YES IT IS

Authors: pennylane_fic, jenny_wren28 & lovelyrita_mm

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 fiction.

Now why did George and Ringo exchange a meaningful look? ;)

Chapter Eight

Maggie couldn't get over how everything seemed to glow at night as they drove down the street, towards Paul's flat. Driving down the street was an every day occurrence in any city, but as she turned to her right, seeing the profile of a man that should be dead, the thought of normalcy was quickly fleeting. Nothing about her situation was normal, or even plausible for that matter, and yet it was still happening. Maggie had unconsciously resigned herself to just let it happen, knowing that this wasn't something that she would be able to crack open, this wasn't a problem that needed solving, or a puzzle that needed to be put together. At least, not yet.

"I was miserable you know." Blinking a little, Maggie turned her head, raising a brow at him in a sleepy sort of manner. John smiled at her. "When you left," he amended.

Averting her eyes, Maggie opened her mouth to say something, but found that she couldn't think of anything she could say. Meddling with John's death was one thing, but meddling with his life and his marriage, that was another, somehow. Closing her mouth again, Maggie stared out her window, watching the serenity of night settle over the land.

"Well, aren't you going to ask why I was miserable?"

Maggie's throat tightened in both fear and hope over the reason. Shaking her head, her eyes remaining focused outside the car. "Why were you so miserable, John?" she managed.

"Because," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious reason in the world, "I never thought I'd see you again, at least not until the late nineties at the earliest. Then if I did, I would be an old man in my sixties and there's no way you'd want me then."

"John…" Maggie said warningly, while her heart raced excitedly over hearing his words. She knew where this conversation was heading and though his words thrilled her, reality followed them swiftly. Turning towards him a little, she reached out with her hand, tentatively placing it over the one that rested against his thigh. "You know we can't go down that road again," she said with more determination then she felt. "I've already told you that I'm not going to get involved with a married man. I don't care how you try to justify it, it's still wrong."

A small smile laced his features. "Well, I suppose we're okay then, since in a rare moment of backbone, Cyn decided to leave my sorry arse." Maggie's eyes widened in surprise, as her hand slowly slid away from his, removing temptation.

"I-I'm sorry?" It was really the only thing she could think of to say.

John shrugged though, seeming much less disappointed by this than Maggie did. His matter-of-factness was one thing that didn't surprise Maggie. After all, she knew it was only going to be a matter of time before John decided to leave Cyn for Yoko instead. "She was tired of me moping around constantly, of never showing her any kind of attention at all, of being more of a renter in our relationship than a husband." A little laugh escaped him then. "The thing is though, if I had asked her, she probably would have put up with that forever and not even have batted an eye. But, a certain little bird out there convinced me to turn over a new leaf in life." Leaning his head back against the seat a little, John sighed, his smile disappearing. "I told her everything, confessed all of the little extramarital affairs that I've been having over the years. She really didn't seem too surprised. It wasn't until I told her that I developed feelings for someone else that she started to cry."

Maggie's eyes widened. "You told her that?" Images of Yoko appeared in her head as she quickly tried to calculate if John had even had a chance to meet her yet.

John turned to her though, locking eyes with her and giving her a meaningful look. "Yes."

Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, Maggie's eyes quickly fell to her hands, not being able to look at him any longer.

"She hung on for a while," John continued. "She thought that maybe she could still make our marriage work. But, in a poetic twist of irony, she met someone else and promptly left me." Maggie's eyes snapped to his and he could only laugh. "Here I was thinking I'd be the one to leave her but it was 'poor little meek Cynthia' that ending up leaving me behind."

With her mouth slightly open and her throat going dry, Maggie frowned. "Did she move back to Liverpool with Julian?"

"No, we didn't want upset him anymore than he already was. Besides, her new husband is in London. I told Cynthia to keep the house if she wanted it, it's more her house then it is mine. She decorated it; she's the one that has been living in it. I would feel like a stranger if I stayed there all my lonesome. They're most likely selling anyway."

"Where are you staying then?" She was almost afraid to ask.

"Paul's flat," John said with a grin. Maggie made a small sound but kept her mouth shut after that. "I make sure to see Jules though," he continued. "I hate the thought that he might grow up and hate me so I talked to Cyn and told her I still wanted to be a part of his life. She seemed so startled by it all that she couldn't really say anything but yes."

Maggie stayed silent as her heart beat against her ribs. The roads were becoming familiar, meaning they were closer to Paul's flat then she originally thought, and she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild over what could happen once the two of them got behind closed doors. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. She could do this. She'd just have to be mature about this. Yes, John wasn't married anymore but that didn't make it ok. They belonged in different worlds and come morning, she still had to go back to hers and he had to stay in his.

When they pulled up to the flat, John turned the ignition off with a slight click, and the two of them simply sat there. Mutual silence reigned in between them, flowing back and forth slightly tinged by anxiety. Maggie swallowed while John played with the steering wheel slightly. She knew he wasn't going to push her, but at the moment that wasn't what she was worried about.

"We should probably go up," she said, finally breaking the silence. "We don't want anyone spotting us."

John nodded, a little shocked that she was the one to suggest this, thinking that he would promptly be sent back to Macca's house the moment they got here.

As she pushed open the car door, he reached in back, grabbing her bag before stepping outside. The night air was cool on their heated cheeks and as John unlocked the front door, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, not knowing what to expect, or what was even to be expected of him. Taking a deep breath, John nodded to himself. He could do this. It was just one night and maybe breakfast in the morning. There was nothing sexual about that.

Right, nothing at all.

As Maggie came in behind him, he could feel the heat from her body reaching out for him, begging him to come closer, to wrap his arms around her. He had to take a few steps away almost at once. Setting her bag down in the front foyer, John looked at her. She stood hesitantly in the doorway, looking everywhere but at him.

"Um, why don't we go into the living room," he suggested softly, clearing his throat to get her attention. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice and at his words. Living rooms held sofas and other objects that could be laid upon. Maggie shuddered both thrilled and scared at the prospect. She needed to stop thinking that way.

"Okay," she said, her voice coming out as a squeak.

She followed him the few feet into the room to their left, walking into the room and then pausing awkwardly in the middle of it. The carpet had never looked more amazing then it did at that moment in time.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, John looked up at her through the fringe of his hair. A faint blush colored her cheeks, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin material of her shirt. He swallowed thickly, his clothes suddenly making him hot and itchy. Closing his eyes, he turned away from her. If he didn't leave now, he wasn't sure what he would do next.

"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.

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A/N:

Now don't you go yelling at us for getting Cyn conveniently out of the way....this is a Mary Sue, remember. :P

So, the real question is, what happens the morning after? Find out next in Chapter 9...

This is a complete story, so you won't be left hanging! We are planning on post approximately 2 chapters a week.

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