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.
The morning after...will it turn out good or bad?
Chapter Nine
The sun streaked in through the window, sliding across her face in a gentle line as the morning sun slowly coaxed her out of her deep slumber. Opening her eyes, Maggie looked around the room, stretching her arms up and over her head and feeling the blanket slide against her body. Yawning, she turned her head to the side, only to find an empty pillow and the covers tugged up gently, almost as if a sleep warmed body had never even been there. Frowning, Maggie thought back on the night before. She could remember it, remember gentle moans and simple caresses, but nothing looked out of place. The room seemed just as it had when they entered it last night and for a brief moment, Maggie feared that it had all been a dream. It was too perfect to be real. Surely she was in her own little room back home and the trip to England and the insane thought of somehow reliving the Beatle days were only a dream conjured for her pleasure late at night.
But as she looked around, she noticed the small touches that she knew she would never have imagined: the deep blue blanket, the oil painting on the wall, and the drawer on the bedside table that was cracked open slightly, containing more then one box of condoms. Maggie had to smile. There was no doubt about it. She was indeed in Paul's flat.
Wrapping herself in the sheet, Maggie slipped out of bed, running her fingers through her hair and tiptoeing out the door and into the hall.
Music wrapped around her almost immediately, slightly muffled. John's voice whispered through the flat, reaching Maggie's ears gently and calling her forth.
Leaning against the wall, Maggie stood still, watching the image before her. John sat on the sofa, his guitar in hand as he sang softly.
"…the color that my baby wore
And what is more, it's true
Yes it is
Scarlet were the clothes she wore
Everybody knows I'm sure
I could remember all the things we planned
Understand, it's true
Yes it is, it's true
Yes it is
I could be happy with you by my side
If I could forget her, but it's my pride
Yes it is, yes it is
Oh, yes it is, yeah
Please don't wear red tonight
This is what I said tonight
For red is the color that will make me blue
In spite of you, it's true
Yes it is, it's true
Yes it is"
As the song ended, John frowned a little, strumming a few random notes out on the guitar as he looked up, sensing someone watching him. The image of Maggie greeted him just like it had so many nights in his dreams and John felt a warm tingling sensation run up and down his spine again. Maggie leaned heavily against the wall, where she obviously struggling not to be overcome with emotion and cry.
With a small frown, John set down his guitar, and walked to her, and without a word, led her to the couch. Her body shook beneath his fingers as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face. The fact that she wasn't meeting his eyes only worried him all the more. Maybe last night had been a mistake, maybe he'd pushed her too fast.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, almost fearing the answer.
Swallowing and trying to collect her wits, Maggie breathed in deeply. "That has always been my favorite song of yours… and seeing you, hearing you play and sing it…" She shook her head, licking her lips slightly as she turned her eyes up to him. "It just hit me that you really are John Lennon, and if that's true then this is a dream and I'm going to wake up any minute. And… and I don't think I want to wake up." Her voice was strangled as she looked at him, almost as if she were pleading for him to keep her from waking up from this beautiful dream.
John pulled her into his arms immediately, placing a kiss on the top of her head as he rested his chin there. She shook beneath him. "You're not going to wake up," he whispered. "I pinched you once before, remember? You didn't wake up then, did you?" Maggie took a few deep breaths, pressing closer to him as she wrapped her arms around his chest, trying her hardest to believe him.
Bringing a hand up to curl in her hair, John pulled her away from him slightly. "I wrote that for you, you know," he admitted shyly.
All forms of tears suddenly dissipated as she heard his words. Shocked, Maggie's body suddenly went stiff in his arms as she looked up at him. "What?"
John grinned a little sheepishly. "I wrote it after you left. I couldn't get you out of my head and whenever I thought of you, you were always wearing that red dress." He laughed slightly, almost cursing the night that she had bought that damned thing. It haunted him even while he was awake. "It got so bad I couldn't be with a bird if she was wearing red…" He admitted it so softly that Maggie couldn't help but feel the tears begin to rise again. As childish as it was, she had always identified with that song and had wished that someone out there could have written something so beautiful about her one day. "I guess I was just trying to work out my feelings of frustration about my relationship with Cynthia, and the fact that you were no longer here with me, and that, when you left, I felt like a piece of me left with you."
