June 29th, 1960

1:45 pm

"Paulie no, the hot water doesn't go in with this!" I nearly shouted, we had been trying to make homemade cupcakes.

"Ok, ok, don't get yer lovely little knickers in a twist..." he smirked watching as I whisked the egg, buttermilk, and oil mixture around in the bowl.

"How do you know if I wear knickers or not?" I shot back, pouring the now soupy mixture, into the flour mixture.

I turned to look at him, as he leaned against the counter with his eyebrow cocked.

"Yer telling me, that there is a chance yer not wearing knickers right now?" He smirked moving closer to me.

"There's a high possibility..." I giggled, as I turned the mixer on to beat the contents in the mixing bowl together.

"Prove it..." he whispered, lips grazing my neck as his hands rested dangerously close to the waist of my shorts.

"Mh...if I did how do I know that you wouldn't run around telling Tom, Dick, and Harry?"

"You'll just have to trust me..." he whispered, pressing himself against me.

"Maybe I'll let you find out later, but right now I need the hot water."

"Dirty little tease..." he joked, tickling my sides causing me to giggle.

"P-Paul stop!" I shrieked, squirming around trying to get away. I failed, as he had my body pinned between him and the counter.

He laughed, as I sunk down to the floor and he followed.

"You've got something on yer mouth, love..." he smirked looking at me.

"You don't need an excuse to kiss me Paulie." I whispered, leaning forward.

"Well...in that case..." he replied, pulling me close to him and smashing his lips against mine.

His musky scent flooded through my senses as he pulled me onto his lap, placing one hand on the small of back and rubbing gentle circles.

The other hand the rested on my hip, as he ran his tongue across my bottom lip. I barely nodded, opening my mouth slightly granting access to my mouth.

I moaned into the kiss, as I splayed my hand against his t-shirt covered chest, my body arching from the overwhelming heat that radiated from his body.

"Mm, Jackie..." he growled pulling away as I gasped for breath.

"Paulie, we have to finish the cupcakes..."

"Forget about them, I've found something much sweeter."

I blushed, leaning down to plant a kiss on his neck.

"Jacqueline, will you go out with me tonight? We'll go to dinner or something."

"I'd have to ask my mom...and I don't know if tonight would be a good night, George said he may drop by."

His face twisted, "forget about George just for one day, yeah?"

My stomach knotted, "well, ok I guess..."

He frowned a bit before smiling, and giving me a soft peck on the lips. "I'll make sure you don't regret it love..."

"Ok Paulie" I winked, climbing off his lap and standing up to reheat the water.

"Gear! I'm going to go make reservations and stop by and tell the other lads why I won't be at practice." He explained eagerly, jumping up from his spot on the floor.

"Paul, maybe we shouldn't tell George though...he can get a bit peeved about these things." I explained, pouring the now boiling water in with the rest of the ingredients in the bowl.

"Let me worry about 'im, love..." he whispered kissing my cheek, as I nodded and turned on the mixer.

"Alright Paulie..."

"Good! I'll see you around six-thirty then?"

"I'll be waiting..." I smirked, as he leaned down to gently press his lips against mine one last time.

////

I huffed, pulling dress after dress out of my closet. I just could not find the right one, and I was supposed to go out with Paul in a few hours.

Groaning in disgust, I threw myself back against my bed that was littered with the dresses that I had thrown out of my closet.

"Maybe I'll just go shopping."

I nodded to myself, going over to my sock drawer and retrieving the small, worn out envelope that contained all my money. I pulled out what I believed was a sufficient amount of cash, and put everything else back.

I hurried down the stairs and slipped my shoes on, heading for the small strip mall downtown.

"George?" I whispered, squinting at the figuring quickly nearing my general area.

"Oh for crying out loud..." I whined, I did not need him laying a guilt trip on me right now. I refused to let him ruin my first actual night of freedom. I had gotten the go ahead from my mother over the phone to go out, and I did not need George to bring down the good mood I was in.

"Fancy meeting you here..." he jeered, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I guess Paul told you then?"

He nodded, refusing to look at anything but the grey pavement.

"Look, Georgie it's only one date..."

"So you know fer a fact there won't be a second?" He peered at me with wide eyes, as I shook my head making him looking back down.

"I never said that..."

"Oh..."

We walked in silence for a bit, until he finally spoke up again.

"So, what're you doing out and about anyway?"

"Needed a new dress, you wanna help me find one?"

"It'd be my pleasure..." he whispered, gently grasping my hand in his much larger warm one.

///

"Hey! How about this one?" George quipped, laughing as he held up an ankle length denim dress.

"George, come on! This is serious..." I replied, restraining a giggle and failing as it slipped out.

"I'm being completely serious! What's so wrong with this?" He grinned cheekily, holding up the same godawful dress.

