Party Time

Dressing in Maureen's guest room was fun. Pattie and I laughing with silliness and fun, she smirked at how I was at the studio today. She was almost ready when I joined her.

"You will be beating Georgie at his own game soon. He will be dead set peeved" Pattie giggling words overflowing and effervescent, I pushed her softly and she screamed, eyeliner dragging over her eye; She had been laughing at the thought but me wrecking her eye makeup was scream-worthy.

George burst in the room, Paul on his heels, not knowing why Pattie screamed, thinking instead she was in peril, a danger lurking in the bathroom no doubt.

"George!!!! Paul !!! get out" I screamed and threw pillows, my bra and knickers the only saving grace that I wasn't entirely naked under their addled but lingering gaze. I admit throwing the pillows was a tad silly but I was in emergency mode and too late to recant the act.

"So, nothing's wrong, we heard screaming" Paul smiled sweetly, straightening his tie, assessing the room for demons and imagined dragons, all while assessing the two girls in the room, his steady gaze warm and thrilling, he nodded slightly, I guess we pass muster.

John joined in the squish that was the doorway from behind, suddenly seeing my rosy red cheeks flaming and embarrassed under Pauls smooth gaze. John pushed and shoved Paul but to no avail, I grabbed Patties handbag and held it over my panty line, the other hand sufficient to handle covering my top half.

"Paul close your damn eyes. For goodness sake, you look like you have never seen two semi naked girls before" Pattie smirked in the dressing room mirror "Georgie I could say the same for you"

"Nothing I haven't seen before" George grinned wickedly and I opened and closed my mouth numerous times. Pattie oh so slowly swivelled towards me. Paul stood smirking, intrigued, with one eyebrow raised and definitely not moving from his position. John's eyes wide and questioning and me- can my heated glow of red get any worse, oh yes it can, fiery lava would be an apt description presently.

"Pray tell, Kassandra" Pattie graciously hadn't bopped me with her hairbrush- yet.

I still wasn't able to form audible speech and decided the best course of action was to stare angrily at Mister Big Mouth Harrison hoping he got my thoughts of disembowelment into his dumb head. Paul, swept his eyes over us all and watched me again smiling at my predicament like he was watching the cliff-hanger episode of Coronation Street.

"Oh do tell George.... Kassandra. I'm sure it's all up a very entertaining story" Paul posed the question and I fell on the floor. It wasn't as if we had done anything bad it might be construed that way though.

"Yes George, please tell us why you would say such a thing" Pattie was a little irked and the longer it took for us to respond was making it all the worse.

"I lived with George for a while you all know that" I sought out Pattie's eyes for understanding "I" I stuttered through "George. We. I. George would crash into my room early on Sundays and we would read the paper" Oh good God that sounds so bad with my stuttered response!

George laughed.

George was a little nervous.

"All innocent of course. John you know what I wear to bed..."I smiled, apology in my eyes, then caught the look of horror that he took from my words "NO NO NO!! I wear stuff not naked, not naked, John I only do that with you. Not George.... George help!!!"

"tis ok. Gawd you lot with your dirty little minds, should be utterly ashamed!" George smiled at me "Kass was covered, just sometimes it would be bra and undies. We weren't intimate at all, oh God no way-yuck!"

I jumped up then anger at his disgust at such a thing "What the hell does that mean George – yuck, the hell!?"

"Kassandra, I think" Paul stuck his nose in. "I don't think......" I glared at him heatedly "I don't think anything, yes nothing- gone, empty... completely"

"Get a fucking good look Paul because you won't get another. And you George.. What the hell, am I that disgusting?"

This had turned from everyone angry for different reason at us, to me being horridly upset with George and his belittlement.

"I didn't mean that" George waved his hands around "I meant we wouldn't have done it, that's all Kass. Not that your yuck, your luverly. Just not my type" Georges eyes pleaded for me to hop off my high horse and extract us from the inquisition. I peered back at him agitated but shut up. I was ok for now I would call him out later, for sure.

