What If Stories: Tomorrow Never Knows Alternate Chapter 25
Tomorrow Never Knows
Title: What If Stories: Tomorrow Never Knows Alternate Chapter 25
Authors: lovely_rita_mm,jenny_wren28, & pennylane_fic
Starring: The Beatles (specifically John Lennon) and Maggie Sue
Rating: R for language, sex, & implied drug use.
Disclaimer: We don’t own any of the Beatles, this obviously never happened, and much to the real Maggie’s disappointment, is a complete work of fiction.
Way back in chapter 24/25, we joked about what *really* went on with Paul and Maggie Sue down by the river in India. Well, here it is at last - alternate chapter 25. It's hot, if we do say so ourselves! ;-)
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Alternate Chapter 25
“Hey luv, meet me in the usual spot?” Paul whispered in her ear as he passed by her at breakfast that morning. His breath made the hairs on her neck tingle. She looked up at him and nodded. The look he gave her nearly made her choke on her cereal.
She and Paul had been meeting in a secluded spot down by the Ganges so they could escape from the tiny world of the ashram - from the ashram, from meditation, from George’s increasing fits of crankiness, from Maureen, from everything. She and Paul alone shared a dim view of what they were here to do in India. They were both bored and they had found a willing partner for mischief in the other.
And so she and Paul took long walks where they talked about life and they played guitar together - and they escaped to their secret spot. It had all been very innocent, but the last few times they had been together, she sensed that there was something different between them. Paul seemed a bit nervous when he’d played his new love song for her and she’d started a bit when he’d gently brushed a bug off her shirt. The front of her shirt. She’d felt his hand hesitate a bit, as if it were seeking the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. He’d pulled his hand away slowly, and though he’d acted normally afterwards, he’d awakened something in her.
So now she noticed him. Wherever they were, her eyes went to him. Whenever their bodies accidentally grazed each other, she flushed with an internal heat that she hoped went unnoticed by him. And when they were alone together, she couldn’t get the thought of what it would be like to have Paul’s touch on her bare skin out of her head.
When she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, she’d turn to John, who’d been delighted and surprised by her increased need for him. And he was more than enough to satisfy her physically - but still, there remained something intangible between her and Paul.
And that morning, when he’d asked her to meet him, she’d wondered if this would be the day when things would finally come to a head between them. Surely these feelings, this energy between them wasn’t one-sided.
She knew she should feel guilty, wanting Paul in this way when she was with John, but she also knew she was powerless to stop whatever was going to happen. She’d even pled illness one day, testing herself, her will to stay away from Paul, but the next day she’d only felt the longing for him come on stronger.
Paul was already there, sitting on the soft matted grass, when she arrived. Their spot was sheltered by a small stand of shrubby bushes and tall grass and was near a gentle bend in the river. They’d never seen a soul any time they’d sat here.
Paul was wearing a loose white shirt and pants and he hadn’t shaved in a few days. Simply put, he was beautiful. Well, she supposed, that was only natural. He was the “cute one” after all.
He smiled when he spotted her and gestured for her to join him. His guitar was, as usual, on his lap.
“What would you like to hear first?” he asked.
She sat down next to him, as close as she dared. “Anything?”
“Sure, luv, anything you like,” he said raising an eyebrow slightly as if to communicate a deeper meaning.
“Play your new one for me? ‘I Will’?”
“Are you ever going to tire of it?”
“Never,” she swore solemnly.
He smiled at that and obliged her. She watched the way his mouth and tongue moved, forming the words to the song. She wondered what that mouth would feel like on her own. She watched him meet her eyes, and then look down a bit shyly, before meeting them again. Somehow just connecting with his eyes felt intimate.
“Show me how to play it?” she asked when he was done.
“All right, but you’ll have to learn it left-handed.”
“That’s okay.”
He gave her the guitar and then came around behind her so he could guide her fingers on the fret board. Gently he pressed them down as she strummed. His strong hand wrapped around hers as she formed a barred F chord. She waited for him to move his hand, but he didn’t. She looked up behind her to see him looking back down at her, a strange expression on his face. Neither of them moved for a second, each absorbing the feel of the other’s hand on their own.
Slowly, almost infinitesimally, Paul leaned closer. He had been kneeling behind her right arm and now his chest pressed more firmly into her back, and his left hand came up to caress her shoulder. He bent his head and gently kissed the back of her neck and her ear. Then his lips were mere inches from her own.
“Paul...” she said. It came out as a plea.
“I’ll stop if you want, but you can’t tell me you don’t feel this too.”
“Please,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
Gently he lowered himself to the ground until his legs encircled her. He touched her cheek with his hand and then crushed his lips to hers. Without breaking contact, he dropped his hand to the guitar and put it aside. With the guitar gone, there was no further obstacle between his hand and her body. With only a brief hesitation, he unbuttoned the front of her sundress. Her skin was naked underneath and his hands were warm on it, as were his lips a moment later.
It was warm out and the sun shone, though their hiding spot provided them with shade, privacy and comfort. Paul laid her down on the soft grass and finished unbuttoning her dress. She shrugged out of it while he made short work of his shirt and pants. Stretching out on top of her, he resumed kissing her lips, her neck, and her breasts.
“I need you, luv,” he groaned in her ear. She could feel that what he said was true.
“Oh, Paul!” she said, encouraging him to keep caressing her. It felt so strange to be in this place, in this position with Paul. Strange, yet so right.
“Luv?” he asked. It was a request for permission, and she gladly gave it to him.
“Paul! Paul!” she cried out as their bodies moved together, completely in sync with each other and with the lapping of the gentle waters of the river. She was glad she’d come to India after all. Maybe she hadn’t found herself, but she’d found Paul.
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And here’s the optional ending that someone else asked for! ;-) Naughty reader!
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She and Paul were nearly oblivious of anything else around them, until there came a rustle in the grass.
“What was that?” she asked, worried they’d been discovered.
“What?” Paul wasn’t broken out of the moment nearly as easily as she had been.
“There’s someone there,” she whispered.
“No, there’s not, luv,” he said, moving her head back towards his, so he could kiss her again.
Just then she caught a glimpse of John’s surprised face over Paul’s back. She watched in shock as his expression turned from surprised into ... intrigued? “Is there room for a third?” he asked mischievously.
Paul twisted his head and looked up. “There’s always room for you, John, luv.” He grinned wickedly at his band mate.
John looked in her direction. “Three’s company,” she said coyly, giving John the signal of approval he’d been waiting for. Eagerly she waited for John to join her and Paul. She had no idea how John had found their hiding place, but this simplified things a bit. Now she didn’t have to wonder what would happen if John found out about her attraction to Paul, nor would she have to give it up. She could have her cake and eat it too. It was the swinging 60s she’d time-traveled to after all, and as the expression goes, when in Rome...
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A/N
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