Love, Love Me Do (Beatles story)

Chapter Six - Private conversations

"Hey, George," Ringo waved, a big goofy grin plastered across his face.

George raised an eyebrow, "Threesome, huh?" he asked huskily, grinning slyly.

"Oh yeah, man! Charlene's a great fuck!" Paul enthused, I could have sworn I saw George's jaw clench angrily and his knuckles turn white.

"Paul!" I exclaimed, annoyance dripping heavily from my voice.

"Oh, baby, say my name like you did a few minutes ago," Paul moaned. I won't lie I was confused.

George was looking between Paul and I, amusement evident on his face, but his eyes held an entirely different emotion. Sadness? Anger? Jealousy?

I shook my head, I was being ridiculous, George didn't like me like that, therefore he couldn't be feeling any of these things, could he? What a stupid question of course he couldn't.

"And how was th-" I started to ask, but Paul had rolled over on top of me, pinning both my wrists above my head.

Smirking, he leaned his head close, so his mouth was by my ear, "Play along," he murmured quietly.

"Paul," I giggled, squirming slightly beneath him. "That tickles!"

"That's it, baby." Paul winked, leaning back into whisper in my ear, "Look at George," I could hear the grin in his voice.

I peeked at George from beneath my lashes, he looked angry. Angry being the understatement.

"He's angry," I oh so cleverly whispered to Paul.

Paul giggled into my neck, "I'd say more along the lines of furious."

"Paul, Charlene, stop fooling around," Ringo ordered sternly. "This isn't something you should do in public." Ringo was playing along with Paul's plan too. "Keep it for your bedroom, Paul, with no one around to bare witness."

My cheeks (as usual) heated up, "Ringo -" I started, catching George's eye; he looked just about ready to burst into fits of laughter by this point.

"That's a good idea, Rings!" Paul cheerfully exclaimed, clambering off me and onto his feet. "Come on out to my room, love," he reached out to pull me to my feet.

I hesitantly took his hands, we were going way too far with this whole make George jealous thing. Paul pulled me up into a sitting position, before George spoke up.

"Actually, Paul, I want to talk to Charlene."

"Okay," Paul shrugged, sitting back down beside me and wrapping his arm around my waist. "Talk." he said innocently, looking up at George with wide eyes.

George smirked down at him, "Alone."

"Oh," Paul still didn't leave the room.

"Paul," George pointedly eyed the door. "Get out."

"Aw," Paul pouted. "That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair," George said bluntly.

'Too true, Georgie boy,' I thought.

"But, I won't listen," Paul insisted.

"Paul," George clenched his jaw. "Get out."

"Fine," Paul sighed, getting reluctantly to his feet. "Here I go, I'm leaving now."

"Yup," George grinned.

Paul sighed, "What sort of world is this? A man gets rid of his best mate, just so he can talk to some futuristic bird," Paul grumbled dejectedly. "Is there any justice left in the world?"