You've Only Got My Heart on a String

Chapter 6: Home Again

Paul reached to hold her hand, brushing the back of her fingers with his thumb. "So, are you on the Pill?"

"I am."

She had not expected him to initiate this conversation here, though she supposed it was as good a time as any. He obviously had sex on his mind, randy as he was. Sasha knew it would be better to figure out as much as possible before they were in bed. She hoped that's where they were heading in the near future. In fact, she might have thought to bring up the subject sooner; before their encounter at his house. Better late than never though.

"And I've been checked," Sasha said. "Clean as a whistle. You?"

Paul laughed. "Oh yeah. Force of habit by now, making sure I'm in the clear from time to time. The early Beatle days were... not pretty. Thank God for medical intervention." He laughed again, amusing himself.

Sasha made a sound of disgust and pulled her hand away from his. "I didn't need to know that."

"Aw, come on, don't be so uptight," Paul said, defensive. "We were having the time of our lives. Learned a lot! And you ought to understand; you're a very sexual person too!" He touched her jaw lightly, tilting her face upwards and leaning in to give a peck on her cheek. "Where's my little minx?"

"Oh, I'm no minx. Not like you were."

Paul scoffed.

He walked over to the upholstered bench near the mirror and sat, facing Sasha. "Come on over, love, let me hold ya." He held out his arms, inviting. When she looked for it, she could still make out his erection pushing up against the fabric of his black trousers.

Sasha walked up to him and ran a hand over his shoulder.

"I loved watching you on stage," she said. "It's really something, seeing you enjoy yourself so much."

She moved to sit across his lap sideways, with her legs perpendicular to his and her arms around his shoulders. He grabbed her and pulled her onto him, dipping one arm under her knees and one around her back so she was laying in his arms, rather than sitting on him. He held her tight against his body, cradling her and bouncing his legs a little.

Paul giggled and cuddled her, brushing his cheek against her hair. Maybe it was infantilising to be held this way, but Sasha didn't care. She would indulge his silliness, if it pleased him.

She wiggled her body against his lap, enjoying the feeling of his stiffness pressing into her.

He held her back steady with one arm and gently set her legs down onto his, so his hand was free to move up her legs. He stroked her calves and played at the bend of her knee, tickling the sensitive area at the back of her thighs. Sasha squirmed and laughed. Her leggings didn't block much of the sensation of his hand feeling her up.

He glided his hand further, up underneath her miniskirt. He squeezed her upper thigh and rested his face against her hair, inhaling.

"Mmm, you smell so good, baby."

Sasha wasn't wearing perfume. She thought of how much she liked Paul's natural scent too. It was an appreciation they seemed to share; she supposed that their body chemistry must have been a good match.

She turned her face towards him and met his lips in a soft kiss. He brought his hand up and squeezed her breasts again, making a little humming noise of satisfaction. Sasha thought it was endearing how active his hands had been on her body since she entered the room. Quite keen.