Reaching out with her hand, she cupped his cheek gently, looking him in the eyes. "That's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said or done for me." Leaning forward, she kissed him deeply, trying to pour all her feelings into that kiss.
John pressed his lips hard against hers, tangling his fingers deeper into her mass of curls as he nudged her mouth open with his tongue, simply breathing her in. The feel of her heartbeat quickening against his bare chest caused him to try to pull her in even tighter, an almost desperate need for her overtaking him. He needed her. He needed to touch her, to feel her touch, to be surrounded by her scent and her warmth. He needed to have her by his side, to be near him. But most of all, he needed her to need him just as much.
Tilting her head back to deepen the kiss, he slid a hand down to her bum and pulled her tighter to him, locking their bodies together perfectly. Maggie moaned at the contact, wrapping her arms around him tightly and shifting her body closer to his. She melted into his heat, feeling her own pool in the pit of her stomach as they both gasped for air. But neither could bring themselves to stop, to pull away and enter a world without touch once more.
His fingers kneaded into her smooth skin, sending shivers up and down her spine as he trailed fingers across her body, causing her to sigh and moan all at once. She deepened the kiss again, tilting her head back further to allow him even more access, feeling his need press against hers. Maggie gasped slightly as he gripped her tighter and the overwhelming need to feel him fully struck her hard.
Finally, when he knew he was nearly beyond coherent thought with his brain, John broke off the kiss. Breathing heavily and swallowing as he gulped in air, he looked at her, and raised an eyebrow. "Had I known all it would take is a bit of a song to get into your knickers, I'd have played you one that first night," he laughed shakily, dipping her back onto the sofa and moving to hover on top of her.
Giggling, finding that her breath was still not coming to her as quickly as she wanted it to; Maggie wound her fingers in his hair, bringing his lips down for a brief kiss. "Just imagine what I'd do if you wrote me more songs," she said suggestively.
Propping himself up on his elbows, John looked at her with a wicked little smile. "Well, if that's the case, I've written you a whole string of songs!"
Maggie laughed, looking at him with slight disbelief. "Oh, really?" He nodded in earnest, becoming a cheeky little boy that wanted praise within the blink of an eye. "And what may these songs be if I may ask?"
"'Help!'," he said with a shrug, leaning down with a grin to plant a firm kiss on her forehead. "'You've Got to Hide Your Love Away'." Kissing her on the eye, he grinned as he felt her laugh beneath him. "'It's Only Love', "Tell Me What You See'." Moving his lips to her other eye, he planted a gentle kiss on her eyelid, his hands roaming up and down her sides all the while. "'Girl'." With his lips traveling down the side of her cheek, teasing her gently, he felt Maggie squirm beneath him, trying to pull him closer, to hold him tighter. "'In My Life'," he whispered.
"Sure," Maggie said, not knowing if she could really believe anything he was saying. Laughing slightly as he nibbled at her neck, she sighed happily. "All those great songs were inspired by me and our 'Great and Tragic Love, Which Could Never Be'." She giggled slightly at the very ridiculous thought of it.
But the gentle kisses and caresses stopped almost the moment the words were out of her mouth. Propping himself up slightly, John looked at her in all seriousness. "They were." Maggie's breath caught in her throat, the slight hitch making John smile pointedly at her. "So you see, my wanton little hussy, now you've got to show me what you'd do if I wrote you more than one song!"
Jumping off the sofa, John picked her up and swung her up and over his shoulder. Maggie shrieked in surprise, laughing loudly as he marched her off to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
Later that morning as they lay in each other's arms, Maggie's head resting gently on top of John's shoulder, John sighed contentedly as the morning sunlight streamed through the window and warmed their sweat soaked skin. He ran his callused fingers gently up and down her arms, feeling her body melt into his as she began to drift off to sleep. He breathed in her sweet scent. He wanted this. He wanted this everyday and he never wanted to let her go.
Closing his eyes and resting his head on top of hers, John snuggled down into the sheets. "Stay with me," he asked. And without even thinking, answering instinctively, Maggie said yes.
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A/N:
So, what can you expect next time? Well, obviously Paul will have something to say about it all, won't he? ;) And how do you suppose a modern, career minded women, who happens to be scientist for NASA, will adjust to living in the swinging 60s?
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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