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Tw: light smut
1965
With all the fame, and different callings of being part of the biggest band in the world, your loving fiancee, Paul, was constantly busy. If he wasn't at the studio then he was doing a photoshoot for a magazine, if he wasn't doing any of those things then he was giving interviews or doing shows for the fans.
Although the success that he had finally achieved made you happy for him, you couldn't help but bring attention to the fact that your time with him was limited. So whenever you had gotten the chance to be alone with Paul, you made sure to practically squeeze the life out of that time spent together.
Paul wasn't oblivious to your need of his love and time, and had attempted many times to postpone certain things in his busy schedule so he could have more time with you, but it never worked out.
"Why can't you and the guys just move the interview to tomorrow, and then spend the day with me?" You asked, watching Paul adjust his black tie in the vanity mirror, sighing at your question. He'd love to spend the warm, spring day wrapped up in your arms and suffocated by your kisses but he simply couldn't. This interview was meant to promote their new movie and record "Help!" , and it required all the bandmates to be present for it.
"As much as I'd love to, I can't. It's an interview that is promoting our new film, I have to be present alongside my mates, love" Paul explained, causing you to groan and get off the bed that you were once sitting on.
"You know, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get to spend time with the guy I'm supposed to marry in two months" Your voice had a pinch of annoyance, and Paul understood that you had the right to be annoyed and furious about the aftermath of being engaged with a busy star. But at the same time, he expected that you would understood that he simply couldn't help having a busy schedule, considering what his occupation was.
"I understand stand your annoyance, dear, but you have to understand what I do for a living and the repercussions of it" Paul simply said, and that's when you realized how rude you might've sounded towards the situation that Paul was in.
"Yes, I know, I'm sorry" You walked over to Paul and wrapped your arms around Paul's torso, resting your chin on his shoulder and watching him grin at the sight in the mirror.
"Don't be sorry, we'll eventually get some time together" Paul turned around in your arms, offering a sweet smile that you soon returned before kissing his plump lips. His lips were able to bring you comfort and make you forget about your troubles; maybe that's why you always kissed him when you could.
Paul couldn't help but toy with the knot holding your robe closed, as the kiss got a bit heated and he found himself wondering where the kiss would take you both. He too, believed that your kisses were a reliever to his own problems as well, and that's why he basked in your lips so much.
You found your own wandering hands starting to pull at Paul's tie, dragging him with you towards the comfortable bed, before laying on the mattress with Paul in between your legs. He began to forget about the interview that he had been anticipating for some time now, as he moved his lips to your neck, slowly starting to suck and nibble at the tender flesh.
"Paul.." you let an airy moan slip once he found your sweet spot, and couldn't help but begin rolling his hips against your own, desperate for some more friction.
Paul figured he might be able to get a quickie into both of your days, but that idea was interrupted by someone clearing their throat; someone that Paul regretted giving the spare key to.
"So this is why you're always late, McCartney" John's voice was laced in sarcasm, making Paul playfully flip him off, and remove himself from your frame. You really thought you were about to get some action, or manage to get Paul to stay with you in the end, but things did not work out in your favour.
"And this is why I'll be taking the spare key I gave you" Paul grinned, and you just softly chuckled, before the bassist leaned down to peck your lips once more.
"We'll continue this when I get back home, love" Paul whispered in your ear, earning a smirk and nod from you. You just knew the anticipation would eat you up all day, and that all your pent up sexual frustration would be taken out on Paul when he got back.
