John's face contorted in annoyance. He grabbed a pillow randomly on the ground and shot it at Paul like a catapault.
"Ouch!" Paul hissed as he rubbed his chest. "You implying that you
don't want to kiss her? She's your wife isn't she?"
"Right, Paul. We're going to make love just 'cos you told us to" John sneered sarcastically.
Paul laughed out loud as he walked back inside.
John stared at the door for a moment, and saw Ringo's fingers around the edge of the frame.
"RINGO." John barked.
There was a sound of broken sets of sblack persons as the hand dissappeared.
John turned his head back to Cynthia and stared at her, identifying any new changes about her.
There was an angelic sound of humming emerging from the door, and also a sweet little tune on acoustic.
John walked calmly to the door and slid it shut.
"Oi!" George snapped, sounding muffled by the window.
"I'm sorry," chuckled John.
Cynthia took his hand and led him to the rail separating them from the gorgous beach in front of them.
The wind picked up, and John's bangs were sliding away from his face.
(Oh, God. Is there going to be a lovey dovey scene here? Prepare to laugh, guys!)
John took a step closer to Cynthia. She held her hands together behind his neck. His cheek touched hers as they stepped rhythmically side to side.
"Kiiissss." drawled a low voice within the window.
"SHADDUP!" John answered loudly.
John pecked Cyn's lips swiftly, and hugged her.
"I'm not giving them any damn satisfaction." John whispered defiantly.
"AND I TRY, AND I TRY, AND I TRY, AND I TRY!" sang Paul loudly.
"I CAN'T GET NO!" bellowed George.
John stepped away from the rail, dragged a wooden chair behind him along the way towards the voices, and...
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I've never typed a kissy scene like this one! I'm sure this story will have a lovey thing with Paul and a girl soon enough!
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