"It looks like something an old biddy would wear!" I laughed, continuing to look at the rack of dresses in front of me.

"That's the point! We can't 'ave you looking too spiffy, Paul might steal you away from me if you do. Besides that, this is a totally modest choice."

"George, put it back..."

"Fine..." he huffed, placing it back onto the rack beside him.

"I think this blue one is nice..." I said, pulling out a simple navy blue a line dress with a white ribbon around the waist.

"Try it on..." he motioned to the dressing room, as I nodded and walked towards it.

I slipped the dress on, zipping it half way up the back and struggling to get it the rest of the way. I tried everything, trying to reach the zipper with my arm over my shoulder I finally gave up.

I let out an exhausted huff, "Princess? Everything alright in there?" George whispered, gently tapping his knuckles on the door.

"George, I can't zip it..."

"Well open the door then." He laughed, as if it were the most simple answer in the world.

"Ok..."

I slowly unlocked the door, and twisted the handle. Slowly opening the door and peeking out, "George..." I whispered looking out into the empty room, that surrounded the dressing room.

"I can't get in with the door open that much..." I heard his Scouse accent, come from behind me.

I turned around, to see the man of the hour standing in the middle of the small space called a room. I wanted to laugh but suppressed it, as I closed the door and turned back around.

"I climbed over the wall, incase you were wondering...now then, turn around and let Georgie see what he's got to work with."

I blushed, giggling as I turned around so he could zip the dress the rest of the way up.

"See? Should've went with the one I picked out, it buttoned up the front." He joked, running his fingers down my exposed back to the zipper causing me to shudder.

"Are you cold, darling?"

"No..."

"Are you sure? You looked like you just got the chills."

"George, please just zip me in...."

He nodded, zipping the remaining portion up as he smirked.

"You like it?" I asked turning around so he could look at it.

"Mhm, you know what'd make it look even better though?" He whispered, looking down into my hazel eyes, with his big velvety orbs.

"What?"

"If you weren't going out with Paul..."

"George! Come on..."

"Jackie, he's got a small penis!" He blurted, making my eyes bulge out of my head.

"George!" I squealed slapping his arm, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest.

"How do you know? Have you seen it?" I whispered looking up at him and grinning.

"Wouldn't you just love to know? Little perverted child...and for yer information I overheard Paul and John talking about their tallywackers."

"Mm, and I suppose you have a giant dick?" I blushed, as he smirked down at me cocking an eyebrow in amusement.

"Care to find out?" He wiggled his eyebrows, as I pushed him away from me.

"No!" I shouted laughing, as he snickered and pretended to unbuckle his belt.

"George, stop!" I shouted, pulling his hands away from his belt.

"And what if I don't?" He chuckled, pinning me to the wall.

"You're being really cheeky today..."

"But you-" he was interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door.

"You kids don't be fooling around in there! This is not some cheap motel!"

I blushed furiously, as I peeked up to see George with red cheeks and his mouth half open.

"Did you hear me?"

"Um, yes ma'am!" George answered backing away from me and turning around to face the door.

"Good, come on out then..." the woman ordered, as I scurried to pull my other clothes on.

"George, unzip me!" He nodded, quickly yanking the zipper down, as I pulled my shirt on and slipped the dress back onto the hanger.

"After you..." George whispered opening the door and pushing me out first.

"Do you really want that dress?"

"Not badly enough to look her in the eyes and pay for it."

"Lets go then, hm?"

I nodded as I put the dress down and we ducked out of the store.

///

"Love, maybe you should just go out in sweatpants..."

"George..." I whined, rolling my eyes.

"'ere, wear this dress! It's me favorite one on you..."

I turned to see him holding up a simple lavender sundress.

"Alright..." I took the dress off the hanger, and walked into the bathroom to change into it. I paused for a second, before deciding to wash my face and redo my makeup. I applied eyeshadow in more natural, earthy tones before correcting a few stray curls.

"Georgie? Come here please..."

The door creaked open to reveal a doting George, as he smiled down at me coyly.

"You look absolutely stunning..."

"You really think so?" I blushed, refusing to meet his gaze, as he tenderly placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up.

"I know so..."

"Help me find a jacket?"

"Wear mine that I gave you!" He exclaimed cheerily, as if the thought of me wearing his jacket on a date with his mate pleased him.

"George, I can't I'm going on a date, not nipping out to the market for an eggplant."

"Bullocks! It'll keep you nice and warm, that way Paul won't 'ave to try and pull any funny business to warm you up." He responded darkly, a malevolent glint in his eye.

"Will it please you if I wear it?"

"Very much so..." he grinned, plopping down on my bed and laying down on his stomach.

"Ok I'll wear it."