Keep it Classy

Chapter 5

* Chapter 5: Rocky Raccoon *

Paul looked at me with such a gleam in his eyes that made my smile not only physically but as corny as it sounded, in my heart as well.
"Did you just say that your mine now?" His grin lot the room. "Maybe. Did you still want me?" I asked, trying to hide my smirk. "Yes, very much." He pleaded. I nodded, "Then yes, I assume it did."
Paul gasped as if he were the one that was being asked out. I laughed at the thought but not for long, Paul had other ideas. His hands cupped my face as he began to peck at my skin with those soft, plump lips of his against my skin. Starting at my lips to my neck. "God I wanted you to be mine, it was killing me." He groaned as his hands began to roam. I laughed and did my best to stop him.
"Paul, just because I'm yours doesn't mean that I'm going to give myself to you that easily. We still have a deal, you need to clean up. The only difference is what you seek." He looked into my eyes, looking for any sign as to whether it was a joke or not. And he didn't find any sign that said that it was.
He groaned again (which was not from pleasure) "Tease, that's what you are!" He groaned out. "My Pleasure, Mr. McCartney. But I'm still yours." I chuckled as his arm met my shoulders. "What can we do then?" He asked. "We can listen to music, or maybe talk?" I replied as he got up and looked at the record collection.
(Keep in mind, that most belonged to Sadie..)
"I thought you said that you weren't a fan of The Beatles." He asked as rummaged through. "I'm not, my roommate is though. She's the cause of our encounter." I smiled. "Don't you have anything? Ah! Here it is!" He spoke rather triumphantly for finding my jazz vinyl, 'A Love Supreme' by John Coltrane. He put the disc in the record player and set the needle down.
"You know John Coltrane?" I asked surprised. "Of course I do! Just because I play rock, doesn't mean I listen to it. Plus my father was a musician in Jazz and taught me a few things from it." Paul explained as he sat back down next to me cozily. "The man may be a sax player but he is one hell of a player." I raised an eyebrow at his comment, "What does him playing the saxophone have anything to do with this?" Paul chuckled, "I used to play trumpet, my father taught me when I was little." I nodded, "Why didn't you continue?"
Paul sighed happily that I was intrigued, "Well I traded it for a guitar since I couldn't song while playing the trumpet."
I chuckled, "Couldn't you just stop playing while you sang? Lots of people do it." Paul shook his head, "But you can't do it at the same time." I shrugged and stood up.
"Where ya goin' luv?" He asked standing up. "My room, would you like to join me?" I asked. He nodded quickly, "Yes, please." I laughed and took his hand as I led him up the stairs and to my bedroom.
He stood at the door as I entered nonchalantly and slid into the sea of sheets that was considered a bed. Paul slowly entered taking in everything, from the painting that hung to the italian books on my books. "You like Italy?" He asked gesturing to a book. "Yeah, it's my job." I blushed. He looked at me with curiosity. "I'm a translator and tutor in Italian. I know it's strange.." I bit my lip from continuing. He shook his head, "No it's not strange, that's pretty groovy." He moved slowly towards the bed and laid down next to me. "The lads and I are going to be touring soon and we might stop in Italy, you know. I've never been to, but I'm sure it's beautiful." He spoke softly as his hand met mine. "Oh it is. I've been there a few times, I usually go with companies to translate for them. And from what I've seen it's beautiful." I replied.
He smiled and nodded, "I'm sure it'd be lovely to go with someone." I nodded in agreement. He turned to face me, now playing with his hand. My cheeks reddened on account of noticing his stare. "What?" I chuckled nervously as I met his eyes. "Nothing, you're just beautiful." He whispered.
In those few second which seemed to last forever. I looked into those perfectly hazel eyes and noticed the most beautiful person that had ever crossed my path.
"Elizabeth," He spoke finally. "Yes, James?" He smiled nervously, "The um, the record stopped. Do you want me to go flip it to the other side?" I shook my head. "No." I spoke smiling softly as I gazed into his hazel eyes, diving into the his gaze. He nodded and moved closer.
"James?"
"Yes, Elizabeth?"
"Would you like to um, stay over tonight?" I asked gently squeezing his hand. He smiled and nodded,
"I'd love to."
I smiled back.
James Paul McCartney, was a complete gentleman that night. He did not try anything, he simply took his suit off and slept in the same bed with someone without being sexual.
James Paul McCartney was changing. And I could see it.