Imagine watching tv with Paul. You were enthralled with the story and were staring wide-eyed at the screen. You heard Paul giggle next to you. You turned to see him watching you, his eyes seemingly in a daze.
"What?" You asked, feeling your cheeks blush.
"You're pretty, that's all."
"Me?"
"Oh come off it, yes you," he said as he rolled over so he was on top of you, "you know you are."
He placed a light kiss on your nose and began to wander towards your lips.
"And you're all mine," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, teasing you unmercifully.
You leaned up to kiss him, but he jerked his head back, making you groan in frustration. He laughed at you and you narrowed your eyes at him.
"You didn't tell me how pretty I was yet!" He said with a wink.
"Oh, you ass!" You yelled as the two of you began to laugh.
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The Beatles Imagines Book
FanfictionRequest any imagines for either John, Paul, George or Ringo and you can read them here! I'll update as often as I can and I hope you enjoy these little stories!