"Right shows over, Paulie get out you leery eyed twit. George, you too mate, take Pattie with ya.... Pattie ok luv?" John handled the room, shuffling Pattie through the door and soon we were alone. Me still on the floor in bra and panties, the only thing covering my frame.

John hunkered down on his heels, close enough to touch but still slightly higher than my position scrunched up on the floor. "Perhaps use the lock next time, Kass. Might stop what just happened reoccurring" I got a megawatt smile and all was well in Johns mind.

"What happened?" my mind was a tangle of Pauls eyes, Johns worries, Patties fast jealousy and Georges silly mishaps.

"Arrrr. Paul got an absolute eyeful, Pattie I think is back to loving George, George is a twat that opened his gob and dumb stuff tumbled out! And me?" John picked up my chin. "Me thinks someone needs to get dressed even though I wish we were somewhere she didn't need to be dressed" His rumbling deep laugh made me sit up and clasp my arms round his neck, a quick move and we were up, my form aligning with his.

"So we are good?" I kissed his nose and wiggled my eyebrows at him, I got swotted on the bum and the nip of pain rubbed away.

"So good that if I stay with you clinging to me like this any longer, I will definitely not want to see young Zak blow out his birthday candles" John caught my bum in his hands and I was slid up his body, feeling his hardness as I was lifted. I could have purred, but kept it to a small soft groan of want.

Pattie and I were fine. As the afternoon wore on we were back to best buds, with only one questioning eye being given as I rejoined the party earlier. Now we were in the back garden swinging every child at the party around on the tyre swing, organising pass the parcel, statues, red rover, smashing a piñata and limbo. All the guys lined up on the balcony watching the fun and games, mellow with a few drinks and chomping on the next plate of food Maureen wandered over with.

"Cake. Cake!!" Maureen yelled and the garden was abandoned in seconds. Pattie and I holding hands returned inside to what was now, noisy with children's voices, mixed with adult laughter. John and George joining us just as the first lines of 'Happy Birthday' started being sung by Zak's incredibly proud dad. A heavily pregnant Maureen beaming at the little face that eyed her homemade dinosaur birthday cake with a mixture of wonder and desire to get the very first slice. Zak smiled a huge grin and the candles were out, his first slice was definitely the biggest but his dads was close behind.

I hugged John close as he kissed my cheek and wished a wish for him as Zak made his. I wanted Johns happiness to stay pure and effortless like it is when he is relaxed and comfortable, like he is here beside me now or at home when he is making some inane joke or tickling me silly.

Paul leaned in between us and upset the mood, he was certainly a third wheel now that he was alone. Jane and him having parted a mere week prior. I included him in my hug and John relented his grip on mine, giving Paul pass to hug me.
All afternoon, Paul had been this way. I had watched as he cuddled Maureen as Ringo walked off somewhere, Pattie too being dragged off Georges arm earlier for a peck and embrace.

Paul was that sort of guy, he craved and, I suppose, needed that comfort of embrace whether it was us girls or the guys. Though I'm sure they all wouldn't admit it, they were indeed, a friendly 'arm over the shoulder' bunch. I had seen it often in India, the studio, at Johns place and now at the party.

I kissed Pauls cheek then wiped the lipstick away. John was watching intently, a gently smile just turning the corners of his mouth, Paul kissed me back not knowing John was so close in the vicinity "Kass, sorry bout before. I just. Sorry. Hold on to John won't you, you're good for him" Paul smiled and I smiled both at him and John.

"I think he is as good for me as I for him" I said as I looked at John, the smile that was budding before burst forth and greeted me with tenderness over Pauls head. "I love you" drifted over Pauls shoulder for Johns ears.

"I. I love you too Kass, thanks" Paul spoke as John whipped him out of the way.

"She was talking to me mate, clear off and grab a drink yea" John spoke rather quickly.
Paul made haste like the words, gone in seconds to the refreshments, glancing back at us. "I love you too"

The End or is it....

A/N: Looking back over this story... maybe I should just hit delete. But I love some of the moments and words so much I don't want to lose them xx