Hamburg days.

What could she possibly offer him that he couldn't get just by whistling out his front door?

And then it was too late. John walked in the room, a large grin splitting his face, and a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"You know, I think I'm quite fond of the trousers you've worn on both your trips to visit us." John's voice teased while it disarmed, and Maggie Sue felt all her worries wash away at the sound of it. "They leave practically nothing to the imagination."

"Please! They completely cover me up!" Maggie grinned back at John, and the last of her anxiety ebbed away, as simple as that. She had no doubt it would flare back up in the morning, but for now, she was simply going to enjoy herself. Besides, if their two kisses were any indication of what was to come… "Well, I suppose I'll have to keep them on then. Since you seem to like them so much." She batted her lashes at him, and he momentarily froze in the act of shutting the bedroom door. Glancing at her over his shoulder he followed the lines of her jeans from where they hugged her thighs to the tops of the low-slung hips. He gave her a mournful look like a dying man being denied a glass of water.

Leaning his back against the door to press it shut, he sighed before tossing her back her t-shirt. "Well, if you're going to be a cruel tease…"

Maggie quirked a smile, and playfully narrowed her eyes at him before striding over to him, ignoring the fallen shirt. "Don't you dare call me a tease, John Lennon," she began with a finger pointed directly in his face, "I'm not the one who's still fully dressed, depriving me of my big chance to see a naked Beatle ..."

He cut her off by kissing her. Fiercely, hungrily, and then just as suddenly, he pulled away, grinning. "I'm not the tease! And if you're just using me to say you've been with a Beatle..."

Maggie held her breath – had she gone too far teasing him?

"...then that's just fine with me! Whatever it takes!" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

She laughed, slightly relieved. They had such a rapport, it was easy to forget she hadn't actually known him for very long. She shoved that fact out of the way – she knew sleeping with someone she barely knew was a bad idea. But in a way, hadn't she known John Lennon her whole life?

He stepped in closer to her, closing what little gap remained between them and Maggie could feel his heart thundering in time with her own. His eyes bored into hers with such intensity, she wanted to look away, but found she couldn't. It was like he was a snake charmer and she was a cobra locked in his gaze.

He leaned in and Maggie tingled with anticipation. She could have almost sworn she could see the sparks flying between them as their lips edged ever closer to each other. The wait was both ecstasy and agony, filling her with so much desire she thought she would surely die if he didn't kiss her that very moment.

John grinned and pulled away. "What were you saying about me being a tease?"

"You're so bad!" She knew John felt the strong pull between them too, but suddenly she felt very vulnerable – after all, she was still the only one partially naked. He still wanted her, didn't he? An embarrassed blush flashed through her, from her hairline right down to the tips of her toes.

She turned away, so he wouldn't see her flushed cheeks, but before she could search the room for a hole to swallow her up, she was suddenly aware of a bare chest pressed up against her back. John had finally had the decency to doff his shirt too, leaving them equally half-dressed and a tease to the other. Strong, lean arms encircled her pulling her tight to him and a voice thick with desire whispered into her ear, "You still win though. I think you'll always win."

Any coherent thoughts Maggie had flew out the window as she felt his hot breath tickle against her ear. She stilled, keeping her breaths shallow and light, afraid that anything she did might cause him to pull away teasing again, but then a trail of butterfly-soft kisses made their way slowly down her neck and onto her shoulder. When he reached there, he paused, and she thought for a moment that he was going to stop… until one callused fingertip slid under the strap of her bra and slipped it gently aside.

Until that moment she had never known that a shoulder could be an erogenous zone, but then, she thought, through a haze of pleasure as John licked and kissed his way back up to her ear, she suspected anywhere this man touched her would be an erogenous zone. She lolled her head to the side in order to more easily accommodate him; it was clear that he was definitely no longer teasing.

One warm, masculine hand slid up the smooth skin of her belly, leaving goose bumps in their wake, and paused to rest just below the swell of her breast. It lingered there a moment, while he focused his lips on the nape of her neck, gently nudging her heavy dark hair aside with the tip of his nose.

Maggie was quivering with pleasure – she felt like she was going to jump out of her skin, she wanted him so badly. Right then. Right at that moment. No more games. No more teasing. She could only hope he wanted her half as badly.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, she turned in the circle of his arms and attacked his lips with her own. Her hands tangled themselves, almost roughly, in his thick auburn hair – one part of mind catalogued that fact; she'd always thought he had dark brown hair. One of the hazards of black and white photography she supposed.

She ran her hands down his smooth shoulders. She'd seen them bare in photos of him swimming, but now his skin was firm and real under her hands. Unable to stop herself, she let her hands explore further down. His bum, his strong legs... She imagined him on stage in his tight Beatle suit, bobbing up at down as he strummed his guitar.

John let out a sigh. She pulled back and looked at him, puzzled. Had she been too forward? But no, he wasn't upset. His eyes were closed, blissfully. She gently kissed his eyelids and then the tip of his nose, that famous nose. John opened his eyes and the look on John's face was indescribable – something she'd never seen in a picture or on film. It was hers, only hers. This John Lennon, the one right now, was hers forever and always – she'd never have to share this bit of him. Filing that perfect memory away she leaned into him. He gazed down at her, and tentatively moved them both in the direction of the bed. "Are you sure?" There was no teasing in his voice. Only hope.

"Of this? Yes." She'd never been more sure of anything before.

"Good." With that he pulled her down so that she landed on top of him on the bed. He smiled up at her, and she down at him. "We've got to make up for lost time, you know."

"Yes," Maggie said, as she kissed him soundly. "The last twenty four hours were the longest of my life."

"Then let's not waste one more single second, luv." And with that he tangled his hands in her hair, and pulled her lips to his. Their lips, indeed their bodies, were a perfect fit for each other, and Maggie felt like she'd found the other half of herself. How had she ever resisted him the first time they'd kissed? Surely if she'd known it would be like this, she might not have been able to restrain herself. In fact, she wasn't sure if she could have left him. Knowing what she did now, how it felt to be with John in every sense of the word, she wasn't sure how she would be able to leave him a second time. One-night stands were fine – but this felt like more. But how could that possibly be? Maggie was afraid she was in big trouble.

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